Ianto blinked, rubbed his eyes, and blinked again. He was propped against the side of the SUV in broad daylight. Jack stood a few metres away, talking animatedly with Tosh, but much to Ianto’s bemusement, there wasn’t a tree in sight. Weird.
Alerted by Tosh, Jack spun around.
“Hey! Welcome back!”
“Huh? Back from where?”
“Umm, that thing the aliens gave us as a thank you gift? Tosh thinks it’s a sort of virtual reality game. We weren’t lost at all! See? No harm done!”
“Speak for yourself; I think I’ve got virtual blisters from all the walking,” Ianto grumbled.