‘I think there was a storm over Cardiff, but I think the electrical part of it came in from the Rift, and the two mixed as they met. Maybe that storm was also the arrival of something alien.’

Jack frowned over at Gwen. 'Didn’t we check the storm’s readings at the time?’

'Don’t look at me.’ Gwen shook her dark hair. 'I was at home tucked up in bed with Rhys and we were whipping up our own electrical storm, thank you.’

Jack turned his attention to him, and Ianto felt his face burn as he stumbled over his words. 'We were here, but we were… busy.’

Jack suddenly grinned. 'Oh yeah, so we were.’

From the corner of his eye, Ianto could see Gwen looking from one man to the other, and he concentrated on sipping his coffee. It wasn’t as if she didn’t know about him and Jack, but it still felt strange whenever there was any open reference to it.

Gwen giggled, breaking the awkward moment. 'It seems like we all had our eyes off the ball, then.’

Jack flashed his best boyish smile. 'Or on it, depending on your perspective.’

The fire door opened and the constable who had been keeping an eye on the journalists at the main entrance to the station peered round the door.

‘Sorry to disturb you, sir.’ He looked warily over at Gwen before continuing. 'There’s a bloke at the front desk. Says he wants to see you.’

Cutler snorted. 'Tell him to join the queue.’

'I did tell him you were in a meeting, but he’s refusing to leave. I think he’s a bit hysterical. Says he’s that poof’s boyfriend. Says you spoke to him this morning.’

'That poof’s name was Ben Pritchard,’ Cutler growled, making the young constable visibly flinch and pull back slightly behind the safety of the heavy door. 'And as we’re as yet unable to tell his boyfriend who was responsible for ripping his loved one apart in a park, I suggest you start showing a little more respect.’

The constable’s face was beetroot. 'Sorry, sir. Didn’t mean anything by it.’

'And that,’ Cutler dropped the half-smoked cigarette and left it to die on the damp ground before letting his eyes slash through the man as they passed him, 'makes it worse.’