It sounds like the worst type of joke, three Time Lords walk into a bar, a broken one, a manic one and a psychopathically evil one. Who, can I just say, looks suspiciously like the late Prime Minister. I’d love to think this was just another temporal loop, but for the fact that Jack went white when he saw him.

Mind you, the temporal loop thing is bad enough. Jack doesn’t appear to know about Owen (or he’s being a heartless bloody bastard), Ianto seems to have forgotten last Christmas and the bottle of Thosian tonic keeps topping itself up (probably just as well…).

I think I’m going to have to get Padraig to shut off the dungeons, harem and pleasure rooms. I don’t want a Dominic Hyde incident on my conscience. Still, with three Time Lords in the place, granted two of them ratfaced (oh Owen…), I should be able to get some help in sorting out the issues with the Tardis. Just a question of which one to ask. I think I can rule out the evil psychopath, overhearing the phrase Paradox Machine did not fill me with confidence.

…

Padraig’s just popped his head around the door to tell me that Dr Owen Harper is here to discuss his bar tab. Interesting…

I think I’ll leave the dungeon open a little longer…

I don't believe this... over a year in this damn city, my plans for a new partner nearly there (financial incentive sorted, bribery was next, easy as pie), and what happens?

"Hello Lola, it's Gwen. Look I thought you should know, Owen was shot tonight. I know he's spent a lot of time at the club recently, we've all been joking about the bar tab, but I'm guessing you wouldn't have let it get that high if you didn't like him."

Fuck.

Worse thing is, I really liked the kid too. He reminded me of Jack when he was more impetus, less messianic. So now I'm stuck here, with a TARDIS with a mind of it's own, one partner off god knows where creating god knows what mayhem, and one less friend.

The club can look after itself for a while. I need more booze.

Bloody bastard chameleon circuits.

And Jack's back, deep joy, muttering something about finding the right kind of Doctor. As I pointed out, that's all well and good, but could he have managed to at least bring him here for a drink?

I'm really starting to hate this city.

Does a TARDIS dream? Does it sing at night?

I wonder sometimes.

I thought I was getting somewhere yesterday, felt almost a shudder of recognition run through it. I know it's waiting here for something, I thought it was to do with Jack, but maybe I'm wrong.

Ok so the Time Lords were, by and large a pompous bunch, without a sense of humour. All this, "we invented black holes" and "don't be going to alternate worlds just because you need a shag" and "hey look we're the ultimate guardians and you can't play with our toys" nonsense.

There was a definite satisfaction in winning this one in a poker game. But then sometime, when I close the club doors at night, it occurs to me that maybe there is something else at work here. That perhaps I had very little to do with coming into possession of this ship.

I can't help but feel I should be paying more attention to what's going on. Not in Jack's newly pompous fashion, but just being more aware... I'm starting to like this strange blue planet more than I expected.

And although once everyone goes home I'm alone, I don't feel lonely.

If I sang, would this ship join in?

Thought I'd got somewhere with the TARDIS this morning, not literally of course, it's still rooted to the spot. There's got to be a way to reverse engineer the club to something a little less ...hefty....

Trouble is these damn machines hardly come with a user guide and there isn't a local garage.

What I really need is a damn Time Lord, preferably one with a sense of humour. According to Jack the last one has at least got that going for him. If only he'd turn up.

And somehow I seem to got have involved with another Torchwood mini-drama, as if the one before Christmas wasn't bad enough.

Still maybe if Harper turns up when it's quiet it will bring Bliss out of the woodwork too.

Hmm, that sounds like him now, wonder what he's got to say for himself?