Arriving back at the Hub, Ianto was confronted by a grim and disturbing sight.
The scene looked like something out of a slasher movie; splashes of dark red spattered across the wall, floor, coffee table and sofa… It took Ianto right back to the farmhouse in the Beacons, a place of blood and cannibals, and his mouth went dry. He hadn’t been gone long, what the hell had happened?
The man in question emerged from the kitchen, carrying a bundle of rags.
“It’s okay, it’s not blood.” He looked sheepish. “Had a bit of trouble with the ketchup bottle.”