Excerpts from Journal of Ianto Jones.

First Entry:

I don't know why I feel compelled to write this down. I don't mean actually writing, that was obvious. When Gwen joined Torchwood Jack tried to dose her with Retcon part of the reason she was able to continue pursuing Jack and Torchwood was her resistance to it. That resistance was fueled by a simple written note.

So writing this all down on an actual piece of paper in a cheap notebook wasn't a difficult or mystifying choice. Keeping this at all was, is, I still think it may be the worst idea I've ever had.

I'm a loner, I like my privacy and my quiet but I'm truly alone now. The difference between self-imposed isolation and preferred isolation is immeasurable. So maybe this will serve as a partner of sorts, a place to speak and clear my mind or whatever it is I need.

Second Entry:

I think I broke Jack.

I should attempt to explain, that's the point of this after all. Where to start?

I've stared at that sentence for over a half an hour now. I'm exhausted I'm going to sleep then I'll try again. Jack, I love you, and I'm sorry for everything. I never thought I could hurt you so badly but I think…I hope this was the better choice. Earth still needs her Captain.

Third Entry:

I drove Jack away to save him. He will hate me for it I think, at least a little. We will never have a happy ending. No one in Torchwood does. I'm following the pull. When I left Wales I didn't know or care where I was going now I have an idea of it.

Rex Matheson might help me. If he doesn't I'll try anyway. My free will, I feel like it's eroding, like every day this pressure, this presence swallows more of it. That can't be true though, not completely. If I am one of these broad souled people then I will need to make a decision and that decision -

Following Entries Damaged, Undergoing Repair: ETA 4 Hrs

She lowered her tablet and sighed then looked up at her audience.

"Rex –"

"Alfred ditched Batman Cooper, that's a big damn problem." Rex growled.

"Rex, he was coming to see you."

"He never got here."

"Where is he?" Gwen demanded.

"We don't know. My people found this in a burned out hotel. They were trying to rendezvous with him."

She glared at him, hating him for handling things in his usual hamfisted accusatory way but accepted what he said.

"We have to find him."

"Tell me what happened between him and world war two."

"Ask Jack."

"I tried, you think I wanted to pull you away from your family and waste time like this? Tell me Gwen."

She closed her eyes.

"Jack is off the grid." She sighed and leaned back. "He left shortly after Ianto did."

"You couldn't let me know?"

"Why would we? There's a new Torchwood now. You don't need us."

Rex didn't reply to that and Gwen thought for a moment he looked offended.

"Why?"

She considered how to reply.

"Ianto left."

"And?"

"And what Rex?" She snarled.

"There's more to it, you can't tell –"

She glared. He scowled. She bit her lip and wished Jack were there, would speak for himself. She ached for his presence, his scent, his ruthless determination. She had seen him hesitate to face the 456 then do so with devastating dedication, watched him falter during the Miracle then rally and risk everything to end it. Why couldn't he gather himself now?

"What are you doing to find Ianto?"