Working for Torchwood meant that every day was a surprise. There was never any way of knowing what the Rift would bring them next, or when. Sometimes they’d have to hunt for it and other times they were the hunted, fighting for their lives.
Some days were surprisingly boring and slow, nothing happening worth mentioning, while others were so busy they barely had time to catch their breath before the next crisis had them running for the door again.
But as every Torchwood agent soon learned, the biggest surprise each day was still being alive at the end of it.