I'm wishing I hadn't mentioned that movie reference now. I should have taken in mind that my range of movies is actually quite limited, and mainly consists of what my little sister watches. The film in question is a fantasy one called 'Stardust', which has a scene where a woman tells the guy she fancies (who is in the form of a dormouse at the time) that she loves him. This will probably make more sense if you watch it, but hopefully you get the idea.

Thanks to my reviewers for the other comments they made, which were a little more interesting and less repetitive (as compared to 'I don't know what you're on about'). So that's: Marian Locksley, thedeejay, NikkieSheepie, L.A.H.H., chironsgirl, gernumblies, Quiet Time, milady dragon and brionyjae. I will reward you for your loyalty with… another chapter. Not nearly enough, but it'll have to do.

The Morning After

Tosh entered the Hub quietly. It was early in the morning, and she had some idea of replacing Owen and maybe pretending that he'd been there all night. She could try. Jack probably had it all worked out already, now she thought about it. But they hadn't really done anything. Not really. Just fallen asleep on the settee.

She couldn't see the others anywhere, but when she listened she could hear a quiet background squeaking… Rat snores?

She found Gwen curled up on the floor, in the middle of a nest she had made of… Yes, it was Jack's shirt.

Ianto entered, looking slightly bleary. Tosh beckoned him over. "Look at this."

"Cute." Said Jack, appearing behind Ianto's shoulder.

"Yes, I like the way she's stylised it with teethmarks…"

"What!" Jack scooped up his shirt, nearly letting Gwen tumble to the floor.

"Must have been her horror at what was happening." Tosh suggested slyly.

"Yeah, and what were you up to then? Sneaking off home with Owen…"

"He's a rat!" Tosh protested, knowing that in Jack's eyes this would not dispel his suspicions one bit.

"Yeah, you keep reminding us." Jack frowned down at her. "We need to turn them back at some point, you know that."

Tosh nodded. "Actually, I think I've come up with an idea about that. I just need to test a few things, but I think I can get them back by tonight."

"Before they eat any more of my shirts." Said Jack mournfully.

"You can hardly complain, sir, when most of them are getting ripped apart by weevils. At least Gwen waited until you weren't wearing it."

"And you can't exactly tell her off." Tosh pointed out. "It would be like shaking your finger at a two year old."

Jack gave it a good attempt. "Naughty Gwen. Don't eat Jack's shirts. " He gave the rat in his hands a little shake. It looked up at him mournfully with eyes that begged for forgiveness.

Jack gave in.

"You always do that with her." Ianto remarked, as Gwen curled up happily on Jack's shoulder. "One little look and she can get away with anything."

Gwen twitched her whiskers, looking as angelic as a rat can.

"Oh, I don't know, Ianto, I think I let you get away with quite a lot. And even Gwen can't beat a bit of Harkness charm." He gave them one of his trademark grins.

Tosh had wandered off at some point in this conversation, apparently not finding Jack's account of his so-called 'charm' quite as enthralling as he did. "I think I've got it!" She called excitedly from her computer. "It was simple! All I needed to do was reverse the process by…"

She went into some explanation about waves and particles which Jack joined in whole-heartedly. Ianto just blanked. Jack patted him on the arm kindly. "What Tosh is saying is that we basically just press the metaphorical 'reverse' button."

"Oh. Right."

"If we try it now I think it should work." Tosh said excitedly.

"Annnd what if it doesn't?" Ianto asked, feeling it was somehow his duty to bring up these small but vital points.

"They'll end up as jellyfish or something?" Jack shrugged. "Who knows?"

"Would you like me to get a tank ready? A birdcage, perhaps?"

"No, Ianto, I think we'll be fine. Now, Tosh, how are we doing this?"

"I think we just put them on the table next to their bodies with the device again. I think I can manipulate it from here, without touching it."

"Otherwise we get you as a rat and one of them as you." Ianto murmured.

"Hey, can you imagine Owen in Tosh's body?"

They both looked at Jack in disgust. He shrugged. "Well, I'd find it interesting."

"I wouldn't." Tosh informed him firmly, trying not to imagine... No. "Where's Gwen?"

Jack fished her out from somewhere in the depths of his coat and winked at Ianto. Ianto ignored him and headed over towards the table where he presumed Tosh had left Owen. "Tosh? Where did you leave him?"

"Inside my handbag." Tosh replied, busy typing something.

Ianto peered inside it curiously. It contained a phone, a pen, lipstick, an alien scanner – all the stuff you'd expect Tosh to carry around. But definitely no rat. "No, he isn't." He looked round. "And he's not anywhere else either. Again."

Tosh looked up. "Are you sure?"

"Certain."

There was a pause as various images of what could happen to a small rodent loose in the Hub flashed through their minds. To Jack it felt like some weird kind of playback from the evening before – did Owen enjoy frightening them like this?

"Shall we start frantically searching now?" Ianto asked.