"Okay," Jack said, getting up and pacing. "What do we know? We know that we're in an alternate reality were our lives are the stuff of fiction. "

"How bizarre is that thought," Gwen mused. "I know what I know, and that these things in our lives happened. But those people were speaking as if it was all part of something in a script. They know things they possibly couldn't! Things I've never told anyone."

"Same here," Ianto said, glancing at Jack. The past few hours had been one of revelations for them all. Gwen knew far more than he ever thought she would about his relationship with Jack. He was feeling a bit uncomfortable with it, but there was nothing that he could do about it at the moment, other than ignore it. "It was very uncanny. What was really strange is that they had all the major events that had happened to us as if they were episodes for their viewing entertainment. Not sure how comfortable I am with that thought." He continued to watch Jack pace back and forth along the carpet.

"Ian, how often are those spikes happening?" He asked stopping to look at the younger man in front of him. "How long will we be here?"

"They're sporadic," Ianto said, looking down at the monitor in his lap. "There have been several spikes that are close to the same signature, but not exact. I'll know more as data keeps on coming in, but I would suspect we're going to be here for several more hours at the earliest, perhaps another day or two at most."

"And while we're here, people will be thinking we're actors. And we'll probably have to come back to their convention if we're going to be stuck here for a bit. They're not going to let us hole up here while we wait for the right spike to show up," Jack mused. "We'll have to come up with a game plan to keep us together, as well as to respond as they are expecting us. Have either of you ever been to a convention before?" Both Gwen and Ianto shook their heads. "Me neither. Not sure how I managed to miss that before. Probably a lot of alien tech shows up at these things, if you think about it. Hmm, well, never mind that. We're going to have to pretend, at least for a few hours."

"Jack, I don't know if I can," Gwen responded. "Seeing Tosh and Owen like that…."

"Yeah, that was strange," Jack said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Well, at least we're prepared if we see them again. Nothing can be the shock of the first time that sort of thing happening. "

Ianto picked up the discarded cups and put them back in the kitchen area. "So what do we do next? Do we go back into the convention? Stay here?"

"We stick together, whatever we do." Jack said. He looked down at a stack of fliers on the table in front of him. Picking them up, he saw that they were advertisements for the convention, along with a program guide for attendees. He flipped through it, reading bits and pieces here and there. Something fell out and Ianto stooped down to pick it up.

"This says it's a pocket guide." He said, glancing through the list. "Apparently this is a list of guest panels. See, here's the one we were on already, followed by the one that Tosh, erm, Naoko and Burn was it? Yeah that's what he's called here were doing."

"Where does it have us next?" Jack asked, curious. "What did they call us on stage there?"

"Burn referred to you as John," Ianto said, thinking back to the blur of the conversation on stage. "And Gwen, he called you Eve. Tosh – Naoko called me Gaz. " He took the book from Jack and flipped through it. "Ah, here we go. Jack, in this reality you are a theatre and tv star called John Barrowman. Well, at least they got the first name right. Gwen, you're known as Eve Myles." He flipped through a few more pages before finding the biography for himself. "And my name is Gareth. Hmmm, nice photo there."

"This is all so odd," Gwen mused, shaking her head. "I don't think I could ever have imagined this in a million years."

"Yeah, kind of strange when you think of some of the things we've seen. This has to take the cake," Jack said with a grin. He rested his chin on Ianto's shoulder as he looked over it to the program guide in his hands. "You're right, that is a nice picture of you." They were all startled by the telephone ringing. With a shrug, Ianto moved over and picked it up.

"Hello? Yes, that's right. Oh? Hold on a moment," Ianto said, covering the phone with his hand as he turned to look at Jack. "Apparently our presence is requested downstairs. The cast is supposed to be judging the art show and handing out awards."

"Art Show?" Jack asked, an amused expression on his face. "What that where we started when we arrived here?"

"Yes, that's right," Ianto confirmed, remembering seeing the sign on the door as they left. "It may be good to get back there, as I might be able to check for more readings."

"Okay, tell them we'll meet them downstairs, then." Jack said. Ianto confirmed that they would be down in the lobby soon before ringing off. "Anything's better than staying cooped up, I think. Gwen, are you going to be okay with this?"

"I think so," she said as she stood up. "And I think I'd feel more comfortable being closer to where we came in. Maybe we can hope that we can get out that way as well." She excused herself as she went to freshen up in the bathroom before heading out. Ianto was still flipping through the program guide with an amused expression on his face. When Gwen returned, they were ready to go.