The Weevil yelps again, moaning in submission, too stunned to fight back. Jack quickly snaps restraints around its wrists. "All right, let's get you back to your buddies," he says to the Weevils.

The couple are still watching, but by now the man recognizes Jack from local rumors. "Must be Torchwood," he mutters to his girlfriend. Neither of them know what Torchwood does, but they have a reputation for doing weird things in Cardiff, even though no one's supposed to know about them.