Ianto tied the top of the last bag and set it aside, turning to admire his handiwork. Everything looked just the way it should; all that was left was to cart the bags of rubbish and recycling up to the bins and down to the incinerator, and he’d be finished.
Then Tosh came running in.
“Ianto, have you seen Dizzy? I can’t find it anywhere.”
“Oh no.” Ianto stared at his neat row of black bags and groaned. Now he’d have to empty them all to make sure he hadn’t accidentally gathered up the missing Flufflet. “I hate my life.”
TBC in ‘Boxing Day Cleanup — Part 4’