"A girl fell off her swing and ran away crying," Owen said, pulling his jacket tighter around him and squinting into the early morning light. "Ianto was right. This required our immediate assistance."

Gwen shot him a disapproving look. "Someone got out of the wrong side of bed."

Rolling his eyes, Owen stifled a yawn. "Speak for yourself, love. Some of us haven't been to bed yet. Remember what it's like to go out and have fun, or has it been too long since you and Rhys have?"

Gwen scowled at him and Owen grinned back. If he had to be here and be miserable, the rest of them could suffer too.

"After the first girl ran off, the remaining twenty-six children on the playground suddenly started crying and ran away," Ianto supplied, glancing at his clipboard. "And Toshiko's computer noticed an irregularity in electromagnetic fields, most pronounced in this area."

"So I got dragged out here before seven on a Saturday morning to poke around a playground and take readings? God, I love this job."

"Good to hear," Jack said, with the type of smile that could only be Jack Bloody Harkness at an hour that God clearly forgot. Or should never have made in the first place.