Ianto looked up from filing and nearly jumped out of his skin. A pair of eyes was staring at him from the wall. This was beyond a joke.
All afternoon, wherever he went, the eyes followed him; it was downright disconcerting. Whenever he turned around, there they were.
Of course, if you worked for Torchwood long enough, you became accustomed to the weird, but even so…
Ianto stopped halfway down the corridor, turned and glared at the eyes. They blinked innocently back at him.
“For God’s sake, Jack, will you turn that bloody camouflage field off? You’re creeping me out!”