Ianto had shut his eyes sharply, thinking of only Lisa. He remembered the feeling of being pulled through the open wall; the feeling of millions of little fingers pawing him toward somewhere. He had landed quite abruptly and fallen unconscious. He awoke without opening his eyes first and heard chirping while laying on a carpet. Wait. Something wasn't quite right.

Ianto sprung up and found himself looking around a thicket of forest near mid-day. He was disoriented, but he wondered if that would imply he knew where he was. Ianto called for Lisa to no avail. He felt as though he had been asleep for hours, possibly days. It had been incredibly irresponsible of him to do such a thing, but he agreed to admonish himself later.

A man in the suit fell upon Letrois and his line of vision, walking dazed from the forest clearing. He did not smell of alcohol, but of cleanliness, and of something odd. Letrois leaned upon his spade and shovel as he was digging , watching the man come forward to him.

"Where am I?" The man's voice was panicked Letrois noted. It was a question more leaning towards when am I, but who was Letrois to argue?

"Wales, feudal township of Cardiff, dear jester. Have you lost your way?"

"I'm still in Cardiff?"

"Agreeably, yes. But isn't it too early in the day to be drinking? Did your carriage fall to a band of thieves?"

"No, I wish it had been so. I don't remember what happened. Why do you keep calling me a jester?"

"No ordinary man would gallivant about in such funny clothing." Ianto looked down momentarily before he started cursing the young man leaning on his farming equipment. Ianto felt a pang of guilt, he looked out of place in his sharp dress. Lisa had even begun teasing him about his fashion sense as of late. Lisa, Ianto remembered. He had an idea. "Are you not a jester?"

"That I am. I was on the road to Cardiff..."

Letrois waved his arms. "Say no more. I will escort you to town myself with the goods I need to barter for my next supply of stock. I'm sure you will have much to tell Queen Lisell that will amuse the king's new bride. Hopefully, the Lord God will look better on you this trip than the last."

"Queen Lisell?" It couldn't be, mere coincidence. How long had Ianto been asleep?

To be continued...

Prompt 50: Spade