It had been a hellish week, even by Torchwood standards.
A stranger accused Ianto of being the father of her unborn baby, despite the fact they’d never met and she wasn’t pregnant anyway.
Tosh had come face to face with her evil twin.
Owen found himself being sued for malpractice because someone had stolen his identity and injured a patient.
Jack had woken up in the city morgue, twice, and Gwen was at war with her in-laws over a recipe.
“Someone should make a TV show about us. It would be the most whacked-out soap opera ever made,” muttered Owen.