The phone was originally a Nokia N96, but has since been modified so heavily that only the shell remain of the original hardware. While most of the functions pertained solely to the facility we just crashed, it does still work as a mobile, and a little snooping revealed that the speed dail contained the numbers for UNIT, MI5, Downing Street, and MoD facilities. There were several pictures saved in it as well, but they were mostly of teletubbies. So, I'm forced to conclude that I don't know what to conclude; I'll just keep the phone with me, maybe the original owner will call.
The pack of holding is now empty, except for the tag, which reads "Bad Wolf Products, wash with like colors."
In other news, aiming for Cardiff has actually landed us in Cardiff. Present day Cardiff, even! We're in time for movie night and/or the Children of Time party. (Jack, can't T get some sort of diplomatic immunity as my companion so she can go?) I tried to tell Andy and T this, but all I got in reply was a lot of thumping. Between the two of them and the Tardis not listening to me, I feel almost surplus to requirements.