By the time Jack and Gwen had returned with two juvenile delinquent weevils in tow, everything else had been fed, and there was pizza in the board room for them. Ianto had managed, with judicious use of signs, pointing and finally picking him up and putting him where he needed to be, to get John settled in a straight back chair with a booster seat strapped to it that he had found at the charity shop cheap. There was no point in getting him new, he reasoned, when with any luck he would soon be back to his old and obnoxious self. Jack appeared in the door, much the delight of both.

Before Jack could come into the boardroom, Owen stopped him. "As near as I can tell this thing won't hurt him, but you're going to have to set it. At least if those parameters you gave me are right."

"They are."

"Right then, after you get it set, I'll need to ask him some questions, see that his brain functions properly or at least as well as it was before. I need to see how wide spread the amnesia is."

"You give me the questions, I'll ask them, without the translator," Jack said as he took the unit from him. Owen started to protest but Jack cut him off. "There are a lot of things in his head that you don't need to know and some that could be down right dangerous. And you wouldn't know if the answers were correct. Besides, I doubt if he ever know who the PM is."

"The only reason you do is he's on the phone every time something blows up," Ianto commented, having joined them by the door to speed things along.

"Hey, I've known every PM since Cecil, I'll have you know," he said back over his shoulder.

"Including Lloyd George?" Ianto asked with just a hint of a smile.

"Especially Lloyd George."

"Fascinating as this all is," Ianto said, dragging his attention back from yet another of Jack's tidbits, he pointed into the boardroom where Tosh and Gwen had taken over trying to hold the attention of their small guest. John Hart, for his part, was shouting something at the two women, not quite audible with the door shut. Red faced and petulant or frustrated with his inability to communicate, he grabbed the cup in front of him and made to throw it at Gwen when Jack opened the door and shouted something at the boy that pointed more clearly than anything else to his military background.

Everyone froze in place and Jack took the cup away from him with a few sharp words. The conversation that followed was short and intense but in the end, John nodded and allowed the device to be installed in his ear while the box was hung 'round his neck.

"Now, let's eat," Jack said, leaning over to make some adjustments to the device. "John, I need you to say something." The toddler opened his mouth and a word came out. The voice was recognizable as John Hart's but it wasn't English. Jack continued to fiddle with it until with an "ahhh," he stood up.

"Does this mean I finally get something to eat?" the childish voice, still recognizable as John Hart came through. Tosh and Gwen cheered and even Owen half smiled. Ianto, being a bit more practical, put a plate in front of him with a slice of pizza dissected with precision to the size of the young boy's hands. If having his food cut for him offended him, John Hart said nothing, opting instead for stuffing a piece in his mouth whole.

"Everyone where you come from deficient in basic table manners?" Ianto asked, looking at the chipmunk cheeked child.

"Nothing wrong with my….manners," the boy garbled around the pizza. "…ing woman wouldn't give me my …ing food." The static outtakes in the boy's speech caused them all to look in askance at Jack, wondering if the device was not working properly.

"Profanity filter," Jack said, answering the question without needing it asked. "John's always had a mouth, and face it, from a three year old, that language is a little disturbing." There was a nod around the table, accompanied by another burst of static from the translator.

The pizza had been finished and the remains cleared away. John Hart had managed to get most of his inside him rather than on him, much to Ianto's surprise and secret relief. He had also managed some fairly interesting feats of English interspersed with static upon being given milk to drink. He had asked Jack for something that apparently the translator circuits couldn't handle, but Jack had put his foot down, explaining that as his body was currently that of a child, he was going to eat like one. Ianto could tell by what he didn't say that it was getting to him, that and a hint of fear that he would never voice about John Hart being stuck as a child or at least having to grow up all over again, a fear Ianto admitted, if only to himself, that he shared.

Now Jack was down in the autopsy room with Owen and John Hart, attending to the rest of the neurological testing. While he hadn't heard anything from down there, he knew this was not easy on anyone.

"Ianto," Gwen called up to him where he was standing by the rail contemplating his next task.

"Yes?" he questioned politely, making his way to the floor for a quick clear up before he went back up to spend some time in the faux tourist office.

"Do you think there's going to be anything more this afternoon?"

"Why, Mrs. Copper, got a hot date?"

"Nah, just me and Rhys, probably on the settee watching mindless tele, but I thought I would let him know. What about you? You know, you and Jack should get out more, and I don't mean huntin' weevils through the sewers. A proper night out, tha's what you need."

Ianto thought about what she said, and then smiled as an idea came to him. Two birds with one stone, that's what it was. "You know, Gwen, I think you're right. Think you and Rhys would mind doing something for me?"