"Suppose not." She wanted to ask him about some of the things she'd heard while doing work with Torchwood in Cardiff, but that could wait for another day. If it was important, he'd tell her. Or, at least, plan to tell her at a future date when it would better serve his master plan. Ace sighed, then shook her head with a laugh.

"Let me pack up some of my junk. You know what I have now? An iPod. Bloody brilliant, these things are. Remember that Ghetto Blaster I used to carry around? It looks like the Great Wall of China in comparison."