My brother said it was a good idea but I had my doubts yet could I be picky? I was an underage pregnant teen with an alien inside of her, there wasn't a lot of options for me. So that was why, the next day I found myself in Cardiff Square looking for someplace called Torchwood. I'd never really been out of London before but I suppose Cardiff isn't much different. I looked around me and saw people and buildings; yes, not much different.
I managed to get to the Tourist Booth without much trouble but when I got there I practically froze.
There was a man at the desk, he wore a black suit with a bright pink tie. His black hair was quaffed and pushed aside. I stared at him as he pushed aside a cup of tea and moved his eye brow up in enquiry.
"Can I help you?" he asked.
I stuttered, "Ask for Jack."
The man's eyes lit up with recognition but he replied, "Who exactly are you looking for?"
I pulled out the business card that the man had given me and showed it to him. He looked it over with a curious eyes.
"He said to ask for Jack for help with my problem." I pointed down to my enlarged stomach.
Oh no! Don't tell me Jack's done this, Thought Ianto.
I looked around and whispered, "It's an alien."
Oh thank god! Thought Ianto.
The man nodded slowly as his hand disappeared underneath the desk, suddenly the wall behind him began to slide away.
"In there." He said.
I looked to my sides then walked forwards through the secret sliding door. Inside it was huge, like the basement of a sci-fi movie. At desks were people, an Asian women, a guy in a lab coat and a woman with black hair. I looked around and wondered who was Jack.
"Jack?" I ventured. A man jumped down from the stairs leading up to an office. He wore a blue shirt, it was tucked into his pants which were attached to suspenders.
He smiled and asked, "Who is this then?"
"Are you Jack?" I asked.
"Yes, and you are?"
"Dolly Anderson." I looked around and then whispered, "I'm pregnant."
"I can see that!" he said jollily.
"It's an alien."
Jack's expression changed, "Let me see that card." I handed the card to him and he turned it over; how he knew I had it I don't know, maybe the man with the pink tie had told him.
"The most curious thing is, we don't give out business cards." Jack mused; he began to pick at the corner of the card until a piece of film peeled off. I was amazed, because underneath the word 'Torchwood' was a picture of that blue phone booth I'd seen.
"Just as I thought. That darn guy." He mumbled to himself, "Anyway!" he smiled larger and turned to the man in the lab coat, "Owen, give Miss Anderson a check over. Apparently she's pregnant with an alien baby; and we all know how bad that can be." The women with the black hair screwed her face up.
Owen scanned my belly with some kind of ray gun and the Asian women, which I learnt was called "Toshiko", typed on a computer.
"Hmm, seems like its humanoid, defiantly alien though. I'm assuming oral transmission?" he asked me.
"What?" I asked stupidly.
Owen rolled his eyes and repeated, "Did he kiss you?" I nodded my head, a little bit embarrassed. These people were strange but at least they looked like they knew what they were doing.
