From the Mixed-Up Files of...

It seems introductions are the order of the day. Although I have corresponded with quite a few people over these journals, it's probably best to make a formal introduction.

Sarah Jane Smith. Pleased to 'meet' you, as it were. Or meet you again. Some people's names are familiar to me, as is the name of this place, which implies I've been here before. Can't remember much about it.

I've seen a few more than familiar names floating through these pages. Jack, Ianto, I'm glad we'll be able to work together, despite the circumstances. Any sign of Rose or the Doctor, or Donna or Martha?

Everything prior to and including this entry is not visible to the current residents of Vas Captio. Only the Management can see what has come before.

( Sarah Jane Smith; I'm so pleased to meet you )

( Private )

Ianto? Rose? Please tell me you're all right.

It seems that, as days went, mine was not bad, in comparison to other people's. I was sent back to a very hectic day, but what ultimately turned out to be a good one.

But, it is awfully hard to meet your son for the "first" time and not rush up and hug him, or call him by name. Sadly, my time back home didn't extend to the evening of the hectic day, where I'd be able to do that. But it was so good to see him, regardless. And to see a good friend.

Doctor, I don't know if you've seen this morning, but somehow, there's a child-version of you running round this place.

And he's talking to Rose about Gallifrey and TARDISes.

When you and she first came here, your future self said not to tell her about him, because it hadn't happened yet for her. But she's not stupid, and she knows about Gallifrey and the Time War. If she hasn't worked out that that little boy is a younger version of your future self, of John Smith, she will soon. And I'd bet she won't be pleased.

So, any suggestions for how to handle this?

( This is quite brazen, you know )

Based on what I've seen of the town today, and what I've seen of myself, it appears I've lost some time. I'm not sure how much, but it's at least a few days. What worries me the most about it is that I can't figure it all out, I can't account for the time at all. I don't feel any worse for wear - quite the contrary, in fact. Which only makes it more disturbing.

Has anyone else here experienced a loss of time like this?

Jack, Doctor John, Shannon, I'm heading to the museum tonight to bunk down. Hopefully I'll see you?

[Private to self] Gracious, it's odd writing that for the Doctor. I know why - it's 1980 again - but it's still wrong, somehow. I hope he realises that I'm addressing him. And when I get to meet the other Doctor...I'm not sure what would be best to do or say. It's tickling something at the back of my mind - I have the strangest feeling of deja vu about it, but I'm not sure why. [End Private]

Hello? I see that others can read what's written here. My name is Sarah Jane Smith. I've just found myself in this place this morning, and I regret to say that I've found something rather unpleasant in the woods. Is there anyone here who would be considered "in charge" in any way that I could speak to?