It’s late, night fell hours ago, but the Rift doesn’t operate on a set schedule so all of Torchwood are used to working odd hours. They’re used to going on solo retrievals too, and as they know what lurks in the shadowy places of Cardiff, they’re always especially alert when they’re alone on the dark, deserted streets.
But Ianto knows he’s not alone out here, his heightened senses tell him he’s being followed.
Ducking around a corner, he doubles back, coming at his stalker from behind.
“Jack! What’re you doing here?”
Jack held something up. “You forgot your gloves.”