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Scene ' An office in an unspecified, yet clearly well-respected, university. Various pictures and certificates hang on the wood-panelled walls. Two lecturers: a man and a woman, one in a corduroy jacket and the other in a grey suit, sit behind a large wooden desk, with a sheaf of papers spread before them. On the desk are a lamp and in the corner a pile of files and folders. A teenage boy of about 17 or 18 sits opposite in a leather chair. He is dressed in a black suit with a white shirt and a red tie: he looks nervous and is distractedly playing with his hands. The male lecturer turns to his colleague, before speaking to the boy.

Lecturer: So, I have your personal statement here, which gives information on the academic side of your life; but please, tell me about yourself.

There is a pause while the boy shifts a little in his seat, contemplating. He starts to speak, then stops, unsure of the right thing to say. He straightens his tie. Suddenly a new resolve seems to take hold of him and he begins to speak.

Boy: Well sir, there's really not much to say: I'm a teenage boy, lost in the wrong era, terrified of change and struggling to find an identity in a world that doesn't have one. I see love and hate, hope and despair, violence, sex and lies on a daily basis. I struggle with morality and see prejudice and discrimination. (He pauses while the lectures exchange startled looks, uncertain of how to react or even if he is being serious). And after all of that? (Another pause) I come home from school and watch Torchwood.

He finishes with a slight shrug, as though what he has said was perfectly normal and, what is more, his experiences are entirely unremarkable. He smiles brightly at his questioners.

Boy: Anything else you'd like to know?

More puzzled looks from the lecturers; the male lecturer clears his throat and shuffles his papers. The scene slowly fades to black.