Jack crept slowly and cautiously through darkness so thick you could cut it with a knife. The storm had blanketed Cardiff in heavy cloud, blocking out the meagre light from stars and moon. It had also caused a power cut, plunging the whole city into a blackout, reminding Jack a bit of the Blitz.
Thunder still rumbled distantly, but the occasional brief flicker of lightning was now too far away to aid visibility. Still, Jack knew it was around here somewhere.
“Oof! Damnit, Jack!”
“Sorry!” Crawling over Ianto, he flopped down beside him.
He’d found the bed.