[Oh look, it's a grumpy Officer Beifong, frowning tightly as she tries to figure out this crazy device. They said if you pushed like that and then this one, then it would-- oh, is that what the little red light means? Her expression smooths into a clean PR face.]


Given all the new items and vehicles cropping up around the city, the police department's Lost and Found is somewhat packed. If any of the following items resemble something you once owned, please come down to the station and claim it. You will need to be able to give a detailed description of the item.


[Some somewhat shaky camera work turns the view round the begin panning down several tables with items laid out in tight formation to fit as many items on a table as possible.

First came the full table of lone bikini pieces, single socks, swim trunks and boxers, deflated beach balls and snorkle masks. Then the table of music players, a small thicket of water bottles in various styles, five sets of sunglasses, two pair of reading glasses, several baseball caps, a stetson, a red velvet fez, a few different picnic baskets. A clothes rack of windbreakers, towels, tattered blankets, pairs of pants.

Then came the stranger things. A collection of hubcaps. Something that looks like a window, with an electrical cord neatly tied next to it. A stack of painted two-by-fours. A chainsaw-carved bear stump. A crystal punch bowl. An ornate silver coffee pot. A table of various weaponry: a bow and metal case, an ornate ornamental katana, several baseball bats in both wood and aluminum, a small selection of sidearms. One of the pistols has a chain with dog tags wound around the grip.

Then a table of picture frames and books. One picture in particular stands out in its tasteful frame somehow devoid of rhinestone kittens. The one right next to it appears to be a certain smiling professor in his twenties with a dark-haired woman with impressive cheekbones. The books appear to mostly be journals and diaries, left closed, and a few photo albums. One of them looks like it's probably a wedding album. There are a few children's books on dinosaurs and at least one world atlas of Earth, as well.

A few counter top appliances follow, including a very nice coffee maker. Finally, there was a small card table with a few table lamps, an electric fan, and several smaller objects. A trio of dolls, of various sizes, shapes, and cleanliness. A well-worn bundle of pine needles wrapped with a white bandage and tied with a vine. A single set of dog tags, devoid of any attachments.

The camera shifts back around to Lin.]


John H. Watson, please come down to the station to claim your belongings. And whomever goes by the name "Wolverine", we also have something of yours.

Who: Torchwood New Moore and associated cleared individuals
What: New coffee maker. No really. There was other stuff here. What was that again?
When: This weekend
Where: the TWNM Warehouse Hub
Warnings: Jack and also double the welsh.

The Warehouse was still no where near being the Hub from Cardiff, but it was becoming more and more like a new Torchwood facility. Minus the aliens and alien technology, at least. It lacked something in the absence of Myfawny (among all the other things it lacked), but Ianto had grown used to it.

Since Jack's abduction to the dark hour, the Welshman had been increasingly present in the warehouse portion of the hub, rather than the coffee shop that masked its location. And now, with the addition of Gwen Cooper, it was truly beginning to feel like a new extension to Torchwood, and the familiarity Ianto had started to grow accustomed to before the island had 'kidnapped' them.

Currently, Ianto was setting up the coffee maker that had once been his pride and joy in the hub, downstairs in the warehouse. He saw no reason to put it in the coffee shop, when there were alternatives, but this particular machine held foolishly sentimental memories and he preferred it to be where only Torchwood members would have access to it. The island was quiet for the moment, but Ianto was reorganising some files on the monster attacks that had happened just a short time prior and cross referencing. Finding any task to keep his mind occupied on what they were doing, rather than on whether or not the release list would include Jack's name, or perhaps his, in the months to come. They had lost Jenny, now, too. It seemed the Torchwood Roster diminished as quickly as it was filled on the island. A fact that concerned him more than he would let on.