Author's Notes:
My third drabble for Challenge 303 – Twelve Days at tw100, and Part 3 of ‘The Twelve Days of Riftmas’

Summary: It’s Christmas, and the Rift is apparently in a giving mood…

Warnings: Random insanity.

On the third day of Christmas, the police called again. They’d picked up three very confused young ladies who claimed to have been in France only moments before.

Naturally, Owen volunteered to go and collect them.

Jack sent Tosh, who brought them to the tourist office.

“So, what seems to be the problem?” he asked.

“According to Sabine, Odette and Denise, they were at their friend’s hen party in Rouen,” said Tosh.

“Of course they were,” sighed Ianto.

“Anyway, there was a bright light and suddenly they found themselves in Cardiff. They’ve also jumped approximately 17 years into the future.”

TBC in ‘The Fourth Day…’