It's raining. Great, thought Gwen as she stared through her bedroom window. Another wonderful day stuck inside the flat. She put her hand into her pocket, pulled out a slim device and stared at it as if her life depended on it. Come on Jack, there's got to be something going on! There always bloody is on my scheduled days off!
The one day Gwen actually wanted to get away from the flat and do something; Jack had phoned to say that nothing was going on with the rift and that she might as well stay at home with Rhys to do some "bonding". As Jack had said this, she could have sworn she had heard someone giggle in the background.
She stood back from the window and smiled at the thought that Jack and Ianto were probably playing one of their "games". Assuming this is true and she phoned the Hub, one of them would answer in an embarrassed tone, even though nobody else could see what they were up to, and tell her to find something else to do instead of waiting for something ridiculous to happen. But that's what she wanted right now, SOMETHING to happen because Rhys has been out all night with Daf and Banana Boat and had only just got back in, so he wasn't going to be much fun to be around for another couple of hours.
Gwen turned around to look at her newly-wed. He was lying on his front, one arm across the bed and the other dangling off of the side. She smiled again and decided she might as well go and do some cleaning as the flat hasn't been cleaned for a while and it was starting to smell a bit weird here and there. Please, God, make something happen! Gwen thought this with as much hope as she could muster as she picked up the toilet brush and looked sheepishly at the dirt covered toilet which sat in front of her.
Run, just keep running. Don't turn around, just RUN!
Matthew had been running for at least twenty minutes now and his legs were burning up so badly that he just wanted to collapse on the floor and lay there for a day or so. He looked across to the person who was running alongside him. It was his friend, Will. He was the one who kept shouting out things like "run" and "don't look back" every few seconds. They didn't particularly like each other but they were in this together and if they wanted to survive, then they would have bear each other for a little bit longer. Will started slowing down, finding it hard to breathe. He tried to signal to Matthew that he couldn't go on and that he should just leave him. Matthew stopped and saw Will fighting for breath. He glanced in the direction he was running in and then went back for Will.
"Go! Matthew, just GO! I can hold them up for a second while you get away!"
"Exactly, a second! Where's that going to get me? We can get away from this if we stick together!" "NO!"
Matthew bit his lip and looked up seeing if anyone was there. He deliberated with himself before he came to the conclusion that "I'll carry you". Will looked up from his crouched position and gave Matthew a hard stare before shaking his head. "No, Matthew. If you stay here then there will be two dead people and-", Will held his hand up to stop Matthew from speaking, "-before you say anything else, I'm not going with you. We need someone alive and we both know it won't be me. That's why I'm staying, Matthew. Go and tell people what happened. Tell them to stay away from here" Something was approaching were the two teenagers were talking and it made the mistake of kicking an over-turned barrel. Matthew jumped and stared in the direction he had heard the sound. "I'll always remember you, Will, be brave and hit them with whatever you can. I'm so sorry" A tear started welling in his eye as he said his farewell. Will gave him a smile that was supposed to comfort him, but it just put him even more on edge. "I knew I should have had that chippy". They both gave a nervous laugh at this before Matthew took a deep breath and ran as fast as he could in the direction they were originally running. Tears were streaming down his face and dripping on to the tarmac he was running on.
Will stood up slowly, took a deep breath and turned around to face his tormentors. Only, he saw nothing. Even though it was ten o'clock at night, there was still enough light to tell if anyone was there. But nobody was there. He looked around, searching for something that would give them away. He took another breath and started shouting. "Come on then! Stop hiding and face me! I want to see you! Or are you just a bunch of cowards?!" He saw something move to his right and turned to face whatever it was. He smiled and said "Finally decided to face me? Well, bring it on then!"
Matthew was still running, nearly back in town, when he heard it. He heard the scream of terror coming from his friend whom he had just left behind to die. He stopped outside a house before breaking down into tears on the floor, questioning himself about what had just happened and the choice he had just made.