A/N: Thank you for looking. I wrote this almost as my own challenge using the first line as my start point. I hope that helps you understand this better.

Disclaimer: Torchwood, it's characters and ideas belong to the BBC, I make no profit and claim no ownership.

Summary: As his body shuts down his mind accelerates; Ianto Jones watches himself end.

120 seconds to tell the world who you were. You're not complete, you've been cut off. Who were you? Right now, 114 seconds, tell everyone who you were.

What would you do?

You can't cram a life, a person into less than five minutes. I'm finding that out right this second. I'm watching myself talk, react with dull acceptance, absolutely zero time to think anything out or reach any conclusions. I'm already spinning away. Every breath's a countdown. I have never felt blind panic like this in my life, and I never will again. It feels like dying.

No time for irony.

I can feel every single nerve ending, everything at once. I'm totally numb.

I'm in touch with every thought I've ever had; I guess in the end people are their memories after all.

No time for revelations. No good figuring that out now it's too late to do anything about it it's too late.

I remember everything, and none of it matters, there's only this moment, and the one after, and probably not the one after that.

I feel absolutely everything at once, every feeling I've ever had, and concentrated it feels like terror, but it's everything that's ever been me, and the last thing that ever will. I'm more alive than I've ever been with a headless driver trying to guide it.

I can't breathe. Seconds, all I have is- I'm already racing away, there's no stopping it.

I'm being torn away from everything. My sister, the kids. Lisa. Jack.

No!

I force my way back. I'm here, completely. This is it. This is my last moment.

This is everything I have left, everything I am, now what the hell am I supposed to do with it?

Who was I?

'I love you.'

And I'm done. I'm over. Everything now is the result of a hysterical body which doesn't yet realise it's dead.

I'm still talking but I'm gone.

That was my last.

That's who I was.

'I love you.'

Not bad.

A/N: Thank you for reading, reviews are always appreciated.