Gwen
"Gwen," Ianto's voice came from the door, "We're back!"
I jogged over to Ianto and hugged him, "Hi! How was it?"
"Well," He was walking towards the exit to unpack the Torchwood stuff from the SUV, I presumed. I followed as I listened, "First we went to see James Matthews and he wasn't much help. Just kept telling us stuff we already knew from the documents," Ianto frowned.
I stopped and gasped in shock at the strange statue fixed to the roof of the car, "What the hell is that when it's at home?!"
"God knows," Ianto started to unfasten the straps attaching it to the SUV, "Seen Jack yet?"
"No, why?" I ran to the other side to help.
"Just wondering. He's probably in his office unpacking and breaking in yet another pair of new shoes."
"He bought shoes when you were in London?" I laughed.
From across the car I had a good look at Ianto's expression. As he told me where they had been around London, his face lit up. The trip had been good for Ianto; I just hoped the same could be said for Jack when he got back from wherever he was hiding.
"That's...really...heavy!" I panted under the weight of the stone angel as we carried it into the Hub. I sighed in relief after letting the statue down on the lift, "So where are we putting this?"
"The cells," Ianto said, then seeing the look on my face and added, "Jack's orders. Just in case."
"If you say so," I braced myself and hauled the stone thing into the cells.