day 4 - a prospect and an answer
Thursday
I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me!
Galileo (repeated a gabillion times) Galileo figarooooooooo!
I told Jack I could remember that verse. He wouldn't believe me. I showed him. Or not, as the case maybe. The day Jack reads this diary will be the day that he needs to get his memory wiped. Anyway, the day. It went alright. We've found the source of our problems, or at least where it is. I guess that was obvious from the fact that the entire weevil family, (granny, granddad, mam, dad,) everyone were there at the church yesterday. Now all we've got to do is go and check it out. Fun, fun.
---
To: "Jack Harkness"
Sent: Thursday, February 21st, 2007 10:20 PM
From: "Ianto Jones"
Subject: The Weevils are coming to take me away (aha!)
Good morning!
Just got back from home, in case you were wondering. Sorry I left without waking you but you seemed to be having a delightful dream about a maid's outfit and a man named Yano so I decided to leave you to it.
Really? A maid's outfit?
... It's a thought.
I'll be up in a min. Just got to sort out the post. Hey, is this postcard signed Enrique or Enjorlas? And how do you know a Spanish waiter anyway?
To: "Ianto Jones"
Sent: Thursday, February 21st, 2007 10:24 PM
From: "Jack Harkness"
Subject: RE: The Weevils are coming to take me away (aha!)
There needs to be a new system of sorting the mail. In other entirely unrelated news, I've never heard of an Enrico (and he's Italian by the way.) You two should meet, actually. I think you'd be quite fascinated by him. Incredibly talented young man. Very good at balancing. Trays, that is.
I did wonder where you'd got to. When there was no smell of coffee after five minutes, I began to get worried. I would've driven you home. Let me next time, that's an order. How are you feeling this morning?
To: "Jack Harkness"
Sent: Thursday, February 21st, 2007 10:26 PM
From: "Ianto Jones"
Subject: RE: The Weevils are coming to take me away (aha!)
He sounds delightful.
I wouldn't let you near my car if you paid me. I've seen the way you drive, Jack Harkness. Even curbs cringe when they see you drive around a corner. I'll be up in two minutes, coffee and post in tow.
To: "Ianto Jones"
Sent: Thursday, February 21st, 2007 10:29 PM
From: "Jack Harkness"
Subject: RE: The Weevils are coming to take me away (aha!)
It's three minutes and I'm not seeing our resident Welshman. Everything okay?
To: "Jack Harkness"
Sent: Thursday, February 21st, 2007 10:31 PM
From: "Ianto Jones"
Subject: RE: The Weevils are coming to take me away (aha!)
Give me a few more Jack, would you. Something's come up.
To: "Ianto Jones"
Sent: Thursday, February 21st, 2007 10:32 PM
From: "Jack Harkness"
Subject: RE: The Weevils are coming to take me away (aha!)
Hey, that sounds promising. Careful, Gwen's just come in. Don't want to have you all flustered in front of her, do we?
Two lumps. No milk.
To: "Ianto Jones"
Sent: Thursday, February 21st, 2007 10:36 PM
From: "Jack Harkness"
Subject: RE: The Weevils are coming to take me away (aha!)
Ianto? Are you alright?
To: "Jack Harkness"
Sent: Thursday, February 21st, 2007 10:37 PM
From: "Ianto Jones"
Subject: RE: The Weevils are coming to take me away (aha!)
Fine, Jack. Be there in a minute.
To: "Ianto Jones"
Sent: Thursday, February 21st, 2007 10:39 PM
From: "Jack Harkness"
Subject: RE: The Weevils are coming to take me away (aha!)
You said that an hour ago.
Again two minutes have gone by without any sign of a Ianto. I'm coming up to check what's wrong if you don't answer in two minutes.
---
Jack didn't need to go to the reception.
Down the stairs Jack could see Ianto walking steadily into the hub, a tray of coffee's balancing in his hand. It took Jack a second to work out what was wrong, before he finally realised and left his chair to go and help Ianto down the stairs. Limping like a wounded solider, Ianto made it to Gwen's desk and relaxed heavily onto the corner of it, placing a cup of coffee in front of her with his usual friendly smile.
"Oh Ianto, sweetheart, you look rough."
"Thanks Gwen. Nice to know someone's not afraid to say what everyone's been thinking for the past two years."
She went to playfully slap him on the shoulder and then thought better of it, smiling sheepishly.
