I was in a rush. I didn't even know why I had picked those papers up. I needed to be more bloody careful. Jack, you stupid bastard, I scolded myself, that wasn't a clever thing to do. People almost found out. And sure, Ianto could shove some inforMattion into a computer when I got back, but that wasn't the point. I was being reckless. More retcon wasn't needed, but I was making it needed. And it was the fact that it was a perfectly lovely girl. A girl that I almost could relate to.

I decided that she didn't know enough to be retconned yet, but knew too much to be left alone. I would just get Ianto to figure out where she lived for me and go and pay her a visit.

To heck if she thought I was a creepy stalker man. She was half my age anyway. Scrap that, she was about a sixty fourth of my age, but no difference, she was nice. And she didn't know that. I liked her.

I stood on my slab and disappeared from view, slowly moving down into the Hub. Oh, the Hub, my home.

I liked it a lot, if I was honest. It stank of damp and gross and yuck but it was my home, and I lived there and worked there and I was as alien as everything else stored there. We went together pretty perfectly. Like a dog that looks like its owner, but instead of a dog, a house. Well, instead of a house, a secret underground working and living area.

I loved my life.

"Ianto, run some screening? I need to find out who someone was."

Ianto appeared at the top of the balcony, in front of my office, "Sure, sir, what do you need to check on?"

"Girl, about twenty two, red hair, dyed, shortish, lives in the Cardiff area, probably Cardiff uni she's just gone from, but not from around here, obvious English accent."

"Don't give me too much to go on then, hey." Ianto grumbled, rolling his eyes.

"Hey, no need for that tone. It's like a game. You know the one, what's it called? Where you flick the heads down when they don't match?"

"Guess who?" he raised an eyebrow.

"That's the one. We should buy that. That could be a fun night. Strip Guess Who."

He sighed and disappeared from view for a moment before reappearing at the bottom of the stairs. He walked over to Owen's work space and switched the monitor on so that the light slowly came on, displaying the view of his desktop.

He opened a program and filled in a couple of criteria, leaving it running and going off to make tea.

At that point Gwen and Owen entered from the tourist inforMattion entrance, dripping wet.

"It appears I just missed the rain." I chuckled, walking over to them.

"Don't even joke, Jack, I'm serious. First good hair day in a week." she pointed to her sopping hair with an unamused look on her face.

"Rather attractive, if you ask me."

"Don't take the piss, matey." Gwen said, staring at me.

"And as for you..." I gestured to Owen but he held a hand up.

"Whoa there. As much as I love you as a boss, I'm sorry, I'm straight." he joked, pulling a face.

"Oh, you don't know what disappointment that is to me." I dead-panned.

A ping came from Owen's monitor and I went to see the results of the search. Gwen and Owen also gathered around the screen to see what was going on. A list of sixteen girls had appeared on the screen, between the ages of twenty and twenty three, all from universities within a fifty mile radius from Cardiff and all from a town or city in England.

I clicked on each of them individually, their pictures popping up by their names, picked by the software from various social networking sites, no doubt. Once I clicked the second to last one, a picture was displayed of a girl with red hair, grinning wildly at the camera.

"THAT'S HER." I announced.

"Um, excuse me Jack, but who exactly is she?" Owen asked, looking at the girl on the screen and then back to me, his facial expression displaying the fact he was actually vaguely interested seeing as there was a mildly attractive girl involved.

"She is a girl to whom I have already revealed too much, and must go and sort things with." Jack said to Owen.

"Retcon?" he asked, a undertone of sadness in his voice.

"No, I don't think so. I don't think I've revealed THAT too much, but I don't think it's safe to just leave her. No Mattter how much we cover things up, there are always conspiracies on the internet, a lot more true than they give themselves credit for." I sighed.

"And you get to make this trip because...?"

"Because, Owen, I've already spoken to her, and it will seem a lot less weird me appearing and 'fancy seeing you here again' -ing, than you turning up and seeming like a sex bandit at her door."

"Sex bandit?"

Gwen pulled a face, "Oh, don't try to argue with it."

"Right, I'm off then gang, you can probably go home for the night now, I'll let you know if there's anything needed to sort out." I said, grabbing the print out that had just been spewed from the printer and heading towards the slab in the middle of the Hub.

"As you always do." Owen pulled a face, grabbing his phone from off of his desk before disappearing out of the visitor inforMattion entrance.

"Are you sure there's nothing..." Gwen trailed off.

"Go home. Spend some time with Rhys." I commanded as the slab started to move up.

I watched Ianto drift across the Hub as I slowly disappeared from sight, and hoped that he wouldn't spend too much time clearing up and sorting things out before he went home. He needed less of a work life and more of another life.