29th October

Cardiff

Two days until Halloween, things were sure to be weird. And it was the first day of a full moon. The Hub was quickly filling up its cells, there'd probably be no room on the 31st.

Jack was buzzing with excitement for Halloween, whereas Owen was looking less than happy.

"Why are so miserable?" Gwen asked.

"I'm dead. I think I have a right to be miserable," Owen replied.

Gwen sighed and left Owen to be miserable. She wondered where Tosh was and went off in search of her friend.

Tosh was neutral to Halloween, it was just like any other holiday: she didn't have time to celebrate it. She knew Jack was excited so made an effort but mostly she continued to work. She was thinking about what Gwen did at Halloween, it was her second one with Torchwood, but last year Jack gave her a holiday. Her thoughts were interrupted by Gwen complaining that Owen was being a twat.

"I mean, I know he's dead and everything, but still!" She was very exasperated.

"Mm..." Tosh murmured.

"Sorry, I'm disturbing you."

"No...no. I'm...I'm..er..."

Gwen nodded and walked off. Tosh wondered where about Jack was. She thought Ianto said something about ASDA?

Ianto was busy securing some empty cells. He was concerned about the amount of aliens coming into the Torchwood Hub. He didn't want to make the mistake that he'd made a few years back: he'd mistaken a kid in a costume for a weevil... let's just say he didn't appreciate that memory.

A quick thought of Jack's whereabouts passed over him, but he didn't ponder for long as a irritated weevil flung itself at the glass. Ianto jumped and narrowly missed hittting his hand with the electric drill.

"Oh piss i ffwrdd," he cursed in Welsh.

The irritated weevil punched the glass.

"Bloody weevils."

The weevil sat down and looked to be sulking, like a small child.

Just as Ianto started to continue working on the cell, Gwen entered the room.

"Gwen? Wyt ti'n iawn?" Ianto asked if Gwen was alright.

"Ydw. Na... Owen yn bod yn prat," which translated to 'yeah. No... Owen's being a prat.'

Ianto laughed, "'cause he's dead? Or undead?"

"Yep."