Heya!

Wow that sounded weird.

Anyways, first, I was reading a story (not sure whether it was on fanfic or livejournal-which I can't get the hang of) and it was in a girls POV, and she was describing her face. I am not going to do that, because I'm betting that you guys don't walk around thinking "I have blond hair, which is long, a nose, mouth and green eyes" if you do... Then... Sod off. Lol.

So, that means you get to imagine my character looking anyway you like. Muahaha.

Preferably not green with ninety legs.

Thanks to my fantastic reviewers: Friends-girl2008, Chuxter, jackforpresident (loving the name) doctor-who-mad-gal, Souless Tears, Simone Lecrae, Kateg123, Indiana Parker, Bewildered Butterfly.

Music.. Um...

I recommend...

Gold Lion by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs. I'm not actually a fan of the band, but I love this song.

I'm in a pub. It's dirty, smelly, full of alcoholics who can't get a life, and the bartender keeps on muttering "freak of nature!" underneath his breath.

"Your wine, m'lady" Jack said, handing me a beer glass full of what looked like ribena, to me.

"MMMM" I said falsely "My favourite!"

Oh God, it smells of urine.

"So" Jack said, sitting down "How are you?"

"What? I've just been accused of murder, and been trapped in some sort of ultra techonological hell hole for the past twenty four hours... And all you can ask is... How am I?" I snapped, staring at him.

"It's been 2 Hours!" He said "And the only thing... 'ultra technological' is that fact that you've managed to wreck our entire base because of your hell hound of a dog!"

"Yeah well..." I tried to think of a good comeback "You smell funny!!"

Jack looked offended "Really?"

NO. He smells like... Summer on a summer's day...

"Er..."

"Drink your wine" He snapped, glaring at me.

I blinked at the beer glass "Um..."

"Drink up!" Jack smiled.

"Okay then.." I paused, and sipped it quickly "Ohmygod!!" I muttered.

"What?" Jack asked, looking slightly worried.

"IT TASTES LIKE MOLTEN CRAP! THAT'S WHAT!!" I yelled, spitting into a napkin "God!"

"Oh" Jack paused, "I gotta ring Owen" He grabbed his mobile and rushed off "Stay here!" He yelled back.

I looked at the bartender again.

"Freakofnature freakofnature freakofnature..." He said loudly.

I ran after Jack "Okay, I want to leave" I gabbled "This place is weird!"

"Right" Jack was saying into your phone "So you're saying that the fact that she went a bit crazy, and the bad taste was merely because the wine was cheap, and not because of the retcon?"

WHAT?!

WHAT THE FUCK?!

"What the hell?!" I said, poking Jack in the ribs, he spun around, looking scared.

"I can explain!" He said quickly.

"You better!" I yelled "Because I am sure as hell leaving if you don't! I mean- WHAT THE FUCK!" I said angrily.

"I- I-"

"YOU BOUGHT ME CHEAP WINE?!"

Jack stared for a moment "What?"

"CHEAPO, QUICK SAVE WINE, WAS IT?!"

"What?"

"BOUGHT FROM POUNDLAND?!"

Jack narrowed his eyes "I don't know what you're on ab... OH!!"

"Yeah!" I glared at him "What the hell did you think I was on about?"

"Nothing!" He said quickly.

There's something fishy going on here...

And I bet it's not because fish and chips is the pub's meal of the day...

"I have something to explain" Jack said "I may have... ACCIDENTLY... Drugged you..."

Okay...

"With what?!" I said "Tell me it was Paracetamol!"

Or cough sweets.

"No," Jack looked at the floor "Retcon?"

"Riiiight..." I said slowly "Is that... Bad?"

"Yes it's bad! Don't you know what Retcon is?!"

"NO!!" I snapped "Sorry if I didn't take lessons in drug taking!"

"It takes away some of your memory" Jack said, suddenly sounding serious "Of being with Torchwood"

Damn. No more memories of attractive men.

"For how long?" I asked.

"A long time" Jack sounded vague "For pretty much the rest of your life. My bad."

"Crap"

"But the good news is!" Jack smiled "You... Um..." He thought for a minute "You get a free pen!" He passed me a black pen "Congratulations, you are the proud owner of... A PEN"

"Thanks" I muttered sarcastically "So... You're saying, that soon, I won't be able to remember you, Gwen, or anyone from Torchwood?"

"Yeah!" Jack said "Isn't that cool?"

"Well... Not unless..."

Think of some cool line!

"I... WRITE IT DOWN!!"

Take that!

I call it... The Jack Attack!

Wait... That's not right.

I ran out of the pub, and sprinted into the street.

"WELL GOOD LUCK WITH THAT!" Jack yelled "BECAUSE YOU'RE GOING THE WRONG WAY!"

Damn.

So here I am, scribbling as fast as possible on some Eyore paper, before it all turns to mulch in my mind.

This is the end of my story, and I hope when I wake up, that this will help.

Rabbit walked up to me, looking at what I was doing.

"Hey little doggo" I smiled "You're gonna help, because you're such a good dog!!" I patted him on the head.

Rabbit looked at me, and then.

CRAP!

He put.

His cursed.

Muddy.

Blackened.

Paws.

ON MY PAPER!!

"NOOOO!!" I screamed.

I grabbed another sheet and started to write.

"I need to remember..." I muttered "Because soon, everything will turn into... "

Darkness.

DUN DUN DUNNN!!

Yeah.

Lovely. Crap cliffhanger.

Muahahahahahahaha...

So, next chapter shall be here soon, as long as you guys REVIEW!