"Morning, Ianto."

"Good morning, sir."

"Anything for me?"

"Nothing, sir. Looks like it's going to be quiet today."

-

"So much for a quiet day." Jack flopped back into his chair, studying the email printout Ianto had just given him.

"You're wanted as soon as possible."

"What for? A few people have tried to kill themselves, okay, that's sad and all, but this is a police matter!"

Ianto shifted uncomfortably. "There have been twelve attempted suicides in London over the past two days, sir. Most of which should have…worked." He pronounced the word as if it he were eating something that had gone bad. Seeing Jack shrug, he explained further. "The police feel that your…experience would be useful. All twelve attempts were made by the same person."

"What?"

"The woman in question is being held by the police for her own safety, sir. She refuses to let anyone near her, and she's asking for you."

A sudden feeling passed over Jack as he resumed reading the printout. It was hard to describe. The only word he could find for it was 'dark.' Not expecting to like the answer at all, and with a good idea of what the answer would be, he looked up and asked, "What's her name?"

Ianto looked at another piece of paper he had in his hand. "Rose Tyler, sir."