The night with Henry had been great fun. At first, Tosh had listened while he'd quietly read to her but then, curious, she'd began asking him questions about himself and Henry had regaled her with stories of his past. She'd reciprocated, telling Henry all about herself and the hours had flown by. It had been a welcome distraction for both of them. She might be locked inside a computer mainframe but she felt as if she'd made a new friend. As the dawn had approached, Henry had dozed a bit in his seat. Tosh had done her best to leave him undisturbed but he'd woken when the others had arrived.

That morning, Tosh had dug in with Mickey. She was more determined than ever to get Fish back to normal, back to his fiancé and to his wedding on time. They worked, tirelessly, on the device. Tosh tried her best to keep herself calm and patient. It wasn't easy. By the time Ianto had ordered dinner, they'd made significant progress and needed to brief the rest of the team. Speaking quietly, in hushed voices over the comms, Mickey and Jack agreed that this discussion was best done without Henry. Unfortunately, Henry was becoming more and more reluctant to leave Fish's side. While Jack regularly forced the Englishman to get out of the Hub to stretch his legs or get some fresh air, those excursions were never long. So, Jack had suggested a course of action. Mickey went to talk to Ianto while Tosh talked to Martha.

Tosh tried to access the comm system to speak to Martha privately but found that she wasn't able to. Some of the internal communication system was off limits to her. She'd stumbled across a great many restrictions to her access and while they didn't surprise her, they still disappointed her. She was beginning to feel like a prisoner and she'd been a prisoner once before. She made a point to speak to Jack with it as soon as possible.

She focused the Hub cameras, turning and moving them to make sure that Henry was well out of earshot of the autopsy bay. Then, she simply activated the user interface on Martha's computer, causing herself to appear on the screen.

Martha was typing up a field report, yawning. She reached over for her coffee just as Tosh's face appeared on her computer monitor. Startled, she jumped and spilled some of the hot liquid over her hand.

"For God's…. Tosh!" she gasped. "Don't. Do. That."

"Shh!" she said, holding up her hand. She took her glasses off and put them down. "I wanted to talk to you where Henry couldn't overhear."

Martha lowered her voice and said, "You could've just contacted me over the comm, not scared the daylights out of me." She got up and rinsed her hand in the sink.

"I would've done but I don't have access. I don't have access," Tosh said, acerbically. She sighed. "I wanted to talk to you about Fish."

She sat back down and said, "What's wrong?"

"Mickey and I want to update everyone on our progress but I know we're not telling Henry everything. So, Jack suggested you slip him something."

"Slip him something?" Martha said with disbelief. "Jack asks him to go for a walk every once in a while. Why can't he do that this time?"

"He's never gone more than ten minutes. I know it's a bit sneaky, but it's probably a good idea. He's barely slept since all this started. A little sedative won't hurt him and he needs the rest," Tosh insisted.

"Henry's not stupid. I think he'll notice if I come at him with a syringe. How am I supposed to-"

"Refill, Martha?" Ianto asked, walking into the autopsy bay with his tray. He had two mugs on it. One with coffee for Martha and another with Henry's tea. He picked up Henry's mug and set it down on the desk with an overly innocent grin.

"Oh, all right," she said, relenting. She got up and dug through the pharmacy cabinet for a few minutes, deciding on which drug and how much. She carefully emptied a packet of medication into the tea. Ianto stirred it and the powder dissolved.

"I'd add some extra sugar to cover that," she warned.

"Already done. I was a little heavy handed with the milk as well," Ianto said with a self satisfied smile. "How long until it takes effect?"

"Has he eaten anything today?" she asked.

Ianto shook his head with disappointment. Every one of them had been trying to coax the Duke to eat but he'd refused. He'd picked at the meals Ianto put out for him and sometimes nibbled a small snack but he hadn't actually eaten anything substantial or what could be called a meal. If Miranda were here, she'd scold her former student for neglecting his wellbeing but Ianto knew that Henry probably felt relatively safe within the Hub.

"Normally, ten to fifteen minutes but it'll probably be less on an empty stomach," Martha said.

Ianto gave her a stiff nod and went to deliver the drug laced tea. He smiled at his friend and put the mug down in front of him. Wanting to get the caffeine into his system as quickly as possible, Henry drank it all down in a few gulps. Martha had been right, it took less time than she'd predicted. It was only a few minutes before Henry's head began to droop. He told Mickey he was going to rest his eyes for a few moments, closed them and immediately fell asleep. Mickey had barely grabbed him in time before he fell off the chair. Mickey and Ianto carried him to the sofa. After covering him with a blanket, they joined the others in the boardroom.

As Ianto looked around the table, he couldn't help but notice that it looked sparse. Gwen's seat was empty and so was Fish's. Mickey and Martha were sitting in Hart and Miranda's seats, respectively. Had he just thought of that chair as belonging to Captain John Hart? He wasn't quite sure how he felt about that. The former Time Agent's time with the team had been short but profound. The scoundrel had proven himself to all of them, surprising them all… until he'd slithered back to whence he came. Before Ianto's resentment had a chance to properly rise up, Jack signaled he was about to start the meeting by rested his knee against Ianto's leg.

