[It's the middle of the night when the Master's phone dropped to the top of his desk, clicked the video feed on. If anyone was hoping to catch him red-handed in some dastardly plot when the feed snapped on, they'd be sorely disappointed. A surprisingly light song was playing in the background of the dimly lit office. New Moore's new Police Chief was hard at work, surrounded in boxes of files. He looks an odd mix of frustrated and tired as he rearranges the files in yet another one of the boxes, fixing another label on it. Never had he seen so many files so out of order. It was maddening. Who the hell designed this system? The releases alone were a nightmare to put in order]

[After placing the box back on a shelf his brows furrowed together as he patted down his pockets, finally noticing the fallen mobile. He reached for it, the feed going dead shortly after.]

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Is there a store on this island that sells labels? I've used the last of them.

This office needs a lot more filing cabinets.

Our new Chief seems like a pretty good guy. I've been trying to help out, he's been working so hard to put all those release forms in order and there really are a lot more than I realized. I never quite noticed just how much paperwork is involved in our job. My partner usually does most of that filing.

Does anyone want to join me for a picnic this weekend? Looks like it might be nice out and I could use a bit of fresh air. Desk duty is making me a little ... what was that term? Stir-crazy? Doesn't make much sense but either way, I really want to get outside and stretch my legs. Maybe we can get together some people for a paintball tournament? I saw a flier about it at the range. Sounds like fun!

[Private - Jack]
Jack? My memory is still a little fuzzy but I was hoping maybe we could talk about that idea...I guess that was in your dream? If nothing else I would really love to hear more stories about Torchwood.