Jack stopped so suddenly, Ianto walked straight into him.
“A little warning would have been nice,” Ianto complained, rubbing his nose.
“Sorry,” Jack apologized, wincing in sympathy.
Everybody else stopped too, the drone hovering overhead. Jack turned to Hart.
“What the hell d’you mean you can’t leave?”
Hart’s shoulders slumped.
“Gray must’ve done something to my Vortex Manipulator, set a booby-trap. When I tried to leave earth, most of the main circuits got fried. The teleport still works for short-range jumps, I can just about travel from one end of this quaint little island to the other, but that’s it.
As revelations went, that was surprising. Gwen had to ask.
“What have you been doing for the last few months then?”
“I can imagine the kind of sights you’ve been seeing,” Ianto muttered.
“Hey, be nice, Eye Candy! I’ve stayed out of trouble. Mostly. You lot would’ve heard about it otherwise.”
“How’d you get money?”
“Gambling, mostly. And before you ask, no, I didn’t cheat. Won fair ‘n’ square. Just picked easy marks.”
Just then, the drone started beeping madly.
“Whatever came through the Rift is heading our way!” said Tosh.
“We’ll discuss this later,” Jack told Hart.
TBC in ‘Brief Visitor’