The first sensation Toshiko Sato was aware of was floating. It was like being in a warm bath but not. She couldn't feel anything and she wasn't entirely sure what was happening but she felt peaceful. Then, suddenly, the sensation changed. It was almost like that feeling you got before you fell asleep, like you were falling away from yourself. The feeling when she jolted awake was similar too, like she was trying stop herself from falling.

Something was very, very wrong.

She tried to sit up but she couldn't. She tried to open her eyes but there was only darkness.

"Tosh?"

"Ianto?" Again, she tried to move, roll or turn but she couldn't. She tried to raise her hands up to her eyes to see why she couldn't see and that was when she realised she couldn't feel her body at all. Panic started to set in. "Ianto?! I… I… I can't… I can't move!"

"Tosh, it's okay."

She tried to kick and flail her legs but felt nothing.

"Oh God, Ianto… I can't see… I can't see! I… I can't move! OH MY GOD!" She started to scream.

"Tosh! Tosh, calm down! You're fine!"

"OH MY GOD! I CAN'T SEE! I CAN'T MOVE!" she screamed over and over again. She started to sob and couldn't even feel the tears running down her face.

"TOSHIKO!" Ianto barked. "You're going to be okay!"

OKAY?! HOW IS THIS OKAY!? she wanted to scream but she kept crying. She couldn't think of anything worse! She was trapped - a prisoner in her own body. She sobbed and sobbed. She didn't want to stop. She couldn't even feel the wailing in her throat. The satisfying hoarseness that came from a good solid cry wasn't even hers.

It took a little while but eventually she calmed down. She needed to find out what had happened. How did she end up like this? Some accident? Something Torchwood? In a broken voice, she asked, "What… happened… how…?"

"What's the last thing you remember?" he asked.

She reached back into her memory past the floating feeling. It was hard, like she was trying to remember a dream she'd forgotten. She remembered looking into something glass. "I was tinkering with some piece of tech."

"What was the last case we worked?"

"Jonah Bevin," she said, sadly.

"What was the piece of tech you were working on? What did it do?"

"It was a neural scanner," she replied. "I was trying to figure out how to work the readout, scanning myself with it over and over again."

"You're right, Tosh. It was a neural scanner. It was used for memory and personality imprinting," Ianto said, slowly.

"What? How do you know that?"

"Because right now… you're the imprint we uploaded into the mainframe."

"WHAT?"

"Tosh, calm down. I want you to concentrate for me, okay? I need you to think about the CCTV system, about what you used to do to access the security cameras inside the Hub."

It was absurd. It was insane. It was so ridiculous. This must be some mad sort of joke. Surely this was all a dream and she'd wake up momentarily from this horrible nightmare.

"Tosh… please…"

Reluctantly, she obeyed. She thought about what she would do to access the CCTV system and magically, light flooded her. A thousand images bombarded her of every single corner of the Hub. She could see the empty staterooms. She could see every corner of the archives. She could see each entrance and exit. She could see the Plass. She could see the Tourist Office. She let out a shrill scream and the desire to shut her eyes against the onslaught plunged her into darkness again.

"Tosh, slowly, access just the one camera in Jack's office," Ianto said. His voice was steady and calm.

It was easier this time now that she knew what to do. She thought about the camera in Jack's office and she could see it. She moved it left and right and she had no real idea how. Ianto was standing in the middle of the room, impeccable in his suit as always. He cleared his throat into the end of his fist. "Better?"

"Oh, God, it's true…" she said, her voice trembling. She didn't know what was worse - being a prisoner in her own body or being a prisoner to the Torchwood mainframe. The enormity of what was happening to her wasn't something she could completely grasp yet. She could feel tears threatening to spill out again but from where? She hadn't any fists with which to beat the ground. She had no eyes to weep, nor the lungs to scream.

"Why? Why have you done this to me?"

Ianto's answer was simple and desperate all at once. "Because we need you."