Grace Cassidy

My name's Grace Cassidy. I'm a guardian angel and a doctor.

I was told you were in need of some medical attention, so... I usually work at the Conrad Hotel, but if there's somewhere else you'd be more comfortable meeting... I can come to you.

Des-

where the hell are you I swear I will kill you with my hands.

I'm coming to find you.




Martha-

Something's happening with Des. I'll call the home phone when I find him, okay?

Please sedate me a little and then beat him thoroughly when I drag him back.

[Locked to Des]
Do I need to come keep an eye on you? I mean, after the thing with the angel and the golf club...




[Locked to Martha]
Do I need to keep an eye on Des? I can sleep on the couch or something, just... thought it might be a good idea. With everything.

Okay, Martha/TARDIS/Torchwood/Charlie/WHOEVER THE HELL----

I'm at this construction site I'm sure you know the one with Des and a bunch of unconscious and injured people and there's an armadillo inside and we're going to need someone with wheels ASAP. Please god be reading this and WHY DON'T I HAVE A CELL PHONE?

Are you alright? No, that's stupid, of course

Can you

I just wanted to

If it's not too much trouble, can you come by the Conrad?

I'm not going to be around the hotel for a few days.

My ward I need to keep an eye on my ward. If you need me, if someone gets hurt, call me and I'll see what I can do to get back as quickly as possible.

Sorry.

Desmond, even if people are going around killing other people with your face, you are not allowed to go anywhere. Stay in the hotel. As a matter of fact, if you could just stay in your room, I'd appreciate that.

People need me down here in the basement, but if I even think you're going to do something idiotic, I will come up there and sit on you if that's what it takes to keep you safe. Understood?

( When the death of your civilization precedes you... )