"Oh..." Ianto looked up at the houses, immediately charmed by their old world grace. Victorian by the look of them, and beautiful. All of Flyside was like something out of a steampunk film, but what little he'd seen of it so far was bustling and commercial. He'd somehow missed the quiet, residential back streets.

"Here? What's here?" He looked at Jack, barely daring to hope this had anything to do with their house hunting.