Jack ran through the cog wheel door, his coat flying behind him as he sprinted across the main Hub. "Ianto!"
"Oh, hello Jack." Ianto nonchalantly sipped his coffee.
"Where is it?" Jack looked around frantically.
"Oh, that?"
"Obviously!"
"It's just through here." Ianto led the way into the archives, stopping in front of a large black and white structure.
"That." Jack deadpanned, "Is what you called me out of a weevil hunt for?"
"Well, look at it!" Ianto paced around the twenty-foot-high panel. "What do you think it is?"
"I don't know. To me, it just looks like black and white blocks stacked together."
"Could it be dangerous?"
"I don't know. We should get away from it."
The two men backed away from the block structure, guns raised.
"Wait, hold on…" Ianto tilted his head to the side, "When you look at it from this distance, it kind of looks like a…"
"Troll face?" Jack suggested.
"Yeah…" Ianto sighed. "Wow. Is this what we're reduced to, aiming guns at a troll face?"
Jack laughed half-heartedly as he approached the structure. He reached out a hand and lay it on a black block, then jumped in surprise as the colors began to change, causing the animated troll face to sing.
"This is your birthday song! It isn't very long…"
The cheery tune cut off abruptly. "It isn't my birthday…" Ianto muttered.
"Oh no." Jack stared at the face in shock.
"What is it?"
"That's it, I'm calling the Doctor. There's nothing I can do about this."
"What is it Jack?"
"It's… Nomad's birthday."
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