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New York, New York. A city so nice they named it twice.

It's no Cardiff, but it'll do. I hope nothing imploded this time in my absence.

Well. This is...interesting. I didn't expect to end up somewhere so...urban.

Bloody hell...

The tech department is mostly intact. I'm working on figuring out what areas sustained the most damage so we can work on getting people out. Willow, I could really use some help if you're able. Only so much I can do on my own. Most of my staff is off today or...indisposed.

While I like the lush apartment and all the stuff that goes with it I was used to my basement with my self installed carpet and my icebox I actually had to power with ice. The fact I can use a computer is freaking me out and I still can't get used to all this. Technology before the 1950s usually fritzes and explodes on me.

I know I am in some sort of alternate reality because Murphy always answers her phone or picks it up at least to yell at me. That and...there are gods and people from Oz and all sorts of other random things that shouldn't be in the natural world. I could figure it out better if I had Bob. I can't even get in contact with Thomas or Ebenezer.

I really don't want to start my business from scratch. It is hard to become credible when you put yourself in the phone book under Wizard.

Well, isn't this interesting.

What's going on?

This isn't the darkness...did Jack do something stupid again?

I never knew how much work went in to planning a wedding. I had no idea I would spend this much time on the phone with various people trying to organise this stuff. Complete nightmare, I just can't wait until I'm actually married.

Oh listen to me, going on about stuff no one is probably interested in!

Work is going well so I can't complain about that. Probably wouldn't complain about it even if I wanted to. I do have some sense!

So, what is everyone else up to? Anything interesting?

( Private to Captain Jack Harkness )

Fuck. I need to get drunk.

Oh my god, I'm getting married!

Well, Tosh, I'm still alive. So that answers that.

I really really really don't normally do this but I..

Is anyone actually brave enough to have sex with me to make sure that I don't kill people by having sex with them?

No, I'm not kidding. They say it's not true, but so far.. it has been.

In the interest of full disclosure I feel the need to tell you all something important.

I died. Got shot in the chest by a psychotic doctor that almost killed Martha, I was a prat and then I died.

Then I was here.

That’s about it.

So can we go back to doing our jobs now?

If I have to stare at this screen for another minute I'll go nuts. I've been looking at it for hours and I'm no closer to figuring this equation out.

I guess I need a break.

I’m not even going to fucking ask how I ended up in New York City of all places.

No. Wait. I am going to ask.

How the fuck did I end up in New York City?!