*pats Torchwood's head*

I've been sucked through an enormous plothole into another dimension where Jack Harkness sounds almost profound. Where if I listen carefully enough his emostating of the obvious will suddenly make a deep and beautiful sort of sense and explain the universe to me.

Except for Out of Time. That was just pants, really.

I has a soupytwist for a couple of days so I'll be scarce, but I don't think anyone needs me for anything. ;)