Jack and Ianto lay on their backs in a sunny meadow, staring up at the sky, cloud watching.
They’d come out here on a Rift alert. Rather than sending the team, Jack had decided to handle it himself, with Ianto’s assistance.
All they’d found was harmless junk.
They should have gone straight back to the Hub, but the sunshine was too enticing, so…
Ianto pointed at a cloud.
“That one looks like a butterfly.”
“Oh yeah! That one over there could be a swan.”
“That is a swan, Jack!”
“Swans can fly?”
“How long have you been living on Earth?”