Gwen glared at her husband. “Stop looking at me like that!”
“Sorry, love, I can’t help it. You just look… well, not yourself.”
“Of course I don’t look like me! That stupid thing made my nose invisible!”
“Invisible? It’s still there?” Rhys reached out to feel. “Oh yeah, so it is!”
Gwen shoved his hand away. “Enough with the prodding!”
“The good news is,” Tosh butted in, “it should wear off in a few hours. You’re lucky; only your nose is invisible. I keep mistaking Ianto for George.”
Gwen looked towards headless Ianto. Tosh was right; she’d got off lightly.