Jack frowned at the bulky, heavy device they’d manhandled down to the archives the previous day. Tosh’s tests had indicated it was inoperative, but there it sat, glowing happily as snow fell around it. He folded his arms and frowned at Ianto.
“I hope you realise I don’t know how to turn it off either.”
“Figures. But yeah, I guessed that. I just need help moving it somewhere the snowfall won’t cause damage while we figure it out.”
“Now that I can do.”
Two hours later, Owen came haring up to Jack’s office.
“Jack, it’s snowing in the bloody showers!”
The End (I’m almost sure this time).