The people of Cardiff had awoken to a blanket of snow covering the city is sparkling whiteness over a foot deep. Jack was completely enthralled, as he always was by fresh snow, but as they made their way to the Hub on foot, Ianto was troubled. His suspicions were confirmed when they finally arrived at the Plas.
“Jack, I don’t think this is normal snow.”
“What are you talking about? Snow is snow.”
“Usually you’d be correct, but don’t you think it’s the least bit odd that the snowmen are having snowball fights?”
“Now that you mention it…”