"Guess you're a bit stiff today, hey?"
"A bit," he agreed, his grin hiding what his body really felt. It was then that Jack joined them, his own smile wide and disarming.
"Something still up?" he asked, taking the black coffee off the tray and grinning over the rim at the suspicious look Gwen gave him. Ianto blushed, his cheeks looking all the more beaten for it. Jack noticed the darker bruises, worse than the ones he'd seen as they had fallen asleep. Even Ianto's cuts looked deeper and more angry in the fluorescent lighting of the hub.
"If Owen's in today you should get him to look at those scrapes," Gwen said looking, if possible, even more concerned than Jack. Nodding without enthusiasm, Ianto took Jack's post from his suit pocket and handed them in an intentional display of stewardship. Beaming at his make-shift butler, Jack strode off in the direction of his office, calling over his shoulder to Gwen.
"Today's job needs to be to find where those other 9 weevils from the cathedral went. Nobody can just disappear, not even weevils. See if there have been any reports of sightings overnight. And ring Tosh and Owen for me, would ya? Does it kill a team to get in by lunchtime?"
"Yes, Jack," replied Gwen, long-suffering in her manner. She winked at Ianto and began to dial the police station. "Hullo? Hi, yes it's me, Gwen Cooper. Hiya, yeah how you doing? Oh, I know I'm always asking for something aren't I? I was just wondering if there had been any reports of an unusual nature last night? Any attacks...?"
Gwen's voice drifted out of hearing distance as Ianto struggled up the stairs to Jack's office. Jack saw him half way up and jogged back down to help him manage the last few steps.
"I'd like to believe that that was my doing but I'm pretty sure the weevil takes full credit," Jack remarked once the door to his office had been closed behind them. Sitting in a chair nearest the door, Ianto sighed with relief as he felt the battered muscles begin to slowly relax.
"Weevil's credit rating one hundred and ten percent, I'm afraid."
"Hmph."
Ianto laughed to himself. Jack caught the hidden gesutre and looked smug, as though he took it as a personal compliment every time he made Ianto smile.
"Don't suppose I could convince you to go home and stay home?" Jack asked, finishing his coffee and coming to sit in a chair opposite Ianto, on the other side of his desk.
"I'll be fine sorting through some paperwork in the office. I may leave early though, if it's all the same to you."
If anything, Jack looked relieved.
"Getting sense in your old age?" he quipped, throwing a notebook at Ianto who caught it as deftly as always. "Take a look at that. Recognise anything familiar about it?"
It had only been three weeks since Ianto had read over the documents written by the 1940's Torchwood Team themselves. He recognised the writing almost immediately, t he leaders neat, flowing script jarring in an almost perfect opposite to another members messy scrawl. Interest piqued, Ianto leant forward in his seat and skimmed through the notebook quickly, Jack sitting in patient silence, looking up swiftly when he found the paragraph that Jack obviously meant for him to read.
"Weevils?"
"Uh huh."
"In nineteen-forty?"
"Yep?"
Ianto relaxed back into the seat again. "In St David's?"
"Precisely."
"But it says here that they were protecting something?"
Jack nodded, placing his feet up on the desk and placing his fingers together in a thoughtful bridge. "Hm. Interesting, wouldn't you say?"
Ianto looked up sharply, wondering if Jack meant what he thought that he did. "Jack... there's something in the cathedral..."
Smile grim, Jack nodded his head. In the silent office, Ianto felt the familiar stirrings of something big about to happen, the words of the notebook a harbinger to it all.
"Exactly."
---
To: "Jack Harkness"
Sent: Thursday, February 21st, 2007 15:20 PM
From: "Ianto Jones"
Subject: Torchwood Case No #3631258
There's nothing in the archives to suggest that the team of the 1940's ever found what was in the church. A turnover was done of the place but nothing appeared out of the ordinary save for the 6 creatures they describe half way through the note book. It seems like whatever was there had enough power to keep attracting the weevils; there was a report of a large sighting of weevils in 1946, 52, 53, 64, 78, 81, 86, 93 and again in 98. The sightings of weevils have been less frequent in recent years, but I still can't work out why nothing mentioned it before. Until today we didn't even realise that weevils were being sighted before the year 2000.
Anyway, that's not important. The thing is that it's always the church they're attracted back too. They stay for a few days and then seem to vanish again. I don't know what's going on Jack, but whatever happened for all those teams is happening for us now.
