"Deaglan Cross. Sounds dramatic but I owe my life to him," Ianto told the others after they saw the list of the dead, "Who was he?" He heard an American voice say, "Imogen's boyfriend from when she was 15. It's my fault he's dead," He felt a hand on his shoulder and his boss say, "No it's not," Ianto nodded fiercely, "Yeah. Yeah it is. If I hadn't run off like that then Imogen would never have followed me and Deaglan would never have followed her," He could feel Jack looking at him with a puzzled expression so he sighed, "I better start from the beginning?" Jack nodded and Ianto continued:
"It was the beginning of January, I can't remember the day. When we got home from school Rhiannon was in the living room. Imogen got upset and was mean to her. So I got angry with Imogen and left the house. Then, all of a sudden it started getting really dark really quickly and there she was, just standing there. Eira Argall, the girl who died of cancer the Saturday before. And she was alive. Except she wasn't breathing or anything, just standing there. I moved closer over to her and when I did I noticed her pupils had become so big that there was no colour left at all. It was just a big black space. Then suddenly this black mist came pouring out of her mouth and surrounded me. That was when I heard Imogen shout behind me "Get back!" And I was pulled away by Deaglan who told us to run as fast as we could. So we did. The next morning Deaglan didn't come home and 11 more people went missing. We assumed they died and then 2 days later their bodies were found. I don't really think Imogen has ever forgiven me for that," Ianto looked sad. He didn't know that Imogen was dreaming about the exact same event...
Trees. All she could see were trees blocking her way, scraping her hands and ripping her clothes. She could hear her heart beating in her chest and the footsteps of Deaglan in front of her. She couldn't see him, it was too dark, but she knew he was there. Running as fast as they could, out of breath and tired. They came to a slightly lighter clearing and that's when Deaglan stopped, panting for air, "Wait, Deaglan look! IANTO! GET BACK!" She saw her brother turn around in alarm and fear before he was knocked to the ground by the black mist coming from... Oh my god was that Eira Argall? She's dead, Imogen thought. The black mist started to circle him, engulfing in darkness. Imogen would have screamed, but she had no air left in her body. Deaglan got to Ianto just in time to pull him away from whatever it was. Ianto stumbled to the ground again, unable to get his balance. Imogen dragged him across the floor grazing his elbows and knees in the process, "Imogen! Ianto! Run, just run for life for god sake," Deaglan's Irish voice called out, his voice cracking in between as the blackness started engulfing him.
He didn't have time to run away. That was all Imogen could think as she sprinted back through the woods, clutching Iantos hand in terror as twigs bristled and scraped their faces. For one terrifying moment Imogen stumbled on a tree root, but was soon pulled back up again by Ianto. All she could feel was the blood pounding in her head as they ran further out of the wood, or were they running further in? Imogen didn't even know anymore until they stumbled out into the rec. Imogen fell onto her knees and panted for breath while Ianto stood over her, "Do you think we got away?" He choked. Imogen looked up at him, tears streaming down her face. Ianto knew she was angry with him, "Yeah! I think we might have got away. No thanks to you!" She ran to him looking like she was ready to hit him, but he took her in his arms and she just hugged him back, "I'm sorry, Immy. I'm so so sorry," he whispered into her hair and felt her nod with accepting his apology, "Lets just go home," she sighed. Ianto nodded, knowing she would be more angry in the morning once she had processed what had just happened. They held hands as they walked through the darkness.
Imogen didn't feel like getting up. Not today. So she just lay in bed and let everyone think she was ill, "Will you be ok here, Imogen? Because Bryn and I have to go to a meeting with the social," Imogen nodded and pulled the covers over her head to block out Rhona. When Rhona had gone and closed the door gently behind her, Imogen pulled the covers off her head and said to Ianto, who was packing his bag on his bed, "I forgive you, remember that. And I'm glad your not dead," Imogen smiled and sat up, but Ianto just bowed his head, "I should be. You should be mad at me," Imogen shook her head and lay back, "You're too nice to stay mad at for long. You make me feel bad," Ianto smiled, then did his hurt expression for her, "Yep. You should go on stage, Yan," Ianto laughed then took his shoulder bag and paused at the door, "See you after school," Imogen nodded and Ianto closed the door behind him. Imogen buried her face in the pillows and cried.