Everyone at Torchwood gets a party on their birthday; it’s traditional. Of course, some go better than others.
They hadn’t even got to the present opening, never mind the food, when the Rift alarm sounded. By the time they got back, dirty, sweaty and exhausted, all anyone wanted was a coffee and a chance to take the weight off their feet. Instead, they found the Hub in complete chaos.
The party buffet, what was left of it, was strewn everywhere and the gifts shredded.
“But I locked Myf in her aerie!” Ianto whimpered.
Jack winced. “The lock’s broken. I forgot.”