To: "Ianto Jones"
Sent: Thursday, February 21st, 2007 15:24 PM
From: "Jack Harkness"
Subject: RE: Torchwood Case No #3631258
So many sightings. It's amazing nobody recorded it in depth. Call up scans of the area. See where the weevils have been congregating over the last six months. Find a connection if you can. Tosh and Owen just walked in. I'm getting them to check some more records, history on the church, that sort of thing. Gwen's managed to get hold of the police records for last night; no injuries or fatalities, at least not weevil-related ones, were reported last night. That's a small mercy.
How are you feeling? Better?
To: "Jack Harkness"
Sent: Thursday, February 21st, 2007 15:42 PM
From: "Ianto Jones"
Subject: RE: Torchwood Case No #3631258
I've been talking to Tosh. It seems that the weevils may start at the bay but they always end up at the church. Owen had nothing to say on the history of the church itself, nothing important at least. It seems that following the arrival of 12,000 Roman Catholics fleeing famine in Ireland, the cathedral was constructed in 1887, with the intention of being the principal Catholic church in Cardiff. The Cathedral was severely damaged by bombing in 1941, but re-opened in 1959 after restorative work was done. Nothing sinister or alien about that, I'm afraid.
I'm alright.
Got any morphine by chance?
To: "Ianto Jones"
Sent: Thursday, February 21st, 2007 15:44 PM
From: "Jack Harkness"
Subject: RE: Torchwood Case No #3631258
From 1941 to 1959 the church was out of use? I'm sensing something interesting there. Have a look in the archives for any evidence of weevil activity before '41.
Don't be a martyr, okay? You feel ill, you go home. The world doesn't stop turning 'cos Ianto Jones isn't making coffee.
Say, I noticed we haven't had one in well over an hour.
Two lumps, don't forget.
To: "Jack Harkness"
Sent: Thursday, February 21st, 2007 15:53 PM
From: "Ianto Jones"
Subject: RE: Torchwood Case No #3631258
Jack. I've got it. It's obvious.
The rift. Every time that there's a disturbance with the rift, the weevils are drawn to the church. It's got to be the right connection. I've got Tosh to compare the results of the weevil sightings with rift activity and it all fits. 1941 was just a cover-up. The object may have been planted in the church between '41 and '46 when the first sighting happened, but the weevils were only drawn to the church because the object was moved. The rift was open far before then, but nothing was recorded about the church because whatever's in it was placed there during the reconstruction.
What's going on, Jack? What could be big enough to be hidden for decades, big enough to attract a family of weevils?
To: "Ianto Jones"
Sent: Thursday, February 21st, 2007 15:24 PM
From: "Jack Harkness"
Subject: RE: Torchwood Case No #3631258
You are brilliant. I don't tell you that nearly enough, do I?
Okay, so we know when the thing got there. But what the hell is it? And I've just had a call in to say that a flying pig has been sighted over Barry. It's actually an Aracnatorian Avianporcious, but I wasn't about to tell them that. That's our priority for today. Tomorrow I'll take Gwen to check out the church. We'll give it our own once over. You go home and get some rest, you hear? I'll need you if we find anything tomorrow.
Take care, Ianto. I need my man in one piece, got it?
---
[TIM conversation begins]
Tosh: Hey Gwen, what's up?
Gwen: Hi Tosh! Just wondering if you'd got any information for Jack regarding the cathedral.
Tosh: Just patching the data through to you now.
Gwen: Ta, Tosh. Hey, you heard about this pig?
Tosh: Weird, no?
Gwen: I'm never gonna promise on flying pigs again.
Tosh: It'll be the last time I do too.
Gwen: How's Owen this morning?
Tosh: He seems alright. A bit lethargic but that's never a bad thing, right?
Gwen: :) Definitely not! I saw Ianto earlier. He seems a bit worse for wear.
Tosh: Jack will look after him.
Gwen: I bet he will ;)
Gwen: Speaking of Jack... this whole business with previous teams knowing about the weevils... why wasn't it ever recorded in detail? Was Jack a member of Torchwood back then? Why didn't he mention that weevils had been around for years?
Tosh: I don't know, Gwen...
Tosh: I guess he has his secrets like we all do.
Gwen: Hmm... I guess ur right.
Gwen: Thanks for the data, Tosh. Speak to you in a bit.
Tosh: See you, Gwen!
