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some weapons from the armoury,’ he said stiffly.
    ‘Splendid.’ Agnes clapped her gloved hands together, and then spared Ianto a glance. ‘And have your catamite bring round the carriage.’
    ‘What?’ hissed Ianto to Jack.
    ‘Don’t look it up,’ pleaded Jack quietly.
    The thing that kept the invisible lift invisible was what Jack called a perception filter. It popped you up in the middle of Cardiff Bay and made people look the other way. Oddly enough, it didn’t extend to an immaculately dressed Victorian woman. Agnes strode through the crowds, nodding curt greetings to all.
    In the distance, the Torchwood SUV sat parked. Ianto was stood by an open door, sheltering under his Snoopy umbrella. Agnes paused at the door and waited for Gwen and Jack to catch up with her. ‘Harkness, you may drive,’ she commanded, and then settled into the back seat. She patted the seat beside her. ‘Join me, Mrs Cooper,’ she commanded.
    Ianto slipped into the front seat next to Jack and they drove off.
    Agnes smiled, ‘How thrilling the motor car is,’ she said. ‘Why, last time I remember being hurtled round Manchester at ungodly speeds in something called a Mini Cooper. Goodness, the 1970s were such fun. Pity about the dragons, but one can’t have everything, can one?’ She smiled at Gwen again. ‘Of course, that was last week. Hardly seems a moment and, goodness me, they have neatened things up!’ She wound down the window, sticking her head out like an excited dog. The rain belted into her face and poured down her ringlets, but she didn’t seem to care. ‘Last time I was here, the Docks were positively crammed with rough-hewn sailors, weren’t they, Harkness?’
    Jack ignored Agnes, driving carefully into town and steadily into the one-way system. Agnes looked around her with delight. ‘My word!’ she would occasionally gasp, darting Gwen a delighted grin that made her look ten years younger.
    They pulled up outside a shopping centre. From sheer force of habit, Jack strode on ahead heroically, only to find Agnes standing in front of the doors, waiting for him. He smiled awkwardly, and held them open for her. ‘Thank you, Captain,’ she said and stepped neatly through.
    Gwen, grinning broadly, ducked under his arm as well. Jack met her gaze and rolled his eyes.
    Ianto waved the Weevil tracker around the shopping centre. ‘They’re supposed to be here, you know,’ he sighed, shaking it until it bleeped reproachfully.
    ‘Oh, there’s no hurry, no hurry at all,’ said Agnes’s voice, faintly. She was standing outside a clothes shop, peering in through the window. ‘So exciting,’ she whispered. ‘So revealing. Quite shocking!’
    Gwen stood next to her, watching with quiet amusement as she gawped at the shoppers inside. Agnes turned to her. ‘Are these clothes really being worn by those strange children?’ she asked.
    ‘Uh-huh,’ replied Gwen, watching as a tight fluorescent T-shirt was pulled over a teenager’s chest, exposing a tattooed and pierced muffin-top.
    ‘Are they some form of slave race?’ asked Agnes. ‘It just seems so. . .’
    ‘What? Emo kids?’ Gwen shook her head, smiling broadly. ‘Nope, it’s just the fashion. Honestly. Don’t worry – in a couple of years’ time they’ll be dressing better, leading normal lives and working for the gas board.’ God knows, she thought, some of the things I wore when I was that age. I wonder if some of them still fit?
    ‘I see,’ said Agnes. ‘Clearly you must find me very out of step. And what must they think of what I’m wearing?’ She giggled, briefly, before picking up her crinolines and striding forward, suddenly businesslike. ‘Harkness!’ she barked. ‘Tell your protégé to put his little instrument away. I have scented our quarry.’
    With that, she stepped quickly towards a door marked Car Park .
    Agnes made her way swiftly and stealthily through the car park, heading across oily ramps down to the lower level. Pausing to