Minutes, hours, days…what was the difference? Time didn't mean anything anymore. Monotonous…monotonous…monotonous…Angela chanted inside her head, only stopping when the word had ceased to have any sort of meaning. It was just a series of imagined sounds now.

What next? she thought. She gazed up at the perfect white ceiling of her small, bare, silent prison. For the fourteenth time, she started counting. One two three four five six seven eight… "One hundred," she said aloud. Then, backwards. "Ninety-nine, ninety-eight, ninety-seven…" Four three two one. She groaned and smashed her fist against the wall. "Damn it," she whispered.

When she closed her eyes, the light was dimmed, but she could still feel it glaring through her eyelids, turned red by the blood vessels in the thin layer of protective skin. She couldn't even tell where the light was coming from. There weren't any lamps or light-bulbs. It almost seemed to emanate from the walls, and it never stopped. No nights here, wherever here was.

The clarity of her vision blurred as her head rolled to one side. She could feel her own heart beating in her chest. She reached up and touched her cheek. It was wet, though she could not remember starting to cry. Now that she had, though, she couldn't stop. Angela curled up into a tight ball, her knees in her stomach and her arms wrapped around her face, hiding from the light in the sleeves of her pale grey jumper. Her shoulders shook, and there was no one to watch her sob.

Imprisoned, abandoned, confined, she began to list in her head. Alone, alone, alone…


Thanks for bearing with me: Tosh, Jack, and Ianto will be here next chapter. I swear. There'll be a lot of short chapters, it's split into lots of points of view.