Trouble Near Cardiff: A Torchwood Choose Your Own Adventure Book 2
The beginning is here.
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The pressure on your body becomes more and more worrying. One arm seems to be twisted under your body and you are really becoming uncomfortable.
“Owen?” you call, unable to prevent a note of fear from entering your voice. Field work is okay, but you really prefer coordinating from back at the Hub. Or from the SUV.
“Tosh, hang on!” You hear more sliding and falling noises and muffled cursing. You can’t help but smile a little at that. It’s entirely inappropriate at this moment, but you feel a blush on your cheeks and a distinct warmth at the thought of Owen coming to your rescue. Your heart turns over and you feel a little hope.
If you succumb to the urge to indulge in a flashback, turn to page 4.
If you resolutely prefer to deal with the unpleasant present, turn to page 37.
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The pressure on your body becomes more and more worrying. One arm seems to be twisted under your body and you are really becoming uncomfortable.
“Owen?” you call, unable to prevent a note of fear from entering your voice. Field work is okay, but you really prefer coordinating from back at the Hub. Or from the SUV.
“Tosh, hang on!” You hear more sliding and falling noises and muffled cursing. You can’t help but smile a little at that. It’s entirely inappropriate at this moment, but you feel a blush on your cheeks and a distinct warmth at the thought of Owen coming to your rescue. Your heart turns over and you feel a little hope.
If you succumb to the urge to indulge in a flashback, turn to page 4.
If you resolutely prefer to deal with the unpleasant present, turn to page 37.