Owen was concerned. He’s arrived early and found Nosy laying on the steps leading to Jack’s office, immobile and looking somehow deflated, as if it had just stalled halfway up. Prodding it failed to get any response at all.
“Jack, something’s wrong with Nosy. It’s just laying there, not moving.”
Coming out of his office, Jack looked.
“Oh dear. Ianto had errands to run this morning, so Nosy hasn’t had its caffeine fix yet. I think it’s run out of energy.”
Owen sat on the steps beside Nosy.
“I know just how you feel, mate. I’ve had days like that.”