Jack frowned as he flipped through one of Miranda's autopsy reports. Usually, he just signed whatever was put in front of him because Ianto and Miranda read them first. With the team so short, Jack had two piles – a pile to be signed and a pile to be read then signed. He rubbed at his eyes, putting the report down. He was about to pick it up again when his mobile rang.

Saved by the bell! he thought as he answered it. "Hello?"

"Morning, Jack."

"Hey, hey! Fish! What a nice surprise!" He leaned back in his seat, grinning. "I haven't heard from you all week. How are you?"

"Still improving a little every day," he replied.

"Henry driving you up the wall?"

"A bit, but I know it's out of love."

"So what can I do for you?"

"I've been going a bit stir crazy-"

Concerned, Jack interrupted him, "Fish…"

"I don't want to come back to work," Fish said, heading off whatever speech Jack was winding into. "Vasquez agrees that it could set back my recovery and that's the last thing I want to do. I feel like I'm more in control and he's pleased with the progress I'm making. So, Henry and I rebooked our flight to New York."

"That's great, Fish!"

"Just New York for now. He told us to take it slow so we are. Maybe we'll get all the way to Australia and tour Asia, maybe we won't, but one step at a time."

Jack heard him take a breath.

"Since we've no idea when John is coming back, I rang Mickey. I don't want to leave you lot in a lurch."

"You're not leaving us in a lurch," Jack insisted. "Will and I ran this place, alone, for five years. We'll be fine."

"You always bloody say that, but just because you can do something doesn't mean you should," Fish said, hotly. He took a breath and said, more calmly, "Look, when it was six of us? It was nice, Jack. Adding that one person tipped the scales enough so that we weren't overworked. We all got to live. I know you like to keep the team small, but keeping us at six or seven people isn't turning us into One. Just think about that, okay?" He cleared his throat. "Mickey'll be free to come to Cardiff in a few weeks. I was wondering if I could stop in tonight, after everyone's gone home, so I could pick some things up?"

"You're welcome here any time, Fish."

"I'd like to do this alone."

Jack decided not to ask whether or not Fish was leaving for good. "Your accesses still work. Stop by whenever you're comfortable."

"Thanks, Jack. For everything."

"I love you, Fish. You'll take care of yourself, won't you?"

"This isn't good-bye," Fish insisted.

But I hope it is… A part of Jack wanted Fish to run and never return, to find some quiet corner of the world, grow old with Henry and die one day, far from now, old and grey.

"We'll leave it open ended. Knock on the flat door if you want company."

"I will. Thanks, Jack."

When Fish entered the Hub, it was in night mode. He was positive that Jack would ensure the place was empty for him, and it was. A variety of emotions assaulted him as he packed up his desk. He didn't have many personal items. Most of the desk's contents were office supplies that didn't belong to him. There were some tattered books and some silly mementos. He picked up a piece of jagged metal that had been from a piece of tech that had nearly killed him when it had short circuited and exploded. As he turned the sharp piece of metal in his hands, a noise brought his head up. Ianto was descending the ladder from the pterodactyl perch.

"How's Hywel?" he asked.

"Healing nicely. Myfanwy's very protective," Ianto said. He held out his arm. Fish saw a rip in the Welshman's dress shirt that was stained with blood. The gash shrank before Fish's eyes, but it looked like it'd been deep.

Fish winced. "Ouch."

"You know, Jack said something about pterodactyl birth control, but I think it's a serious concern," Ianto said. He nodded upwards. "When I went up, they were snuggled together."

"That's sweet," Fish said, smiling. "But you're right, we don't want a bunch of baby pterodactyls flying around."

Ianto nodded. "Even with the one, we're having to squash reports of UFOs and monster stories when Myfanwy swipes a sheep while she's out for her exercise."

"And we already feel badly letting her out only once a week," Fish replied. "Going to get worse with two of them."

Ianto nodded. "Something for us to think about. I didn't realise you were here, Fish. I'll be downstairs if you need anything or want some company," Ianto said, hastily retreating.

"It's all right. Stay," Fish said. He turned his desk chair and pushed it out as an invitation.

Ianto smiled and sat down as Fish picked up the digital picture frame and unplugged it, carefully winding up the cord. He reached out for the last item he'd intended to pack – Cameron's tennis ball. When they had put all of Cameron's possessions into storage, something about the tennis ball had intrigued Fish. So instead of packing it away, he'd kept it even though it was technically against the rules. He was about to put it into his box of items, but instead, he turned and handed it to Ianto. The Welshman smiled in thanks and took the ball, turning it in his hands.

"Tell Mickey he can do what he likes with the desk."

