According to Tosh, whatever had come through the Rift was big, heavy and stationary; that was all she could determine from the Hub, so Jack, Ianto and Owen had gone to investigate. Now they stood staring at their new acquisition and wondering what the hell they were going to do with it.
Jack was the first to speak.
“It’s a nice bridge. Very well made.”
“Not much use in the middle of a field though, is it?” said Ianto.
“I dunno,” Owen smirked. “Maybe the sheep will enjoy it.”
“How do we explain it to the farmer?”
“Drunken student prank?”