[Completely and utterly unlocked because she has no idea how to lock it]

[dr_shaw]

Ok.

What is this thing and why is it in my room?

What are all these options and how am I supposed to use them?

If I actually believed in anything like that I'd say the universe was having a rather interesting joke Except it can't, because the universe isn't sentient

So that's how you use that.

[OOC: Liz's journally thing is a laptop ^^]

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[thatsortofaman]

Liz? Liz Shaw?

When did you get here? Oh, it's been ages! And why didn't anyone tell me?

[dr_shaw]

Doctor?

I heard you were here but it's good to know straight from you.

It hasn't been ages for me, I say you today actually...

Well back in my universe naturally, and make that yesterday because that's when I got here...

This is getting rapidly confusing...

It can't be this easy can it? Something just has to have happened with you.

[thatsortofaman]

Ah. Happened. Yeah, you could say that. A lot of things happened.

I'm sorry. I'd come see you right away, but there's a lot of... things that need...

Well. I'll find you eventually, alright?

[dr_shaw]

...That doesn't sound good.

Doctor I need to do something or else I'll go insane, I'm 38 years into the future and I appear to have stepped through some kind of wormhole/rift/void thing, excuse me if I'm not entirely happy for being seen later.

Sorry, you're here too, you've been through the same... could you at least explain why Torchwood are here on this?

You don't have to see me right away... just soon would be nice.

[thatsortofaman]

Oh, Torchwood. They're okay here. Really. Thirty-eight years in the future, and they're run by a friend of mine, so really, don't worry about them. Unless a woman named Yvonne Hartman comes through. Then maybe you should worry.

[dr_shaw]

Right.

I think I missed quite a important chunk of time after I was snatched away.

[thatsortofaman]

Oh, no. You didn't. You're right where you should be. I just sort of... went on. For quite some time. Sorry for that.

[dr_shaw]

*Raises eyebrows* Went on?

I'm guessing you came from around 2008?

[thatsortofaman]

2008... 2009? But just barely! So... close enough.

[dr_shaw]

*Blink* You must be around 89 years old!

Or does it work that way with you?

[thatsortofaman]

...Ah. Not exactly, no.

I'm actually... a bit older than that. As in, a lot. ...I was a lot older than that when you knew me.

[dr_shaw]

So... do you look exactly the same as you did when I knew you?

[thatsortofaman]

Definitely... not. I'll explain later. When I see you. It's going to take a while.

[dr_shaw]

You keep worrying me Doctor, it's most inconsiderate.

[thatsortofaman]

I'm really trying not to! It's just... complicated.

[dr_shaw]

I know you're not trying!

It's just... you, you're worrying by yourself at times.

It's a good thing the Brigadier isn't here, he'd react well to all of this.