Missing mum

Ah’m no sure about this gig wi’ Torchwood. When the dashin’ fella in the great coat found me hidin’ inna wee trick cabinet after they aw died, ah kent he knew the score. But what about the rest a the crew? How will ah get oan wi straights?

Ma mum woulda rapped me upside ma heid fur fashin masel so. We’re the Clan, son. Get to the crack, show em what’s what. Nay greetin’, get oan wi yoursel’ an’ do the joab.

Ah miss her so.



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