Question for anymone who might know the answer- What actually happened in Torchwood last night? Did Vera die? Because she was burnt, right? So she should have died, but then there's miracle day. But then ashes aren't really big enough to do alive things so... What happened? I think she was burnt, thus dying but I don't know.

Question over. Now for angriness. STUPID IDIOT SHOT VERA IN TORCHWOOD! AME= ANGRY! Ooh, Doctor who's coming back on :)

Right, chapter:

The Month of Running (March) at age 11

Week 1

My hair still smells of custard. Despite the fact that Violet must have spent a total of at least four hours washing it with various shampoos, it still smells of custard.

It didn't smell of custard when I woke up this morning. No, it wasn't until lunchtime when Harry walked past with a big bowl of it. He was helping the kitchen staff out. I guess it was the closest to a punishment he's ever been given really; help the kitchen staff tidy up and give out the food. Yet Sam nearly got kicked out of the Guard! It's so unfair!

Anyway, I was sitting eating my sandwich with Sophia and Violet when Harry 'accidently' tipped a completely full bowl of custard on my head.

"Oops," He said sarcastically. "My mistake." I swear he practically skipped off after that, grinning happily.

I closed my eyes after he'd left to stop the custard from dripping into them; that could not be good. Sophia was shouting various curse words at Harry's retreating back and Violet was fussing over me. Before I knew it, she'd grabbed my hand and pulled me off to the girls' bathroom where she made me lean over a sink and began to wash my hair with one of the shower hoses and various shampoos.

And, despite the fact that she must have used a whole bottle of cherry-scented shampoo and at least half a bottle of strawberry conditioner, my hair still smells of custard. It's rather annoying.

Week 2

Despite showers and what-not, there's still a trace of custard-scent left in my hair. It actually turned out to be more annoying today, on patrol, than it did before when it was just a smell constantly following me around.

Violet and I had both caught a really tall thief. He was really strong as well and actually quite scary. He was so heavy that, once we'd handcuffed him, it took both me and Violet to drag him into the dungeons, and even then I think we only just managed it.

Once we'd confiscated his escape tools, including the ones he left in his socks and boots (Mental note: Check Hanso's shoes and socks for lock picks when he is next arrested) and he flopped down in front of the door.

Violet ran off with the escape tools, telling me to wait by the door. I did so, trying not to look intimidated by the tall, scary man.

"Little girl," He said after a long while of silence. "You're hair smells of custard."

I glared at him and he sat back down in the corner. I decided it best to turn away from him, face the door and wait for Violet. It was best to pretend he wasn't even there before I lost my temper- which I was close to doing.

Criminals are noticing I smell of custard! It's not professional for a guard to smell of custard! It's just not!

Week 3

I have no idea what Violet tipped on my hair when she washed it earlier, but it most certainly was not shampoo.

"It doesn't smell of custard anymore." Violet stated, showing me to the mirror. I screamed. I literally screamed.

She's dyed my hair blonde! She died my hair BLONDE! Without permission!

"It's only temporary!" Violet assured me. "It'll wash out in a few weeks! And anyway, you don't smell of custard anymore." Which was true. It just doesn't mean I appreciate having my hair dyed without my permission.

Sam thinks it's hilarious. He also learnt earlier not to laugh at it within my hearing. He learnt this when I stomped on his foot. Hard.

The amount of comments Sharon's girls have given me about it 'bringing out my eyes' and all that. It just... Grr! I've been silently fuming. I think it's obvious.

Violet had better hope this washes out in a few weeks. For her sake.

Week 4

It hasn't washed out yet. My hair isn't glowing with blonde-ness as much as it was this time last week, but it still isn't red-brown like it was.

Sam walked into our dorm whilst I was in the process of silently fuming on my bed. Sophia has not got used to blonde Brynn and the anger that came with it, and so was sitting in the corner reading. Wise plan.

"Brynn," Sam said, using his 'I'm-about-to-make-an-amazing-suggestion' voice. "Maybe you should go for a walk. Walks always help me when I'm angry."

It's a rare occurrence to see Sam angry. I told him that, to which he laughed and replied

"That's because I go on lots of walks."

I did not point out that at one point most of these walks involved ending up in secret places, wearing a hood and making plans with his evil Auntie. Instead, I put on a t-shirt and some jeans and did as he suggested.

I was kicking stones across the floor (they aren't living- I can easily take my anger out on them and not get in trouble for various crimes. Plus people don't own the stones in the market place, so it isn't vandalism either) when someone behind me came up.

"Excuse me, miss." An incredibly familiar voice said. "I'm looking for a wocky. He's small, brown and has a messy mop of hair which he doesn't like in his eyes. Have you seen..."

I think I looked up at Hanso after that. I'd had my head down and my eyes on the stone I was kicking.

"Nope." I told Hanso. "Sorry." I continued to kick any chance of life in this stone out of it.

"Brynn?" Hanso asked. I'd confused him. No, Violet had confused him. I'm going to get her back for this somehow.

"Yes?" I asked, looking back up from my stone.

"What happened to your...?" He gestured to his hair.

"Violet happened." I said angrily, pounding the stone with my foot so hard it flew out from underneath it and hit a grumpy-looking lady in the ankle. I apologised, to which she made a 'Humph!' noise and stormed off.

I explained to Hanso about Harry and the custard and about how Violet had tried to wash it out, but it hadn't worked. Then I explained about how she dyed it blonde.

"So," I said after I'd finished. "You were looking for someone?"

"Oh, yeah, right!" Hanso said quickly, as if he'd temporarily forgotten about it. "Timmy, the little kid you sometimes see me with. Have you seen him?"

I shook my head.

"Need some help looking?" I asked. After all, I had nothing better to do. We'd finished our lessons for the day, and this was the period of time Violet would usually pester me about hair whilst Sophia read random sections of book out at us which made no sense on their own. Sam was right; walks are better than all that.

We walked around the market place, asking people if they'd seen a child matching Timmy's description. No-one had.

"I'm so dead." Hanso kept repeating, hitting his head against a lamp post each time the sentence left his mouth.

"You're not!" I assured him. "I'm sure he's just hiding and..." I stopped when I saw a small flash of brown. Quickly, guard instincts kicking in I guess, I grabbed Hanso's arm and pulled him after me as I chased the brown flash.

Timmy had stopped outside the sweet shop. We got there in time to see him run out with a packet of mints, the shopkeeper yelling at him from inside. He would have gotten away had he not crashed into Hanso. I'd stepped aside just into to avoid being knocked in to.

I looked into the shop to see a furious shopkeeper, yelling out at Timmy to pay for his sweets. I looked back at Timmy; he was trying to give me an innocent smile. Typical. Hanso did that too when he was in similar positions.

"I was hungy." Timmy said innocently. I thought about what to do. Arrest the young thief like a good little girl guard, or let him off just this once.

"Brynn, he's thinking with his stomach so he..." Hanso trailed off when I gave him 'the glare'.

"It's my day off." I said simply, turned on my heel and walked off.