He rubbed the sleep from his eyes letting out a big sigh as he did so. He felt so hot this morning so he pushed the thin sheet away covering his bare torso. He rubbed a single hand across his forehead

"Jheesh, must of been a hot night" he said in his tempting american accent. He looked down at his vortex manipulator it read "6.21 am. 25th of december 2010" he smiled and sat up straight in his bed, his muscular form stretching out to get rid of the cramp from his night's sleep. His room was slightly lit with a small blue glow from his wrist strap. He put his hands through his wild bed hair and re-tied the string around his trousers. He scratched his back giving a satisfying groan as the itch was defeated. The sudden realisation hit as he realised where he would be spending his christmas day. It wouldn't be with his beloved team, but how he wished he could see their faces again. Gwen and her new baby, owen and tosh and his beloved Ianto. A tear slided down his face "Oh ianto.." he croaked. The events of the week came flooding back into his head, he was currently in a prison cell, white walls and steel bars suddenly didn't feel so festive. His back ached from the harsh conncrete that he has slept on. He lowered his back against the wall and slid down it staring at the door, he regreted running away and leaving gwen on her own. That's where he was travelling when he had spotted a weevil whom had been feasting on a local passer by, the weevil had run at the sight of the jack and his webley, leaving jack with a raveged body, the police and one hell of a witness statement. The cell was cold and the strangest smell hung in the air, Jack guessed it was his own odur, he must look awful he thought to himself