[Conversation ends]
I see a little silhouetto of a man,
Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?
Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very frightening me!
Galileo (repeated a gabillion times) Galileo figarooooooooo!
I told Jack I could remember that verse. He wouldn't believe me. I showed him. Or not, as the case maybe. The day Jack reads this diary will be the day that he needs to get his memory wiped. Anyway, the day. It went alright. We've found the source of our problems, or at least where it is. I guess that was obvious from the fact that the entire weevil family, (granny, granddad, mam, dad,) everyone were there at the church yesterday. Now all we've got to do is go and check it out. Fun, fun.
---
To: "Jack Harkness"
Sent: Thursday, February 21st, 2007 10:20 PM
From: "Ianto Jones"
Subject: The Weevils are coming to take me away (aha!)
Good morning!
Just got back from home, in case you were wondering. Sorry I left without waking you but you seemed to be having a delightful dream about a maid's outfit and a man named Yano so I decided to leave you to it.
Really? A maid's outfit?
... It's a thought.
I'll be up in a min. Just got to sort out the post. Hey, is this postcard signed Enrique or Enjorlas? And how do you know a Spanish waiter anyway?
To: "Ianto Jones"
Sent: Thursday, February 21st, 2007 10:24 PM
From: "Jack Harkness"
Subject: RE: The Weevils are coming to take me away (aha!)
There needs to be a new system of sorting the mail. In other entirely unrelated news, I've never heard of an Enrico (and he's Italian by the way.) You two should meet, actually. I think you'd be quite fascinated by him. Incredibly talented young man. Very good at balancing. Trays, that is.
I did wonder where you'd got to. When there was no smell of coffee after five minutes, I began to get worried. I would've driven you home. Let me next time, that's an order. How are you feeling this morning?
To: "Jack Harkness"
Sent: Thursday, February 21st, 2007 10:26 PM
From: "Ianto Jones"
Subject: RE: The Weevils are coming to take me away (aha!)
He sounds delightful.
I wouldn't let you near my car if you paid me. I've seen the way you drive, Jack Harkness. Even curbs cringe when they see you drive around a corner. I'll be up in two minutes, coffee and post in tow.
To: "Ianto Jones"
Sent: Thursday, February 21st, 2007 10:29 PM
From: "Jack Harkness"
Subject: RE: The Weevils are coming to take me away (aha!)
It's three minutes and I'm not seeing our resident Welshman. Everything okay?
To: "Jack Harkness"
Sent: Thursday, February 21st, 2007 10:31 PM
From: "Ianto Jones"
Subject: RE: The Weevils are coming to take me away (aha!)
Give me a few more Jack, would you. Something's come up.
To: "Ianto Jones"
Sent: Thursday, February 21st, 2007 10:32 PM
From: "Jack Harkness"
Subject: RE: The Weevils are coming to take me away (aha!)
Hey, that sounds promising. Careful, Gwen's just come in. Don't want to have you all flustered in front of her, do we?
Two lumps. No milk.
To: "Ianto Jones"
Sent: Thursday, February 21st, 2007 10:36 PM
From: "Jack Harkness"
Subject: RE: The Weevils are coming to take me away (aha!)
Ianto? Are you alright?
To: "Jack Harkness"
Sent: Thursday, February 21st, 2007 10:37 PM
From: "Ianto Jones"
Subject: RE: The Weevils are coming to take me away (aha!)
Fine, Jack. Be there in a minute.
To: "Ianto Jones"
Sent: Thursday, February 21st, 2007 10:39 PM
From: "Jack Harkness"
Subject: RE: The Weevils are coming to take me away (aha!)
You said that an hour ago.
Again two minutes have gone by without any sign of a Ianto. I'm coming up to check what's wrong if you don't answer in two minutes.
---
Jack didn't need to go to the reception.
Down the stairs Jack could see Ianto walking steadily into the hub, a tray of coffee's balancing in his hand. It took Jack a second to work out what was wrong, before he finally realised and left his chair to go and help Ianto down the stairs. Limping like a wounded solider, Ianto made it to Gwen's desk and relaxed heavily onto the corner of it, placing a cup of coffee in front of her with his usual friendly smile.
"Oh Ianto, sweetheart, you look rough."
"Thanks Gwen. Nice to know someone's not afraid to say what everyone's been thinking for the past two years."
She went to playfully slap him on the shoulder and then thought better of it, smiling sheepishly.
