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[cofficer]

... I can't find my diary.

[sighs, raking a hand through his hair. HAVE I MENTIONED HE'S SCRUFFY BY THIS POINT?]

It's getting rather trying, having to wait. How is everyone?

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[bit_impossible]

Ohhh, well, you know. Lost my mind for a bit--found it, thankfully--and in turn lost my tie. [plus the log he was sleeping on. his poor coat's still rather muddy.]

How 'bout yourself?

[cofficer]

[small smile] I've been better. It's good to hear that you're all right again, though, Doctor.

[bit_impossible]

You and me both! Didn't run into any wild passengers during your own sojourn into paranoia, did you?

[cofficer]

Ah... I survived it, at least. [clearly does not want to talk about ittt :C]

[banters]

[ Now there's a welcome sound if ever Jack heard one. He grins; and he's looking a little dishevelled himself. ]

I promise, I didn't take it.

[cofficer]

[... aslkdjfs, Ianto's jaw almost drops straight off.]

Jack?!

[banters]

Ianto Jones! [ as though he isn't just as surprised. ] Been here long?

[cofficer]

[he is so unbelievably happy to see you, Jack; he's LONELY and scruffy and bawww he's like a sad puppy. there's a small, bitter laugh at that] Only about five months. ... You? What happened to you? You disappeared.