Sometimes, silence was soothing and relaxing, a balm to the senses; there were times when Ianto actively sought out a quiet spot away from Torchwood’s everyday hustle and bustle to regroup.
But sometimes, like now, complete silence could be alarming.
Ianto emerged from the archives into a seemingly deserted Hub. Where had everyone gone? They’d all been busy up here half an hour ago when he’d gone downstairs, and he’d have heard something if there’d been a Rift alert.
Checking sensors, he found life signs in the boardroom. Pushing open the door, gun in hand, he cautiously entered, and…