The Torchwood Hub is vast, a seemingly endless warren of tunnels and passages on over twenty levels, some of which stretch for miles, under the city itself or under the bay. Ianto has mapped over half, but it’s an ongoing job, especially as some areas don’t have lighting. He uses a bicycle to get around where the floors are in a good enough state.
Knowing how much empty space is available makes what he’s about to say sound ridiculous. He eyes the enormous artefact.
“Sorry, Jack, there’s plenty of room but we’ll never get something that size through the doors.”