It was lucky that Ianto loved tree climbing; removing the streamers of alien fabric from everywhere the Rift had dropped them took some time. Jack sensibly remained on the ground, untangling what he could reach and collecting the silky lengths Ianto lowered to him, stowing them in a containment box.
The colourful pieces ranged in length between two and six feet, and Jack was soon getting ideas. When Ianto finally came back to earth, Jack smirked at him.
“No more ruining your ties.” He held up a strip of red. “These are much better for tying each other up with!”
TBC in ‘Fit To Be Tied’