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A/N: You guys are amazing. No really, 98 reviews?! That's fantastic! I should make you guys an award..

'Morals Matter' was David Typhus's favorite quote, because it was absolutely true. Morals do matter, possibly more than anything on earth. Because without morals, what would the world be? A disgusting, moral-less place David Typhus had nightmares about.

"Evening, David!" Samantha called as he passed her cubicle. David sighed and rolled his eyes. It was a known fact around this floor that Samantha fancied David, and it was an equally known fact that Samantha was married. She has been for thirteen years. That was not moral. Therefore, David did not like Samantha. She could not be trusted.

"Evening, Samantha." David mumbled back. Just because he didn't like her didn't mean he should be rude. Samantha giggled quite loudly and quite girlishly. David started walking a little faster.

He pushed the down button on the elevator, whistling his favorite song.

"David!" A voice squealed, "I didn't know that you listened to John Barrowmen! Oh, 'Anything Goes' is my favorite!"

David gritted his teeth and looked up to see Samantha grinning excitedly in front of him.

"Mrs. Furlongs, it is too my knowledge that you don't get off work until six. It is, in fact, still four."

"I know. But David, you looked so lonely standing there alone."

"I'm not lonely."

"Are you sure? You're not…seeing anybody." Her voice got deeper as she stepped closer. David stepped back nervously.

"I, uh, er," He began, but was saved once the elevator door opened. "Good evening, Mrs. Furlongs."

The worker sighed in relief and rested his head against the wall for a moment. Samantha could use some counseling…maybe that's what he could get her for her birthday.

After the lift descended one floor, it stopped again. The doors opened and so did David's mouth.

In came a man, soaking wet. All her was wearing was a plaid dressing gown, which he was still doing up. His hair kept dripping water droplets down his face, which he wiped up occasionally with a towel.

He sighed, pushed the down button, and turned to face the still-shocked David.

"I hate it," He began with a welsh accent through gritted teeth, "When they come home early."

David widened his eyes, "Pardon?"

"Wives always come home early just when it's getting to the good part!"

"I'm sure I've no idea what you're on about."

"You know what I'm talking about, Gov'ner," The man elbowed him and winked.

"No, sir, I don't know. And I will thank you to leave me alone." This man obviously was not very big on morals. Obviously. David shuffled to the other side of the elevator.

"Can you do me a favor, Gov'ner?" The welsh man asked.

"If it involves counseling, I'd be more than happy." David mumbled, refusing to look up at the man.

"No," The man grinned widely, "Counseling is for people who actually need it."

"Oh." David said simply and sarcastically.

"When you see a woman in her late 20's, dark brown hair, brown eyes, and welsh accent, tell her, 'Bartholomew Foregrounds says sorry for leaving so soon. Cathy was coming home.' Can you do that for me, Gov'ner?"

"Sure, sure." David nodded. The elevator stopped and the man, Bartholomew, turned to David again,

"Thanks, Gov'ner. If you're ever alone and… well, you know. Here's my number." He handed David a slip of paper and winked before walking out.

"Of course," David called after him, but rolled his eyes once the doors closed, "When hell freezes over." He slipped the number in his pocket, shaking his head disappointedly. Maybe it was Bartholomew who needed the counseling for Christmas.

"You didn't actually give out your number?" Gwen asked once Ianto returned.

Ianto grinned, "Don't be absurd. I gave him Owen's."

Across the room Owen sat up and was suddenly very interested in the current conversation,

"You did what?"

"Nothing." Ianto answered while he grabbed his suit and headed for the bathroom, smiling smugly.

"Right," The Doctor said, sounding very amused, "I believe it's just Miss Sato and Dr. Jones."

"Yep." Jack answered for them.

"C'mere." The Doctor motioned for them to gather around him. "A'right, goin' for the gold!" He grinned at them while they rolled their eyes.

"Toshiko Sato!" He cheered once they chose. The ecstatic Time Lord put his arm around her shoulder. "I've always liked you, you know that?"

"Er…" She began a little awkwardly.

Everyone see 'Turn Left'? I squealed once I saw Billie's name in the credits. But why do they have to make us wait so long for 'The Stolen Earth'? Maybe it's to give us time to cram all the reunion fics... 'cause after Saturday, there's no more reunion fics. Sad, ain't it? D: