Jack and Ianto had returned from a retrieval with a misplaced alien. Owen was rather taken aback when they laid her carefully on the autopsy table. She was alive, but obviously not in the best of health.
“This is Soom, of the Forest of Cheem,” Jack introduced her.
“She’s a tree?”
“I am,” Soom replied in a mellow voice. “Can you help me, doctor?”
“I’ll do my best.”
Up in his office an hour later, Jack looked at Torchwood’s medic.
“Do you know what’s wrong with her.”
Owen nodded. “I hope she’s not allergic to earth chemicals. She’s got woodworm.”