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Charlotte sat at an empty table in her apartment, nothing on the glass top but a single, empty, wine glass. Even her kittens were out of sight. There's a whole lot of nothing but an increasingly morose blonde.

"I am bored. I haven't been bored in...twenty five years? At least. This is ridiculous."

She looked over at the tablet, so she looked straight out to anyone viewing. "What are we supposed to do here? My job is effectively moot in a place like this. There isn't even a hamster wheel to run on."

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They were well into later chapters and side plots by now. She would very much like to think they could avoid sequels. Nothing that threw unexpected Nazis or alien invasions at them would be good, too. "A man who appreciates the classics. I approve." She smiled faintly at his last observation. "That's absolutely true. Each new arrival gives us more information and we're all wandering about. Someone will stumble on something."

She grinned. "All the best discoveries are essentially tripped over."

"Usually literally." He grinned back, saluting her with his mug.

"With a bit of luck, someone'll stumble across something pretty soon. Last I checked stories weren't supposed to involve large amounts of sitting around all the time. Who'd want to read about that?"

Charlotte burst out laughing. "You know, that makes me think of Nero Wolfe who was always sitting around, but then he had Archie to go out and do investigations. I love those books."

She shook her head. "And on that note, I should go and help my Archie unpack boxes or whatever it is he wants me to do."

He laughed a little, shaking his head. "Haven't read Nero Wolfe in years." He hadn't read Tintin in years either, but it had stuck in his mind a lot more vividly. Probably because he'd always favoured it so much.

"Go on, then. Captain Haddock'll be wanting a top-up right about now, anyway." He nodded towards his own mug. He thought he could use one himself, and though Jack was far from a frequent drinker he was a slave to Ianto's coffee.

Charlotte grinned, then bowed to the camera. "See you around, Ianto."

Still grinning, Charlotte cut the feed and then went to dial up a pair of short shorts for cleaning at John's.

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