"I will. I'm glad you're taking time."

"I need it, mate," Fish said. He wiggled the remaining fingers of his left hand. "I've got a lot of shit to work through."

"We were all worried about you for a while. We're glad you've improved enough to be able to travel."

"Vasquez has helped me a lot with coping. I've learned the key is avoiding triggers. At first, that was the hardest bloody part because I was still discovering them," Fish said. He squashed the embarrassment he faced every time he talked about it. He firmly reminded himself there was nothing he had to be ashamed of and that having a some issues after such a traumatic event didn't mean he was weak. "I'm sleeping loads better." He winced and admitted, "I hate being dependent on the sleeping pills, though. They're addicting and I hate to think I'll have a hard time coming off them when this is all done with." If it's ever done with…

"You'll cross that bridge when you come to it. And you shouldn't think about the medicine that way," Ianto reassured. "Diabetics need insulin. Someone with a broken arm needs a sling. Someone with a heart problem needs on a pacemaker. They're sick. You're sick. And you're all doing what you need to to heal."

Fish nodded and sat down. He tried not to voice the fear that he'd be fighting the PTSD for the rest of his life. "Bloody pills are a menace, but they've helped a lot. I'd still be a prisoner in my own home without them."

"I'm sure once you're settled the side effects will calm down," Ianto said.

"That's what Vasquez said," Fish replied with a nod. He certainly hoped it was true. To his mortification, the drugs had caused him to put on half a stone and had destroyed his sex life, even though there hadn't been much of one anyway since he'd gotten out of hospital. "We're going to be doing phone sessions while I'm away."

"He thinks you're okay to travel?" Ianto asked, a little concerned.

Fish nodded. "He thinks I'm ready and, to be honest, I've got to get out of here, mate. No offence, but..." he trailed off and waved around the Hub. "This is all too much for me right now."

"Take all the time you need, Fish." Ianto jerked his head at the sword hanging on its hooks. "I should've taken time after all that. It was stupid of me not to. It was my pride, you know? Listen, you ring any time, day or night, if you need anything. Even if you don't, ring to let us know how you are."

Fish smiled, "I will."

"Henry must be thrilled you two are getting away for so long, even if it's a little delayed," Ianto said.

Fish nodded. "He is and he's never been to Australia. Nearly five hundred years old and he's never been outside Europe or North American, can you believe that? We're going to take it slow, see how it goes, but Anna's over the moon. If and when we get to Australia it'll be the longest I've ever spent there since I left for university and I was just sixteen then. We're renting a flat nearby so we can spend time with her, Robert and the kids. If it all goes well, we're going to travel around Asia since neither of us have ever been. China. Korea. Japan. India. Maybe Thailand and Malaysia and the Philippines."

"That sounds wonderful, Fish," he said. "We'll be here if you come back."

Fish echoed, "If I come back."

"I know Jack gave you the option. If you don't come back, I hope you'll visit sometimes, because I'll miss my friend," Ianto said with a warm smile.

"What do you think I should do?" he asked.

Ianto leaned against the desk. He furrowed his brow and said, "Only you can decide that. It's not my place to have an opinion." He grinned and teased, "But if you're fishing for me to throw myself at you and beg you not to leave and tell you that you're indispensable to the team and we'd never get on without you…"

He threw his head back and laughed. "C'mon, mate, you know me better than that. I'm asking honestly. What would you do if you were me?"

"I'm not you, Fish." He felt the other man staring at him. He took a deep breath and said, "I remember I overheard someone telling their kid that an adult can do whatever they wanted, but they don't have the freedom to."

Fish winced. "That sounds about right."

Ianto held up his finger and wagged it. "See, I don't think that's true. We like to think that the script of life is dragging us along, and it does to some extent. But not as much as we think." He jerked his head back towards his sword again. "We're creatures of habit and when life throws us a bump like that? We like to think we don't have choices, but the truth is we don't want to make them. I could've taken time off. I could've chosen to leave. I could've found a different path."

"But you stayed."

Ianto nodded. "I stayed. I stayed because, consciously or not, I thought being Torchwood was just the way it was." He hesitated and then blurted, "If I had it to do all over again? I'd grab Jack and get as far away from here as I could, spend my whole life with him, and die old and grey in his arms." He looked up at his friend and said, "But that wasn't what I chose. And an alien creature with venomous, razor sharp claws was the end of me."

Fish sat back. "I get what you're saying, Ianto, I do, but there's this burn inside me that says this is where I belong. Vasquez says I need to get away, get some distance, gain some perspective. I need to see life outside of all this. So, that's what I'm doing, but for now, my plan is to come back after I've had a bit of space." Fish shook his head and furrowed his brow in confusion. "It's hard to explain. Deep down in my gut, I feel like this is where I belong. I felt it the minute Gwen brought me down the lift. It's like it's in my bones, this place."

