Tales from the Rift (RP for jen_anomaly)

Somehow, the Hub had become noisy.

It wasn't so much talking than the nature of the beast. Weevils wailing, the pterodactyl squawking, and the strange, backwards chatter that was induced by two voices that had been forever silenced.

Gwen was under the serious impression she was beginning to feel sorry for herself, so she decided to leave. A jog around the centre would clear her head, get her out of the Hub, and serve as the perfect excuse to avoid the awkward glances between Jack and Ianto over her head, the glances she was beginning to suspect might be her imagination.

That, and she needed a break from bloody paperwork.

So she enjoyed her jog in the cool Cardiff morning, watched people talking and laughing, reveled in the feel of the sun against her skin.

She was beginning to feel almost normal, she thought awkwardly, just as she noticed the familiar red shimmer begin to break through the bright air in front of the invisible lift.