"Guess you're a bit stiff today, hey?"
"A bit," he agreed, his grin hiding what his body really felt. It was then that Jack joined them, his own smile wide and disarming.
"Something still up?" he asked, taking the black coffee off the tray and grinning over the rim at the suspicious look Gwen gave him. Ianto blushed, his cheeks looking all the more beaten for it. Jack noticed the darker bruises, worse than the ones he'd seen as they had fallen asleep. Even Ianto's cuts looked deeper and more angry in the fluorescent lighting of the hub.
"If Owen's in today you should get him to look at those scrapes," Gwen said looking, if possible, even more concerned than Jack. Nodding without enthusiasm, Ianto took Jack's post from his suit pocket and handed them in an intentional display of stewardship. Beaming at his make-shift butler, Jack strode off in the direction of his office, calling over his shoulder to Gwen.
"Today's job needs to be to find where those other 9 weevils from the cathedral went. Nobody can just disappear, not even weevils. See if there have been any reports of sightings overnight. And ring Tosh and Owen for me, would ya? Does it kill a team to get in by lunchtime?"
"Yes, Jack," replied Gwen, long-suffering in her manner. She winked at Ianto and began to dial the police station. "Hullo? Hi, yes it's me, Gwen Cooper. Hiya, yeah how you doing? Oh, I know I'm always asking for something aren't I? I was just wondering if there had been any reports of an unusual nature last night? Any attacks...?"
Gwen's voice drifted out of hearing distance as Ianto struggled up the stairs to Jack's office. Jack saw him half way up and jogged back down to help him manage the last few steps.
"I'd like to believe that that was my doing but I'm pretty sure the weevil takes full credit," Jack remarked once the door to his office had been closed behind them. Sitting in a chair nearest the door, Ianto sighed with relief as he felt the battered muscles begin to slowly relax.
"Weevil's credit rating one hundred and ten percent, I'm afraid."
"Hmph."
Ianto laughed to himself. Jack caught the hidden gesutre and looked smug, as though he took it as a personal compliment every time he made Ianto smile.
"Don't suppose I could convince you to go home and stay home?" Jack asked, finishing his coffee and coming to sit in a chair opposite Ianto, on the other side of his desk.
"I'll be fine sorting through some paperwork in the office. I may leave early though, if it's all the same to you."
If anything, Jack looked relieved.
"Getting sense in your old age?" he quipped, throwing a notebook at Ianto who caught it as deftly as always. "Take a look at that. Recognise anything familiar about it?"
It had only been three weeks since Ianto had read over the documents written by the 1940's Torchwood Team themselves. He recognised the writing almost immediately, t he leaders neat, flowing script jarring in an almost perfect opposite to another members messy scrawl. Interest piqued, Ianto leant forward in his seat and skimmed through the notebook quickly, Jack sitting in patient silence, looking up swiftly when he found the paragraph that Jack obviously meant for him to read.
"Weevils?"
"Uh huh."
"In nineteen-forty?"
"Yep?"
Ianto relaxed back into the seat again. "In St David's?"
"Precisely."
"But it says here that they were protecting something?"
Jack nodded, placing his feet up on the desk and placing his fingers together in a thoughtful bridge. "Hm. Interesting, wouldn't you say?"
Ianto looked up sharply, wondering if Jack meant what he thought that he did. "Jack... there's something in the cathedral..."
Smile grim, Jack nodded his head. In the silent office, Ianto felt the familiar stirrings of something big about to happen, the words of the notebook a harbinger to it all.
"Exactly."
---
To: "Jack Harkness"
Sent: Thursday, February 21st, 2007 15:20 PM
From: "Ianto Jones"
Subject: Torchwood Case No #3631258
There's nothing in the archives to suggest that the team of the 1940's ever found what was in the church. A turnover was done of the place but nothing appeared out of the ordinary save for the 6 creatures they describe half way through the note book. It seems like whatever was there had enough power to keep attracting the weevils; there was a report of a large sighting of weevils in 1946, 52, 53, 64, 78, 81, 86, 93 and again in 98. The sightings of weevils have been less frequent in recent years, but I still can't work out why nothing mentioned it before. Until today we didn't even realise that weevils were being sighted before the year 2000.
Anyway, that's not important. The thing is that it's always the church they're attracted back too. They stay for a few days and then seem to vanish again. I don't know what's going on Jack, but whatever happened for all those teams is happening for us now.