Ianto felt his eyes sting. "You'll have plenty of time to think."

"I will," he said. He stood up and put some more of his things into the box. "Henry and I might need a new compromise." A crooked grin came over his face. "We might start a family."

The statement sent a surge of shock and nerves through Ianto that he quickly reined in. "Surrogate or adoption?"

"Not sure yet," he said, shrugging. "We're just talking now."

"It's strange, I never wanted kids before," Fish said, grinning. "Don't know why I fancy making myself a father now. I'm almost fifty."

Ianto felt a lump form in his throat. "Our perspectives change."

"Sometimes I wonder if it's unfair, you know? Death by Torchwood and all that. I mean, even if I live, I'll be nearly seventy when the kid's heading to university."

Anxious to change the subject, Ianto said, "I think Gwen may be pregnant again."

Fish's grin magnified. "Really? Did she say?"

He shook his head. "No, mate, but her and Rhys have been doing in-vitro."

"I hope it works for her this time," Fish said, still smiling. He glanced over to Gwen's empty workstation. It was empty, the former PC having long gone home. "She and Evie speaking again?"

Ianto shook his head. "I know they've had a few heart to hearts over a couple bottles of wine, but things are still tense. I don't think Gwen's come out and apologised. They're barely professional but that's all. I don't know if it'll ever be right again. Gwen said some pretty hateful things."

Fish snorted and said, "You know, that kind of drama makes me glad I married a bloke. Henry and I have a row? We apologise, have sex, and it's forgotten."

Simultaneously, Fish and Ianto had a male moment, both of them picturing Gwen and Miranda sprawled naked together in bed. Both their eyes met and they laughed. Ianto said, "That'd be a sight, wouldn't it?"

Fish nodded and laughed.

"When Olivia was cross with you, did she keep after you about why she was cross? And it'd make her even more bloody angry when you had no idea?"

Fish rolled his eyes. "Like I was a bloody mind reader! She'd also never let anything go. Bring up shite I said or did years ago that had absolutely nothing to do with whatever was going on at that moment."

"Lisa did the same thing. Birds." He reached behind him and picked up his coffee mug. "Here's to going bender and never looking back."

Fish grabbed his own coffee mug and clinked it with Ianto's, even though they were both empty. "Here's to being buggered for the rest of our lives."

The two of them dissolved into fits of laughter for a few moments.

Ianto asked, "When are you off, mate? We'd all like to give you a proper send off, bit of a party."

"Oh, don't go to too much trouble," Fish said, frowning. One disastrous night, Henry had attempted to spoon behind him and had set him off. That had been when Fish's touch aversion had started. It had improved a lot, but he still became nervous in crowds where someone might accidentally push up against his back and send him into a panic. "I get nervous around crowds. The less people around the less chance something'll set me off, you know?"

"Just a couple pints down the pub, I promise. We'll go on an off night so there's not too many people. Or we'll book the whole place."

Fish didn't want Ianto to go through all that trouble, but he didn't want a panic attack or flashback embarrassing him in public. "That'd be better."

Ianto nodded. "You want me to help you to your car with that?"

"I've got it. Henry's picking me up. We're going to Evie's for drinks, maybe a bit of a late dinner," he said, checking his watch.

"Have you gone out to a restaurant yet?"

"Yeah, that quiet bistro you and Jack recommended. The food was fantastic. I'm fine if we're seated in a corner, where I can see the whole room and the door."

Ianto stood up held his arms open. "Come on, mate."

Thankfully, Fish was okay with friendly touch from people he knew. He smiled and embraced his friend, thumping him on the back a few times. He said, "You know I love you, right, Ianto?"

"I love you too, Joe," Ianto replied, his eyes stinging again.

Fish pulled back, giving his friend a watery smile. He joked, "You know, I've come a long way since I first met you lot. I reckon if you and Jack had held off asking me to 'dance' until now and I hadn't met Henry, I'd said yes."

Ianto threw his head back and laughed.

"Oh, now you tell us," Jack said as he approached the two friends.

Fish rolled his eyes, but smiled affectionately as Jack put his arm around Ianto's waist from behind. "Infected me with your fifty-first century ways, Jack."

Jack laughed, his eyes sparkling. "Well, if you and Henry'd consider a swap-"

"Henry and I don't share, but thanks anyway," Fish said, smiling.

"Got everything, Fish?" Jack asked, nodding at the box.

