I'm sorry, but I find it difficult to believe you don't know who's behind this. Perhaps one day we'll find out who it is?
It feels like I'm in some large building with lots of other people, some of whom I vaguely recognise. We're wandering aimlessly around, gawping at the facilities and tentatively trying them. What happens next? Perhaps the Cybermen enslave us all to their mining planet. ;>)
Hey! It's not a police honey-trap is it? For that, erm, minor indiscretion in '66. I thought the seven quid fine and endorsement covered it.
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