The Universe's Mixer

I am the Police Liaison for Torchwood The City and would like to touch base with any cops that have had experience with the supernatural or even just local weirdness. Just trying to find a few sources that can lend a hand on an as needed basis. With the recent zombie attack I realized it would be useful to touch base with people within law enforcement at large since we can all help each other on various cases.

My cell phone number is below and that's the best way to reach me in the meantime.

Gwen Cooper
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While most people celebrated their winter holiday of choice with family and friends, or at least with a TV or radio simulating that warmth, Lee worked on drinking herself blind at a bar. How could she not? The whole affair was like a perpetual reminder that she had been kicked out.

"Another one, and keep 'em coming," she told the bartender. He was only still serving her drinks because she had helped save his ass during that weird zombie attack, and even that gratefulness was wearing thin. She was drinking more than usual tonight, and no wonder. Where was her son? What was he doing right now, all these years after she had given him up? Did he hate the sappy-assed songs about snow and togetherness and all that crap as much as she did?

"You got any plans tonight, boss?" she mumbled skyward. She waited a minute, but no answer came. "Same to you," she said, turning her attention back to her drink and wishing for blessed unconsciousness.

God, she hated Christmas.

Call it the December blues, the lack of holiday spirit, or the fact that Jo was never happy in the weeks after a zombie clean up operation. Besides coming closing her life and losing contact with one Dean Winchester, Jo had lost her cell phone to the force of gravity, concrete and some zombie's shoe. Great. Now with no communication, no change, and no pay phone, Jo had been forced to retreat with what remained of her supplies and regroup away from her apartment, wherever it was now. She hadn't been able to find her way back just yet, and part of her was almost afraid of what Dean would say to her when she found him again. Would he be made that she had not listened to him? In truth, she couldn't remember ever listening to him in the first place, except for when she was being saved. But she hadn't needed saving. Not this time.

Wandering the City at this hour of night, Jo just felt down in general. Her search for a new cell phone hadn't gone all that well, even with the holidays in full swing. She had just liked her old one too much. Maybe she didn't want one after all, although her search for quarters hadn't gone over that well either. She sighed, brushing her blonde hair away from her face before tucking her hands back into her jacket pockets. What was she so afraid of? It couldn't have been that hard to track down a cell phone distributor and to get a new phone with her old number back, except that it was.

Maybe she needed a drink after all.