Ianto opened his eyes. His location was a complete mystery to him. His whole body felt tired and sore. The last thing he remembered was falling asleep that night in his apartment but his location now was a white room. He was lying down on something It was hard, cold and his shirt was missing. Everything was fuzzy. He couldn't make out where he was or what was happening. All he knew was that he couldn't move his body.

His eyes trailed down his body and he noticed creamy Leather straps with buckles strapped to his wrists held him to two rails attached to the bed he lay on. His torso and ankles too. He struggled against them but it was no use. He felt to weak to move.

A door creaked open and soon a man moved towards him. He was dressed in white scrubs and a long white coat. He walked to the end of the bed and pulled a clip board from the end of the bed Ianto lay on. Ianto tried to talk but no words would form in his throat.

The man looked up at him and smiled. "Hello Ianto Jones. I'm Doctor Michel Davis. I'm going to take good care of you."

Ianto opened his mouth and tried once more to speak. "Where…am I?"

"You're going to be alright. I'm going to take you to your room."

"J..Jack…"

"Shhhh. You should rest." The doctor walked up to the top of the bed and wheeled Ianto from the small room he was in.

Ianto looked around. He was being led down a long corridor. The walls were all white and doors lined the walls. The wheels on his bed squeaked.

"Where am I?" Ianto tried once more. "Why am I…"

"You're safe Ianto. Don't be frightened."

"Where…"

"Shh."

Ianto felt too tired to fight. He had no idea where he was or what was happening but all he really wanted to do was sleep. He closed his eyes.

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A noise forced Ianto's eyes open. He was being wheeled into another room. It looked like a science lab. He felt like he had been asleep for hours. Whatever drug had been in him was wearing off and he felt more aware.

"Where am I?" Ianto asked.

"You're about to meet a very talented doctor." Doctor Davis answered.

"Where's Jack?" Ianto looked to the side and saw a skinny man in a white coat.

"Hello Mr. Jones. How are you feeling?"

"I'd be feeling a lot better if someone answered my damn questions!" Ianto sighed heavily.

"You'll feel better soon." He picked up a syringe from the table beside him and tapped it a bit.

"No! Don't please!" Ianto wriggled in his restraints but there was no use. "Don't drug me please!"

"Shh, it will all be alright."

"Please! I'll be quite, just don't please!"

The doctor ran his fingers through Ianto's brown hair. "It won't hurt."

"I don't want to be drugged, just let me feel normal for a little while."

He sighed. "Alright." He put the needle down. "I'm Doctor Henderson."

"Doctor…Where am I?"

"You're at The H.A."

"What is that?"

"The Henderson Asylum."

"The Mental Institution?"

"Precisely."