[ for Alex ]

As much as Tosh has given up on finding a way out of Darrow and back to Cardiff, she still tracks distortions and anomalies, trying to come up with any sort of pattern. Two years nearly and she's been unable to come up with anything. Sometimes when people arrive there are disturbances, sometimes there aren't. It's frustrating, and that only makes her more determined to come up with something.

She's mostly given up for the evening, after trying to get residual readings from the last few places she's heard that people have appeared. Her equipment is shoved back in her leather carry bag, the tablet the last thing to go in. A drink seems best, and there's a small wine bar down the road she likes. Tosh takes out her phone to text Owen, but hesitates, putting it back in her bag. Maybe later.