2.19 - Text

[breakingmyheart]

[Filtered from Inmates and Wardens]

[...so, the Fourth Walling crowd can see this, but nobody else.]

Personal identifier: 0072256013.

[She pauses. It's really just wishful thinking to imagine anyone else learnt their own ID code, never mind anyone else's.]

Toshiko Sato.

Seeking contact with Torchwood 3, circa 2008.

Comments

Still unknowingly Video on his end.

[weevilking]

[That's an odd question, Tosh. His brow furrows, and he leans forward a little. Suzie's an interesting topic. And he's pretty sure she isn't really talking about just Suzie.

But Owen's harshly honest even when he tries to be polite.]

Ah.

If she walked through that door again, I'd shoot her.

I don't have to forgive her, Tosh. She didn't care what we thought. I didn't care what she thought. And now it's done.

[But that was Suzie.]

Voice

[breakingmyheart]

[She just makes a noise, breathless and hurt like she's been punched, and kills the connection and throws her communicator away from her.

Maybe there's no way of reestablishing the link, even if she tried. Maybe it's the last time she'll ever speak to him, ever again. It doesn't matter. She's got her answer.

It's done.]

[weevilking]

[He's more than a little confused at that noise, even more confused when it seems she's disconnected.

His eyes widen and he immediately starts to try and get her back. He might be panicking a little.]

Tosh.


Tosh, call back.




Tosh. Please.

Tosh.