To: "Ianto Jones"
Sent: Thursday, February 21st, 2007 15:24 PM
From: "Jack Harkness"
Subject: RE: Torchwood Case No #3631258
So many sightings. It's amazing nobody recorded it in depth. Call up scans of the area. See where the weevils have been congregating over the last six months. Find a connection if you can. Tosh and Owen just walked in. I'm getting them to check some more records, history on the church, that sort of thing. Gwen's managed to get hold of the police records for last night; no injuries or fatalities, at least not weevil-related ones, were reported last night. That's a small mercy.
How are you feeling? Better?
To: "Jack Harkness"
Sent: Thursday, February 21st, 2007 15:42 PM
From: "Ianto Jones"
Subject: RE: Torchwood Case No #3631258
I've been talking to Tosh. It seems that the weevils may start at the bay but they always end up at the church. Owen had nothing to say on the history of the church itself, nothing important at least. It seems that following the arrival of 12,000 Roman Catholics fleeing famine in Ireland, the cathedral was constructed in 1887, with the intention of being the principal Catholic church in Cardiff. The Cathedral was severely damaged by bombing in 1941, but re-opened in 1959 after restorative work was done. Nothing sinister or alien about that, I'm afraid.
I'm alright.
Got any morphine by chance?
To: "Ianto Jones"
Sent: Thursday, February 21st, 2007 15:44 PM
From: "Jack Harkness"
Subject: RE: Torchwood Case No #3631258
From 1941 to 1959 the church was out of use? I'm sensing something interesting there. Have a look in the archives for any evidence of weevil activity before '41.
Don't be a martyr, okay? You feel ill, you go home. The world doesn't stop turning 'cos Ianto Jones isn't making coffee.
Say, I noticed we haven't had one in well over an hour.
Two lumps, don't forget.
To: "Jack Harkness"
Sent: Thursday, February 21st, 2007 15:53 PM
From: "Ianto Jones"
Subject: RE: Torchwood Case No #3631258
Jack. I've got it. It's obvious.
The rift. Every time that there's a disturbance with the rift, the weevils are drawn to the church. It's got to be the right connection. I've got Tosh to compare the results of the weevil sightings with rift activity and it all fits. 1941 was just a cover-up. The object may have been planted in the church between '41 and '46 when the first sighting happened, but the weevils were only drawn to the church because the object was moved. The rift was open far before then, but nothing was recorded about the church because whatever's in it was placed there during the reconstruction.
What's going on, Jack? What could be big enough to be hidden for decades, big enough to attract a family of weevils?
To: "Ianto Jones"
Sent: Thursday, February 21st, 2007 15:24 PM
From: "Jack Harkness"
Subject: RE: Torchwood Case No #3631258
You are brilliant. I don't tell you that nearly enough, do I?
Okay, so we know when the thing got there. But what the hell is it? And I've just had a call in to say that a flying pig has been sighted over Barry. It's actually an Aracnatorian Avianporcious, but I wasn't about to tell them that. That's our priority for today. Tomorrow I'll take Gwen to check out the church. We'll give it our own once over. You go home and get some rest, you hear? I'll need you if we find anything tomorrow.
Take care, Ianto. I need my man in one piece, got it?
---
[TIM conversation begins]
Tosh: Hey Gwen, what's up?
Gwen: Hi Tosh! Just wondering if you'd got any information for Jack regarding the cathedral.
Tosh: Just patching the data through to you now.
Gwen: Ta, Tosh. Hey, you heard about this pig?
Tosh: Weird, no?
Gwen: I'm never gonna promise on flying pigs again.
Tosh: It'll be the last time I do too.
Gwen: How's Owen this morning?
Tosh: He seems alright. A bit lethargic but that's never a bad thing, right?
Gwen: :) Definitely not! I saw Ianto earlier. He seems a bit worse for wear.
Tosh: Jack will look after him.
Gwen: I bet he will ;)
Gwen: Speaking of Jack... this whole business with previous teams knowing about the weevils... why wasn't it ever recorded in detail? Was Jack a member of Torchwood back then? Why didn't he mention that weevils had been around for years?
Tosh: I don't know, Gwen...
Tosh: I guess he has his secrets like we all do.
Gwen: Hmm... I guess ur right.
Gwen: Thanks for the data, Tosh. Speak to you in a bit.
Tosh: See you, Gwen!
[Conversation ends]