The place was noisy and crowded for a Thursday night. Lisa didn't go out to bars or clubs very often and it seemed abnormal to her for people to want to be in such a confined space with others that were on their way towards inebriation. Ianto hadn't called today or yesterday to apologize. In the back of her mind, Lisa was hoping that he would. But she had more important matters than her own love life gone awry.

There was no one here with any sort of laptop case, but several had cellular telephones. Lisa could identify easily the ones with Internet connections and the girls that were attached to them didn't scream cybernetic genius to her. Of course, Lisa's chic bob, hoop earrings and low-rise vintage jeans didn't quite scream hacker either. The world was just full of uncertainties in that way.

A man in the shadows caught her interest. He was slightly older than most of the patrons, but wore the same uniform of middle management. White shirt, light blue tie hung loosely around his neck. The man's brew sat half-drunk and he seemed to be typing a message from his cell phone. It seemed like an unusual model as Lisa looked from her stool out of the corner of her eye. It almost seemed as though he was moving the phone sideways to type. But that couldn't be possible. That kind of technology didn't exist yet.

The man moved away from his solemn table and surged back through the chaos towards the door. Lisa waited for a brief moment to finish her drink. She didn't want the man to suspect that she was following him. Of course, the lead could be false. After all, businessmen were always receiving test phone models when they worked for certain companies. But he seemed different somehow from the average businessmen. Lisa's gut told her to follow the lead.

Luckily, the man was outdoors lighting a cigarette. He leaned against the building, his trench coat nonchalantly blowing in the slight breeze. It was getting too warm for a coat of such length. Lisa casually leaned against the building not far away and pretended to rummage through her purse. She swore softly and then looked helplessly at the man.

"Damn, can you help me?"

The older gentlemen looked toward Lisa. "And how might I help you, miss?"

"It seems that my phone is nowhere to be found. Horrible habit I have of carrying too much in my bag. Might I borrow yours?"

The man shook his head, returning to his cigarette. "I'm sorry Ms. Hallett, I don't have a phone that you could borrow."

"I'm sorry, but I don't recall telling you my name."

"You should be smart enough to recognize that I didn't have to wait for introductions. You are good, Lisa, but very inexperienced."

"I'm sorry?" Lisa was quite confused.

"Let me explain. You have to be more convincing when trying to see my Blackberry. I noticed you eyeing the phone from your stool. But if you'd noticed the chair two tables behind mine, then you would have been able to see that I was sending you a message."

"To my cell phone?"

"Not quite. Check your email, Ms. Hallett."

"Who are you?"

"A friend of a friend. Congratulations, Ms. Hallett. You've taken your first steps into a much larger world. Follow me, we should talk in an area that doesn't have the noise of a dull jet engine roar."

"Why should I follow you?"

"Of course. How rude of me. I haven't introduced myself." Evan extended his hand towards Lisa. "My name is Evan Martin. I believe you know my younger sister Ali."

Prompt 80: Why?

Sub-Title: Torchwood 4 (Chapter 10)