Who: Alice and Ianto iantojones. What: Alice finds herself back in Cardiff. When: August 22, 2011. Where: The Plass. Rating: PG. Status: Complete.
"You have got to be kidding!" Alice exclaimed, her voice filled with frustration as she stared up at the monolithic water tower. It had happened again and she couldn't believe it. One minute she was in London, the next she was in Cardiff. Her hands were clenched and she was glaring at the water tower as if it was all its fault that she was here again.
Grinding her teeth in annoyance, she pushed her hand into her pocket and pulled out her mobile phone. At least she'd had that on her this time, though that was luck more than anything else. Who could she call though? It didn't take long to scroll through the contacts in her phone but there was no one she could call. She had long ago deleted her father's number, not that she particularly wanted to call him anyway. Most of the friends she'd had were the mother's of Steven's friends. When Steven had died, they had all rallied around her, but they had very quickly fallen away as life went on. Alice hadn't minded because it had been incredibly hard to hear about their son's achievements, knowing that Steven would never do any of those things.
It did leave her in a difficult situation right now though. Tears of frustration prickled her eyes, but she blinked them away, shoving her hand into her other pocket and pulled out a bank note and her keys. Only ten quid, but it was better than nothing. She had been ducking out to the corner store to get some milk, so hadn't thought she'd need anything more than what she had on her. Drawing in a deep breath to give her strength, Alice decided to go to the nearby coffee shop to try and figure this out. She knew if she stayed in the Plass, that her father would eventually spot her, but she wasn't sure she wanted that. It had been hard enough the last time.
"Jack bloody Harkness," she muttered under her breath as she walked towards the cafe, her grip tight on her phone.