“Never let it be said that Torchwood doesn’t move with the times,” said Ianto as he entered Jack’s office, smartphone in hand.
“What have you got?” Jack looked questioningly at his lover even as he pulled open his desk drawer to retrieve his Webley.
“I was checking what was trending on Twitter, came across a flood of tweets about a mysterious fog in Splott.”
“What’s mysterious about fog?”
“Apparently it’s purple, it glows, and so far it’s melted the tyres off two bicycles, three cars, and a bus.”
“Ah. Guess we’d better check it out then.”
“I’ll get your coat.”