It wasn’t often that Ianto had the luxury of a long lie-in, so he was less that pleased to be woken by his phone at just after eight thirty on his first day off in over a month. Unsurprisingly, it was Jack.
“What is so important that you had to wake me, Jack? I was having a very nice dream.”
Jack didn’t waste time on preliminaries. “Owen’s twelve!”
“Yes, Jack, everyone knows Owen has the mental age of a pre-teen. That’s hardly news.”
“No, I mean he’s been de-aged, he’s literally twelve years old!”
Ianto groaned. “Lord help us all!”