Ianto came running up from the vaults, where he’d been feeding the residents.
“Owen! You need to have a look at Janet!”
“What’s up with her?”
“How should I know? You’re the doctor.”
“Well what’re her symptoms?” Owen grabbed his kit and followed Ianto.
“She’s grumpier than usual, restless, and it looks like she’s got spots.”
Down in the vaults, Owen studied the patient from a distance. Janet was fidgeting uncomfortably; she was definitely spotty, all over her head and probably under her boiler suit too.
“Well, that’s a first! She’s got chicken pox, must have caught it from Jack.”