Riing ring… riing ring… riing ring…
Thump. Gwen looked at the clock on her bedside table, then at her mobile on the floor. Black letters lit up the screen. Torchwood.
"Oh fuck." She scrabbled out of bed and started pulling clothes on. Rhys sat up and watched her.
"You don't have to go Gwen- and you know what I said about keeping that mobile on for him overnight." Gwen looked at him pointedly.
"You said he said that the night shift can cope with any problems. And anyway, that's the third night in a row that my sleep has been interrupted. Doesn't your Captain understand the concept of the weekend being a time of rest?"
Gwen smiled and perched next to him.
"Living as long as he has? I wouldn't be surprised" she pecked him on the head, before turning and speeding out the door with a brief wave "Bye" the mobile went off again. "Yeah, yeah I'm on my way"
Rhys watched the woman he loved head out the door. His wife. He was happy, apart from that one constant problem- her job. Torchwood. Chasing dangerous aliens through the streets of Cardiff to protect its' inhabitants. A high risk job, and though Rhys didn't admit it, he barely slept when she was out on the job, fearful of what might happen to her…
The other problem was her boss, that Captain Jack. Rhys suspected that Jack had a small thing for his wife, and the fact that Jack was certainly the better looking out of the two of them unnerved him.
He rolled over, checking the clock. 3:05! Jack should know better than to call at this time in the morning. If it happened once more he would take that phone and shove it right up Jack's…
Alarms sounded as the cog wheel that served as Torchwoods front door ground back, and Gwen jumped up the stairs into the Hub
"Hello?"
Only echo's replied, no one popping their head up to acknowledge her presence. She sighed and went back towards the entrance, to head to the SUV.
Actually…
She paused and turned around, heading over to her desk- she could just check the CTV to see if they had already left. Although it would be odd if they had, as they would normally tell her where they were going. Ah well.
She sat down and looked at her computer.
Hang on. That shouldn't be doing that. What idiot had turned the thing on? She sighed and looked at the back, seeing the new cable running from it. Upgrades. Well they could have least given her some warning. She logged in, fingers speeding across the keyboard. She waited for it to load up, then a pop up appeared. She closed it. It didn't and she tried again. It still wouldn't close. She had a closer look at it. It said in gold/ bronze letters Greenland Wind RPG. She shrugged and tried to close it again, before realising what the problem was.
She couldn't move.
Glancing down at the mouse she noted that it was covered in pale silvery white strands that had nearly completely covered her. She tried to call out, but couldn't. She couldn't do anything but watch as the game loaded up. As the menu flashed up she could only watch as the mouse scrolled with it's own mind to New Game.
There was a click, and everything went black