This year, Torchwood’s annual Christmas Eve party, was being held five days early because that was when the Rift happened to be taking a brief break.
The Hub’s decorations were suitably festive, trestle tables were laden with a wide assortment of food and drink, and the whole team had quickly changed into their party clothes. Only Tosh and Nosy were missing.
“Tosh?” Owen bellowed. “Hurry up or we’ll start without you!”
The missing pair emerged. “Sorry. Nosy wanted to be pretty too.”
Tosh had arranged the fluff around Nosy’s face in a dozen tiny plaits, each tied with a bow.