Jack had turned his room upside down; he’d searched under the bed, in the wardrobe, even in the laundry basket, to no avail. Where the hell was it? He knew he’d put it somewhere safe so he wouldn’t lose it, but he’d lost it anyway.
“Jack, what the hell are you doing? Look at this mess!”
“Sorry, sorry, I’ll tidy up, I promise.”
“What’re you looking for?”
“I got an overdue notice from the library, but I can’t find the book! I’ll be fined!”
Ianto held up a book.
“That’s it! Where was it?”
“On your bookshelf.”