Still raining, I see.

Quick PSA: If I ever get *seriously* ill, I do *not* want to be turned into a Cyberman. Not even in the slightest way.

[Is definitely creeped out.]

[In an attempt to evoke nostalgic feelings, Olivia sits herself down and begins to read the new Alex Rider book.]

[The only reading light provided is from the various fairy-lights hanging around her living room. Cosy.]

... Etiquette lessons are normal, right?

[The street lamps are just starting to flicker on, evening fully setting in, by the time Olivia makes it back to her apartment.]

[She flicks on the kettle and grabs herself a bone-china mug, a tea bag and the sugar jar.]

Maybe I should train to be a police officer... That would surely ruffle some, if not all, of mother's feathers.

Mother, everyone; everyone, mother. Why are you so persistent on controlling my life? x.com/tempestofduty/…

[Olivia exits the park as soon as she arrives; it's too busy. What is it with people suddenly loving nature on a sunny, Sunday afternoon?]

Holiday? Or something work related? x.com/haughtybachelo…

... Why do I sound like a flipping therapist?

[Txts: James Watson.] So I heard from George that you went to Mykonos. Xx

#flyingantday *No*, thank you.

[A little over a week later, Olivia finds herself back at the tattoo parlour. She enters, making sure the door does not - Gaziel.

Gaziel. [slam behind her, and waits at the small reception desk.]

So it's true? @DignifiedDeceit is back in town. God, help us all.

... Is that guy okay?

[RSVPs with a plain and simple:] No. x.com/tempestofduty/…