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Ianto Jones was lingering over tubs of fruit while vegetables leered from the parallel row of the aisle. He had his back to them, and stood in the centre, absently squeezing a banana between his thumb and index finger. His dilemma was a simple one. Would Owen, Gwen and S-... and Tosh Eat fruit and vegetables if he bought them? Secretly he has hoped

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The Doctor assured himself that the young woman - who had somehow recognized his name - was harmless, and after stalking across London for an hour, returned to his still-sideways Tardis. He manuevered his way towards the console, his usual expression tinged with bewilderment. He grunted as he lost his footing and landed splayed against the console, a lever jabbing him in the stomach. Seemingly mimicking his actions, the Tardis lurched foward and began to dematerialize. "I'm getting too old for this," the Doctor grumbled, as he grasped at a screen. He was hurtling towards...Cardiff. "What, d'you vacation there now?" he spat at the Tardis. He hadn't been in the city for decades, and then, this year - well, this was his third visit

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There are several advantages to wearing a suit in public. People tend to be more polite to you, they see a man in uniform before they see the man. Children often hide, or at the very least they act in a way that they expect is acceptable as soon as a suited man arrives on scene, no longer running or screaming at each other or pulling each other's hair, but cowering under his warm eyes and his kind smile, perhaps recalling businessmen and headmasters. Mothers smile politely and hurry on. You can walk by barriers that would stop a civilian in his tracks, you can enter buildings barred to the public. Most people expect that you have somewhere to go, and if you stride purposefully and avert your eyes, few people have the desire to stop you for any purpose

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"Thanks," he said, flashing the man a smile. He wasn't going to ask the date again, as the people in the car park were quite obviously displaying a rushedness that was trademark during the holidays. A glance over his shoulder, back towards the store and its sales announcements, confirmed that it was Christmas Eve. He assumed it was still 2009, as the Tardis hadn't had to enter the time vortex.

"Christmas Eve in Cardiff," he thought, "Well, that's original." This time around, one hundred forty years later, there was no Rose or even Charles Dickens, and, hopefully, no problems with the rift.

"Right. Sorry to be a bother, but d'you happen to know the way to Roald Dahl Plass?" the Doctor asked. He dare not fly the Tardis there just yet - she was entirely too testy at the present.

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"The plaza? I'm going that way myself, as it happens."
Ianto was carrying two shopping bags in his left hand but his right was free. He extended this for the shaking. "A short distance away, I can give you the directions, or I can accompany you. What is your business there?" A pause. Ianto looked a little awkward for a moment, and fell silent.