Picture yourself on a boat on the Taff, with tangerine trees and marmalade rain clouds

[hope]

Suddenly, a house reared up in front of the headlights, and Jack hit the breaks. The SUV occupants were thrown forward; Owen swore loudly, and the horse remained thankfully uninjured.

ETA:

“What hurts?” Owen asked bluntly, making Ianto suspect psychic abilities.

“Few things. Head mostly, but my chest hurts like fuck,” he thought he said. Owen nodded, and prepared some painkillers which he put straight into the SUV.