Jack's phone rang early.
'Ianto! To what do I owe the pleasure at this fine hour? I missed you last night.'
'I'm not coming into work today.'
'Why's that?'
'I'm too sick to get out of bed.'
'I'm sending Owen straight over to check you and run some tests. It could be that plant thing he was messing with yesterday. Or perhaps it was something from the restricted archives? I've told you before you spend too much time down there.'
'Jack, relax. I've got the flu.'
'Oh, well, that's okay then. Can I bring you some chicken soup?'
'Yes, please.'
