The Rift was well known for dumping strange, unidentifiable objects on Cardiff. This time it was thirty-seven silver balls, slightly bigger than marbles.
“So what do you think they are?” Tosh asked.
“Beats me. Never seen anything like them,” Jack admitted. “They’re warm, and kinda pretty.”
“That how you want me to catalogue them?” asked Ianto in a dry tone. “Pretty little warm balls?”
Jack smirked. “It’s as good a description as any. Tosh, run some tests, see if you can learn anything.”
“No need,” said Ianto looking in the box. “They’re eggs.”
“How’d you work that out?”
TBC in ‘Hatchlings’