Word Count: ~1800
Spoilers: Exit Wounds.
Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood. I do not make money off of Torchwood. In fact, it seems as though Torchwood owns and makes money off of ME. This is for entertainment purposes only.
Beta: analineblue , who remembers what my stories are about when even I forget.
Summary: Even in the darkest hour, there is always something the celebrate.
Author’s Note: Written for the redisourcolor challenge #19. The theme is "Celebration" and the words are "portmanteau," "dense," and "ravel." The phrase is " "I'm so hungry I could eat an elephant!""
Cross posted. Apologies to those getting this more than once.
It had rained earlier in the evening, a sudden downpour that had dissipated as quickly as it had arrived.