Just to be different, this time the Rift spat out the alien equivalent of a butterfly — 30cm across, four lacy, pastel coloured wings and tentacles for legs.
Chasing it proved exhausting and fruitless, until…
“Oh, well done! You caught it! I think it likes you.” Jack sounded half impressed, half jealous as he ushered Ianto into the SUV.
“Not a word from anyone, or you’ll all be on permanent decaf!” Ianto snarled, stepping into the Hub a short while later, the alien perched at a jaunty angle on his head like an Easter bonnet.
Owen fell off his chair laughing.