I can't believe we did this. I swore that I would watch him suffer and die, that I would show no compassion towards him. And yet, I find myself waking up in his bed, my clothes missing, his arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me into him. I lift up his arm carefully, so not to wake him, and slide out of the bed. I locate my underwear, and slip it on. I pull on my shirt and trousers, and creep to the door. I wasn't silent enough, as he wakes up, and calls out to me is his heavily American accented voice.
"Ianto Jones, where do you think you're going?"