Out from the dripping wet of the unknown wilderness, guessing at the remark, and Captain Jack Harkness with a heavy military coat returns on screen. Strut and stand sure and steady of the scene and of the wrongs to right. Still, not quite there in terms of locking down the final group, it's an initiation for Torchwood on the forgetful kind.
Cardiff, and the accent is thick and the scraping spatial dumping ground of alien life forms. Pathetic in terms of the plight, a delight to watch in the pallor of the want for more and the exotic. Right then.
Corner of the eye and right in front of the blind spot, where people will stand and shout with a clearing of their throats. Makes for a nice change of the raining season, if not for the fact that the rainy season outside is of the wet kind, where the water drips on the forehead and runs down the face before splashing down on the ground.
Wednesday, 20 June 2007
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