Right. Anyone want to tell me how I woke up this morning in an unfamiliar bed with matching restraints, who exactly put me there, and why my wriststrap and wallet is gone? And I say that as someone who has been there and definitely done that.
In the meantime, I'll be around trying to figure out the shape of the handbasket I've apparently gone to hell in. Jack Harkness, by the way. Captain. Note the stripes. If I've gotten trapped in here, times must be hard and friends are few, and right now it seems to me that a guy needs his friends. Unless you're another evil megalomaniac bent on galactic domination.