It had been a long and busy day for Team Torchwood, mostly spent out in the field chasing down a horde of harmless but very energetic aliens. They’d finally been persuaded to give up sightseeing and return to their spaceship; now all the team wanted to do was go back to the Hub, collapse, and preferably never move again.
Except, of course, they couldn’t.
There was still the police to appease, Retcon to administer and a general cleanup to be done.
Ianto felt it prudent to deploy his secret weapon and pulled out a large thermos flask.
“Anyone for coffee?”