As Jack had suspected, Ianto had practically had a stroke when he'd come home to a giant hole in the wall, plaster and blood everywhere and the good leather furniture set ruined.
Thelma had been out, just to see if maybe Jack was napping or something. So, there was a knock at the door. That might be assumed to be a prank, what with no one visible out there.
"Well, sort of," Jack said as he picked the clear gist of that up. Actually since he'd started focusing on his long buried psychic training, he'd found it easier and easier to pick up on Thelma and he smiled towards what seemed like thin air.
"Haven't seen you about in a while. How are you doing?"
"Partially?" Jack said a bit ruefully. "Didn't know those situations came in 'partial'. Come on in if you wish," he offered, stepping back from the door.
"Now we just have to deal with two hundred fallen angels unleashed upon the earth, because some doctor didn't do what we wanted," Thelma said with a sigh.
"I'm sorry, did you say 200 fallen angels?" Jack asked and he was sort of wondering if perhaps his ability to read her wasn't as keen as he thought it was.
"MmmHmm," Jack said, leaning back against the wall and crossing his arms over his chest. "And how would you stop them, if you were to try ... hypothetically?"
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