Oh, I'm so sorry for the long wait! I put it off for a few days, and then I found myself unable to do anything at all. On a lighter note, I finally got a new flash drive! My other one had broken, and I entered into a mad dash to get all my files onto the desktop before they were kaput. So now, my sis's laptop is not required for me to write! Yay! And as an apology for being late, I give you two chapters. Unfortunately, both, I predict, will be rather short. And I won't get my illustrations up any time soon. The only reason I got both up so fast is because I had all day to work on them. Now that my fall break is over, I have no more time. Oh well. Enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or its characters.

Task 3) Avoid Owen. For God's sake and at all costs, AVOID OWEN!

"Hello Owen," Ianto said as calmly as he could. Owen was glaring at him. Why? It was just a drink!

"Why'd he get the special one?" Owen asked harshly, obviously not hearing Jack's shout. "It's not fair. That thing looked delicious! Couldn't you have made more?"

"Er, no?" Ianto stepped back a millimeter.

"What? Are you trying to earn some special favors with the boss? Well?!"

"I uh… I gotta… go… that way…" Ianto pointed with both hands to his left.

"Oh no you don't," Owen growled.

Ianto thought quickly. "Oh my God!" he gasped, pointing to an area behind Owen's head. He must've been very convincing, because the doctor turned to look. When he looked back in front of him, Ianto was gone. In his place was a round metal tray that he'd left to clatter to the floor.

From behind his hiding place, Ianto let out a breath. He really didn't like Owen. Glancing around, he saw Suzie and Toshiko watching Owen in mild amusement.

"Now what do I do?" Ianto muttered to himself. Was he supposed to avoid Owen the whole day?

Why had Owen gotten so mad in the first place? It was just a damn cup of coffee! He was seriously overreacting. Right? Right. And still, Ianto ran like a frightened, albeit very clever, child meaning to stash himself away. Come to think of it, during his brilliantly planned escape, he'd not paid attention to where he'd actually run to.

Well, Ianto. That can be solved rather simply, he thought. LOOK.

And look he did.

"Oh, you can't be serious," he muttered ironically, staring upwards. The oh-so-convenient hiding spot the Welshman chose was, in fact, right next to the almost invisible ladder that led up to Myfanwy's cave. "This is like some poorly written novel."

He sighed resignedly, wrapping one hand around the ladder rung.

Task Three: Successful enough. Task Four: Investigate Myfanwy's disappearing fecal matter.

Okay, so number one of two is done. Even I didn't expect it to be that short… Short and sweet? No. Just short. Could you review anyways? Pretty please?