He turned to the others and said, "What have you and Mickey got, Tosh?"

Tosh appeared on the screen above the table. She took her glasses off and dropped them. She let out an extremely annoyed growl and then said, "Excuse me a minute."

She faded from the screen and immediately began editing the user interface program. She changed some lines of code and then added as well as removed others. Satisfied with her work, she reappeared on the television screen, this time without her glasses. Instead, they were on the desk in front of her.

"That's better. That's better," she said, relieved. She rhetorically commented, "Bloody glasses are pointless. It's not like I actually need them and I hate they way they look." She rolled her eyes and made an annoyed noise with her tongue that Jack frowned at. She cleared her throat and turned back to business. "Thank you everyone for coming. Mickey and I have made a lot of progress on the device and we wanted to update you all on where we stood."

Mickey tapped the tablet in front of him. A diagram of the device appeared on the screen next to Tosh's. "Once I got this side panel off, it was easy from there. My original assessment was spot on. It's not affecting Fish continuously. It zapped him once, did whatever it did and that was the end of it."

Tosh furrowed her brow in concentration and the CCTV footage appeared on the next screen. "This is the footage from just before he was affected by the time dilation."

Martha said, waving at the screen, "We've been over that footage a hundred times."

"Well, you didn't have me then," Tosh said, playfully. "He didn't do anything to activate it when he was handling it." She played the footage. Fish let out a frustrated huff and then bent down for his tools. She paused the video. "The device was motion activated."

Jack let out an amused snort. "So when he crawled under the table…"

"It got him," Mickey said.

"The good news is that when we figure out how to undo this, all we'll need to do is place the device over him again," Tosh said.

"The bad news?" Jack asked.

"We're going to have to use a series of trial and error experiments to figure out how to get him back to a one to one ratio and that's going to take time," Mickey replied. He pointed at the diagram. "We're not sure how much, though."

Jack scrubbed at his face. "How's he doing, Martha?"

"Physically, I wish I could tell you because I don't know," she answered, honestly. "Mentally, he's definitely realised something's up and is showing signs of distress."

Tosh interjected, "He hasn't noticed the note taped to the table yet. Last night, I started working on a way for us to talk to him but I haven't gotten anywhere with it yet."

"What have you tried so far, Tosh?" Jack asked.

"I started with some ultra low frequency pulses through the speakers."

"No luck?"

"None," she said, disappointed. "I don't think we have a speaker capable of emitting a low enough frequency."

"Sending a message will take a long time," Mickey interjected. "It could potentially take him days to comprehend it and respond."

Jack furrowed his brow. "Keep it an after hours project, Tosh."

"Yes, Captain," she said.

"Good work everyone. With any luck, we won't have to come up with a cover story for his sister," Jack said, smiling. He got up, indicating the meeting was over and went back to his office, leaving the rest of them to return to work. He smiled when he saw Henry was still fast asleep. If only getting him to eat was as easy as slipping him something.

He closed the door behind him and sat down heavily at his desk, scrubbing at his face hard.

"Keep doing that and you'll scrub it clean off," Tosh's voice said into the room.

Jack snapped his head up, startled. "That's kinda rude you know."

"I need to find amusement somewhere," she said, dryly. "When are we going to talk, Jack?"

"What about, Tosh? You should be working on the current problem," he said, leaning back in his chair. He spoke out into the room, looking no where in particular.

"I can multitask and you know perfectly well what I want to talk about."

"What we're going to do with you after this is over? Or the explosives underneath the hard drive array?" Jack said, matter-of-factly.

"How about both?" she replied.

"How's about we take this one step at a time and deal with the time dilation?" He stood up and leaned over his desk, putting his hands on the top. He acted as if she was sitting across from him. It made it easier. "You control every camera in the Hub. I'm not surprised you know about them. They're a precaution. We don't know what this has done to you yet."

"I'm fine. I'm fine," she insisted, offended.

"This kind of transfer is tricky even when you've got all the right pieces but what we did is like plugging a smart phone into stone hammer." He sighed, hanging his head a bit. "The explosives stay."

"Can I at least get some Internet access?" she asked.

"Denied."

She let out a frustrated huff. "Can I have Ianto upload some films or at least a few e-books? I'm bored to tears at night."

"I'll talk to him about it, but from now on, I want your undivided attention on getting Fish out of this mess."

"Understood," she said.

"Good. Get back to work, Tosh."

"Yes, Captain," she said. If she'd had a body and been walking out of Jack's office, she would've slammed the door. She felt fine. FINE. Yes, she understood taking precautions but hadn't she proved herself already? Considering everything she'd been through, she felt she was coping quite well. Any normal person should be having a mental break down! She was dead! She'd been uploaded into a computer! What was she going to have to do? How was she going to prove to Jack that she was fine?

The only thing she could think of was to do her job… Old job?… efficiently and capably as possible. She'd work with Mickey to get Fish out of this situation. It probably wouldn't completely convince Jack she was fine, but it was a step in the right direction.