For the first time in living memory, team Torchwood had absolutely nothing to do.
All their paperwork was finished, all the filing done; cataloguing was up to date… There wasn’t even a corpse for Owen to dissect or one of Tosh’s programmes needing work.
“Now what?” asked Owen, throwing himself down on the sofa.
“Now we have a lazy day.” Ianto’s voice drifted up from where he lay on the floor, legs on the sofa, watching Myfanwy lazily circle the Hub on an updraft.
“Doing what?” Owen grumbled.
“Anything,” Jack replied, lying down beside Ianto. “Or possibly nothing at all.”
“Doing nothing suits me just fine.” Gwen flopped down beside Jack. “Been run off my feet planning the wedding. It’ll be nice doing nothing for a change.” She stared up at Myfanwy with a happy sigh.
Stretching herself out on the floor to Ianto’s other side, Tosh let out a huge yawn, setting everyone else off.
“I can’t remember the last time I felt so relaxed,” she admitted.
“You lot are weird,” Owen muttered, sliding off the sofa to lay down with them. “If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em.”
Watching them from above, Myfanwy sighed. She’d never understand humans.