Ianto looked down at his formerly white shirt with a sigh; it was completely ruined. The only consolation was that he hadn’t been wearing his jacket or waistcoat, and the tourist office counter had protected his trousers.
In Torchwood, you quickly learn to expect the unexpected, but even so, some things are just impossible to anticipate. Who in their right mind would expect a pigeon to fly through the door and crash-land in their tomato soup? He hadn’t even had a chance to eat any yet, and now he was covered in it.
“Well, red is your colour.”