Author's Notes:
My fourth and final drabble for Challenge 404: Not Found at tw100.

Summary: A thing comes through the Rift.

It was about twenty centimetres long, six tall, bluish-grey and fuzzy, and Owen estimated it had somewhere around thirty pairs of legs. That was only a rough estimate, because the latest Rift Gift wouldn’t stand still long enough for a more accurate count. It rambled around inside the tank they’d put it in, treating the sides and lid as if they were extensions of the floor, there simply to be walked on.

“Any idea what it is?” Jack asked his team.

Tosh typed details into mainframe while Ianto checked the archives.

The results came back the same: match not found.

The End