In These Stones Horizons Sing

I can hardly think of anything more awkward than waking up naked in a cell and having no idea how you got there. I bloody hate the full moon. Especially in Cardiff, after being brought through a rift in space and time. And especially when, in my time, the moon was only a few days ago.

But thank you, Miss Tyler, for bringing me clothes. And for explaining. And for the rather baffling flash cards. And I apologise, again, for the nudity.

Oh...and to the Torchwood people? Thank you for putting me a cell. It's far preferable to accidentally hurting someone, even if those weevils were bloody creepy. Is it possible this could become a monthly thing?

Oh! You didn't happen to find a wand did you? I sort of need it.