Owen was on overnight duty, tucked up in the bottom bunk while Nosy snoozed on the top one.
Jack and Ianto had gone out to dinner, arriving home after midnight and heading towards their quarters when a loud shriek and a series of crashes sent them racing for the Night Duty Room, drawing their guns.
The sight that met their eyes was not what they expected.
“What the hell happened?” Jack demanded.
Owen sat up on the floor, rubbing his sore head.
“Nosy saw a moth.”
A fluffy head poked cautiously out of Owen’s bunk.
Ianto rolled his eyes.