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Phone PIN

"Tosh?"

"Yes Gwen?"

"Do you know anything about phones?"

"I suppose so. Why?"

"I've got a new one." Tosh's expression remained blank, so Gwen added on: "I've broken it. Look." She tossed the mobile phone to Tosh.

"I don't suppose you dropped it on the floor?" Tosh commented dryly. She ignored Gwen's scathing look and started examining the phone. It wasn't a half-bad one. "Do you have a PIN?" she asked as she switched it on.

"Sort of."

Tosh gave Gwen a questioning look.

"That's the problem, you see." Gwen explained. "It used to be my Mum's phone – she gave it to me because she found it too high-tech -" Tosh wondered briefly to herself whether this was something that ran in families. "- and when I got it I remembered all the stuff Jack's always saying about security and decided to get a PIN on it. But when I tried to type one in it kept refusing to accept it, and eventually it came up with this…"

"…PUK code?"

"Yeah, this PUK code it's wanting, but I don't know what it is and the whole phone's locked up and I've been through the entire manual and it doesn't say what it is there either." Gwen paused for breath. "What have I done to it?"

"It sounds like it already had a PIN number, so when you thought it was asking you for a new one it was actually asking you for the old one."

"But it didn't say!" Gwen protested. "How am I supposed to know if it doesn't say? All it said was 'PIN'!"

"What's wrong?" asked Owen, in the tone of voice that indicated that he wanted to know more details in order to tease someone properly. He was hoping that someone was Gwen. Jack wasn't around, so they could probably get a really big argument going.

"Oh, it's just a small problem, Owen." Tosh said brightly. "I'm sure we can sort it out by ourselves."

Owen hung around anyway, fairly certain that something interesting would happen – more interesting the report Jack had left him, at any rate. He quickly decided that he had made the right choice.

"Is it your mum's SIM card?"

"Is that the little piece of plastic in the back of the phone?"

"Yes."

"It is then."

"Do you really not know which bit is the SIM card?"

"I like to check these things, Owen! They use so many stupid little acronyms. PIN, PUK, SIM…"

"You didn't actually know, did you?"

"Have you tried it with a different SIM card?" Tosh asked patiently.

"Yeah, my old one, but the phone crashed when we tried to put it in. And now we've lost it."

"You lost it." Owen repeated sarcastically. "Why am I not surprised?"

"No, Rhys lost it." Gwen wasn't prepared to say how they had lost it though – in retrospect cooking dinner at the same time as trying to fix her phone might not have been a good idea. They still weren't sure where the tiny information chip had gone. Rhys had a horrible feeling that it had ended up in the casserole.

"So technology isn't his forte either."

"Thank you, Owen." snapped the person whose forte was technology and wasn't coping with her team-mates' bickering. She turned to Gwen. "Have you brought the manual?"

"Yes." said Gwen meekly.

"And there was me thinking you'd have lost it." Owen commented as Tosh wandered away to make a phone call somewhere quiet.

"Shut up, Owen."

"Do you do this every time you get a new phone?"

"No."

"When's the last time you got a new phone?" Owen persisted.

"Just shut up, Owen."

"Have you ever got a new phone?"

"Just shut up and go away, Owen Harper!"

"Here," said Tosh, handing the phone over to Gwen as she reappeared. "I rang them up and asked for it. I've left the phone on the PIN page, so you can insert a new one. It might be a good idea if you wrote down what number you used too, because I don't really want to have to go through this again." Tosh rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand as Gwen wandered back to her desk.

Owen sighed and headed back to his work too, the fun over. But at least he now had another entry in his list of references he could really annoy Gwen with. And to that respect he spent the next half hour sending her emails asking her what her new PIN was.

Stupid phone. It never told me that it already had a PIN! And the only reference the manual had was 'you can choose you own PIN code to improve you phone's security'.

This is why I very rarely get a new phone.

And I do still have the old SIM card. Somewhere.

Oh, and on the note of phones, has anyone seen the "Cybermen call centre" video on Youtube? If you haven't, watch it!