It’s Christmas Day. Slouched on the comfy sofa in Ianto’s flat, he and Jack are too stuffed from dinner to even contemplate moving. Jack picks up the remote and flicks the TV on for the BBC news, followed by the Queen’s speech, but closes his eyes and yawns, paying no attention to what’s on the screen.
“Huh,” says Ianto. “London’s being invaded by aliens again.”
“Of course it is; it’s Christmas,” Jack replies. “Not our problem though. The Doctor and UNIT can handle it.”
“You know the best thing about Christmas?”
“No. It’s not having to save the world.”