Shifting his position, Jack crossed his arms over his chest. Defiant, with a half scowl on his face.
"Fine," he said, "I'll bite. So If you're the TARDIS--"
He started to talk. To as a question. But he was distracted by a strange heat from within his trouser pocket. Pushing his hand in he fished out his set of keys. Far too many keys. Keys for everything. For the SUV, for the tourist office, for the garage, for his draw, for Ianto's flat, for doors in the Hub he kept private. And amongst them all, an unassuming little yale key. And right now, this little yale key was red hot. Red hot and almost glowing with it.
He touched his finger to the metal and frowned. It couldn't, he thought. Could it?
Swiftly, he looked back up to the speaker, more urgent now.
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Shifting his position, Jack crossed his arms over his chest. Defiant, with a half scowl on his face.
"Fine," he said, "I'll bite. So If you're the TARDIS--"
He started to talk. To as a question. But he was distracted by a strange heat from within his trouser pocket. Pushing his hand in he fished out his set of keys. Far too many keys. Keys for everything. For the SUV, for the tourist office, for the garage, for his draw, for Ianto's flat, for doors in the Hub he kept private. And amongst them all, an unassuming little yale key. And right now, this little yale key was red hot. Red hot and almost glowing with it.
He touched his finger to the metal and frowned. It couldn't, he thought. Could it?
Swiftly, he looked back up to the speaker, more urgent now.
"What's going on here?"