Arriving at the site of the latest rift alert, the team weren’t especially surprised to find a small, brown teddy bear with a sign around its neck reading ‘Please look after this bear.’
“How many is that now?” asked Owen.
“Seventeen,” Ianto replied. “I’m starting to think the rift has a rather peculiar sense of humour.”
“At least they’re not dangerous,” said Tosh, picking the bear up.
“Maybe Cardiff is hosting an intergalactic teddy bear convention,” Owen suggested.
Ianto rolled his eyes. “Maybe you’re a few bears short of a picnic.”
Owen grabbed the bear and threw it at him.