Ianto Jones adjusted his loose white shirt and gave himself a once over in the mirror before turning and walking out of his small bathroom. Today was his first day as the owner of his own coffee shop. How he had gotten here after majoring in film in Uni, he'd never know. All he knew was that it just felt right. Like it was his duty in a past life or something to make people happy by giving them coffee.

And so he had taken out a loan and with his girlfriend's support, opened up a small coffee shop by the bay. That also felt right, being by the water tower. Sometimes when walking by he'd get random flashes of mixed emotions. Things he hadn't been feeling seconds before. Anger, hurt, sadness, euphoria, happiness, fear. And a sense of... Meaning. That going there gave him, or would give him meaning. Which was why he had rented out an empty lot with a great view of the tower and transformed it into his tiny shop.

"Looking good, Mr. Jones." Said his girlfriend, Liz as she leaned against the door frame leading out into their living room.

"Yeah?" He asked, smiling at her.

"Oh yeah, I'm definitely loving that barista look." She giggled, turning and walking off down the hall. "What time do you close tonight?"

"Er.." Ianto paused, leaning against the wall. "7? But I'll have to close up so I should be out around... 7:30."

"Cool. I'll meet you in front of the water tower, then?" She asked, sitting down on the couch and pushing back her blonde hair.

Ianto nodded as he walked forward, grabbing his keys and wallet before leaning down to kiss her forehead. "Sounds good." He said.

She smiled up at him. "Great."

Nodding, he closed the door behind him as he headed out to the shop.

It was about 7:15 when he left the shop, walking down from his store to the water tower. It had been a good first day, he reflected. Plenty of people had come in for coffee, remarking on how good it was before leaving and promising to return. He hoped they'd return.

He got to the water tower five minutes early, sitting down on the pavement in front and waiting for Liz.

They hadn't been dating for long, really only six months but he believed, really truly, that she was the one. She was perfect, in every way. They'd been friends throughout Uni and both shared one equal goal, to have a family one day. Which was what had brought them together, a shared goal. A common interest. A united front. So, straight out of Uni they'd moved back to Cardiff, rented a flat and started their lives together. She worked as a software designer and he had his own coffee shop. They were on their ways to the rest of their lives.

Except for one problem. Ianto was getting more and more worried. Time was creeping by, it was now almost 8. The sun had set. Getting up slowly, he began making his way back to the flat, weaving through the mixed throng of nightlife people and workers hurriedly on their way home.

She just forgot. He told himself. She was fine at home, cuddled up and waiting for him.

But she never forgets. His logic nagged.

Sighing, he leaned against a building wall. He was buy an alleyway, not too far from their flat. Sinking down to the ground, he rested his head in his hands and groaned. He had a sudden headache, and felt sick to his stomach. He had a bad, uneasy feeling that if he just looked to the left...

He'd find her dead. In a pool of her own blood. With someone above her, eating her. The creature would have a grotesque, inhuman like face and growl as it tore off another chunk of her flesh. And then he'd be pushed back as someone would run past him, drawing a weapon and firing it at the creature who would then drop. And with slow motion, almost as if in a dream, Ianto would get up and make his way to body and collapse there. Holding her in his arms. And then he'd get a flash, a sense of deja vu. As if this had happened before. A dead, bloody body in his arms while he sobbed over her.

But it wasn't real, right? It was just a feeling. Just a sense. Just an emotion. He was fine. Just sick. He'd go home, lie in bed with Liz and fall asleep.

"You need to let her go." Came a voice from above him.

"How can I?" He whispered, tightening his hold on her.

The voice crouched down, resting a hand on him. "Because people will see. And question. And you'll be taken in for questioning when I can make this go so much quicker." The hand tightened slightly.

"Someone murdered her, there's nothing you can do about it." Ianto hissed, refusing to look up at the face that matched the voice.

"That wasn't a someone, it was a something. Now come over. I've got the something you get her." The man stood up, walking over to the other body and picking it up. Ianto didn't move, he just looked down at the broken body in front of him. Stroking her cheek, pushing her hair back. Trying to make her open her eyes, smile up at him.

"Are you coming?"

"Where?"

"My place. I can fix this."

"You can bring her back?" Ianto asked, a bitter hopefulness in his voice.

"No, but I can make her death seem better. A suicide-"

"She wasn't suicidal." Ianto cut him off.

"You'd rather her be murdered by a killer the police can't find?" The man asked, a tint of sarcasm in his voice.

Sighing, Ianto slowly got up, cradling her limp body in his arms. "How can they not find her?" He asked, turning to the man and seeing him for the first time. He was older, wearing a military coat that was covered in blood. Upon seeing the younger man he took a step back, looking shocked.

"What?" Ianto asked, not in the mood for anything.

"What's your name?" The man asked, stepping forward as if in a daze.

"Jones, Ianto Jones. Why does it matter?"

"Ianto Jones? Captain Jack Harkness. Nice to meet you, Jones, Ianto Jones."