Jack still couldn't believe his eyes, he must be dreaming...no, it was a nightmare. He watched in silent disbelief as the news report continued with old footage of some Chief Constable reading out a statement from 1990. He barely registered the chat between the newscaster and another reporter and the photos, which could only be fakes of a smiling Andrew Stark then seventeen and photos of a woman purporting to be Melissa Stark.

The news report had moved onto montage of news clips and footage of a crime scene. Jack turned away from the screen.

"Ianto," he snarled. "Find out all you can about Joseph and Melissa Stark. Go as deep as you have to, even he can't fake everything."

Ianto nodded and muted the news and tried not to flinch when Jack kicked the nearest thing.

It was Gwen and Martha's misfortune to enter at the time he was venting his anger on the furniture.

They both blinked in surprise and looked at Ianto, who didn't look too happy.

"What's happened?" they said together.

That earned them a growl from Jack, who stalked off to his office, his face set in an angry mask.

"I'll show you," Ianto said, his face grim.

The two passengers in the back of the 4x4 tried to ignore the flashes of the camera, eager to get pictures of a case that had been unsolved for twenty years.

"Shade the windows," one of the passengers ordered and the flashes faded away.

"That's better, a little privacy. I still can't believe you're alive, let alone back with me."

"You said something about my mother," the other passenger interrupted.

"Patience Andrew, all in good time," the first passenger chided and leaned forward. "Faster driver, let's leave the paparazzi behind."

The pair fell silent as the vehicle increased in speed and left the city behind. They didn't speak until the vehicle stopped outside a set of gates.

"Welcome home Andrew," the other passenger said as the vehicle swept up the long drive and stopped outside a large house.

He stepped out of the 4x4 and looked up at the house and didn't recognise it, but it would all come back the doctors had said with the right emotional stimuli.

"Come on son, it's time for you to get some rest and have a bath."

He looked down at himself, his dirty clothes and the smell of antiseptic and other less pleasant smells.

He looked up when someone cleared their throat. "I will show you to your room and draw you a bath sir," a man in a smart suit said from behind him and somehow managed not to react when he jumped.

"Sanders here will get anything and don't forget your medication, the doctors were quite insistent you take it," his father said and handed him the carrier bag he'd been given at the hospital. "Plus our doctor is coming to look at the mess that woman made of your stomach. I mean a vet trying to sew up a person. I will have to see about that, damaging my pro..."

He stopped when a frown crossed the face of the person opposite. "But that is for another day. It's just good to have you back," he said and embraced the figure. "Now, bed."

He let the person who essentially was a servant lead him up the stairs and into what to him seemed a palace.

He sat in the bath that had been run for him and closed his eyes and tried hard to remember if he'd ever lived in this place...but he couldn't remember.

All he saw was the face of the stranger who had called him a name he didn't recognise... who was he and why had he called him Doctor?

The man who'd escorted him upstairs knocked on the door to his employer's office and entered without waiting for a reply.

He's secure in his room sir."

"Good and had he taken his medicine?"

"Yes sir. His mind will be at its most suggestive within ten minutes of REM sleep."

"Well done. I will set up the programme myself. Instruct security to keep a close eye on him, I don't want him hurting himself unnecessarily."

"Yes sir," the man said and let the room.

White Coat turned back to his computer and switched on the camera in his property's room.

"That's it, sleep. Soon you'll believe you are Andrew Stark. Of course, the real Andrew Stark was a psychotic sadist who murdered his parents and has been locked away in one of Gen-Meds finest facilities for the last twenty years. But then again, he'll fit perfectly with that side of your personality. It will certainly be entertaining to have you back."

He tapped a few keys and watched as his property began to move restlessly in his sleep. He thanked the departed Mr and Mrs Stark for their reclusive lifestyle. He thanked Gen-Med's board of directors for their greed in covering up the double murder, making it so much easier for him to buy the company secretly.

He thanked them for their research into the very thing he was going to use on his property.

The thought of the two negative personalities inside his property was something that thrilled him and frightened him too...oh he couldn't wait to unleash him on this unsuspecting world.

To the world he was to all intents and purposes Joseph Stark, reclusive billionaire, widower and until recently a father with a missing child.

Yes, everything was working perfectly.

Jack scowled at the information that was scrolling across the screen.

"I'm sorry Jack, there are no pictures of Joseph Stark and the ones of Melissa Stark and their son Andrew Stark were destroyed in a fire six months ago."

"That's convenient," Gwen snorted.

"Can't the police see it's a little convenient," Martha added.

"Gen-Med has long arms and people in high places," Ianto said as he studied the screen.

"We have to get him away from there," Jack said quietly.

Ianto tapped another key. "That's virtually impossible. The estate has more security than some small countries. If we're going to try, it will have to be outside."

Jack turned away from the screen. "We will get him back," he said through clenched teeth. "I'll get him back," he said under his breath.

Aloud he said. "Ianto, do what you have to find a chink. That bastard can't keep him there forever."

His dream was full of confusing and conflicting images. Flashes of happy scenes full of laughter and birthdays. But mixed in with were much, much darker images...images he didn't want.

He began to panic as those images blotted out the others...what images and feelings and what was worse he was excited by it.

He opened his eyes and they widened in surprise. A smile spread across his face...now he knew what he was and he was going to enjoy himself.