Fish nodded. "I'm going to go meet Henry. We're going to Evie's for some drinks, maybe a late dinner. Our flight isn't for a couple days."

"We're all going out before you leave, right?" Jack asked. He sounded like a small boy on the edge of monumental disappointment.

Ianto nodded. "We'll figure something out that's nice and quiet for you, Fish."

"Let me know. And even if we don't, I'll ring before we leave and when we get to New York."

"Give Tom my love," Jack said, sincerely.

Without thinking, Fish blurted, "I think he'd rather that come from Alice."

Jack let out a small sigh. "She misses him too, though she won't admit it. I know he still talks to Steven, but Steven doesn't want his Mum to know that."

Fish nodded. Tom's move back to New York had been motivated by a broken heart. "I know. I think Tom's being too proud."

"So's she," Jack said.

"I wonder where she gets that from," Ianto muttered and Jack pinched his side.

"I had Evie talk to him. I think that softened him up a bit."

He nodded. In truth, Jack was surprised that Alice had confided in him about her and Tom's break-up at all. While Jack's relationship with his daughter had gotten off to a rocky start, they now spoke on a more regular basis. Jack and Ianto even got to see Alice and Steven for dinner sometimes.

Jack said, "She's waiting on him. She said, 'He knows where I am and how to reach me if he wants to talk.'"

"I'll talk to Henry. He likes Alice, thinks she's a good match for Tom." Fish picked up the box, wincing internally at the odd feel of his missing finger. "We'll see if we can't get these crazy kids' heads out of their collective arses."

Jack laughed. "You need help with that?"

Fish shook his head. "I've got it. Still odd, missing this finger." He glanced up at the clock and his eyes went a bit wide. "Oopse, going to be late. Night you two."

As Fish walked towards the invisible lift, Jack and Ianto waved. When he was gone, Jack stretched upwards. "He looks good."

"Henry said he was loads better, but it's good to see it for ourselves," Ianto said, nodding.

Jack turned Fish's desk chair around, sitting on it backwards with his hands resting on the back. "How are you doing?"

Ianto narrowed his eyes at his husband in confusion. "I'm fine, Jack. Why do you ask?"

"I know this is new to you," he said, jerking his head towards the hallway. "I just want to make sure you're okay."

Ianto sat down and rolled his chair over to Jack's. They were completely alone, so the conversation was safe. "I tossed it about in my head a lot, but it's easier now that Fish isn't here. I still think about it. I'm still getting used to it. When I'm talking to him, it's all easier if I avoid it and don't think about it. It might not be the healthiest solution, but it works." He let out a small sigh. "When I remember, I feel guilty. It's like David all over again. Except I know I can't tell him this."

Jack nodded.

"Which brings up a whole new issue. Now that I know he's going to... what's going to happen to him, I feel like I have to tell him about David even more," Ianto said. He picked at a stray bit of thread coming out of the chair seat. "I just can't sort out how to do it."

Jack rolled his chair so he was close enough to put his hand on Ianto's leg. "I've always known about David. I didn't know he didn't know, though. David-" Jack broke off before he said too much about Fish's son. He tried to shove off the break in his speech quickly before his husband noticed. He shrugged and said, "History is broad strokes, not fine detail. I knew he existed, but I didn't know that Fish didn't know."

"Devil's in the details," Ianto said, wincing again. "And then there's a part of me that wonders if I shouldn't tell him. This is the kind of thing that can have a huge impact on David's life. Is it right for me to do that to a little boy?"

"Time Agent Rule Number One," Jack said.

"Stay out of time's way," Ianto echoed Hart's words. Jack shifted in his chair and his husband immediately picked up on the fidget. "What aren't you telling me, Jack?"

He frowned. "I don't know if I should tell you."

"What difference does it make at this point?" Ianto asked, shrugging.

Jack sat there for a moment, crossing his arms and thinking. He opened his vortex manipulator and tapped it, activating its silencing feature. "In my time, David is just as famous as his father. He was a renewable energy scientist."

"Like Fish," Ianto noted.

Jack nodded. "He's quoted as saying his father was the single-most influencing figure in his life."

"Well then that settles it," Ianto said, straightening.

Jack touched his arm. "But it doesn't. It doesn't tell us anything, just that Fish's life influenced him. It doesn't say that David knew him at all. And sometimes the absence of a parental figure can be just as significant as its presence."

Ianto leaned back, staring up into the Hub's cavernous ceiling. "Damned if I do. Damned if I don't."

"Exactly," Jack said, shrugging. "There are too many outcomes to the situation. We could tell Fish and David's thrilled, the two become close and Fish's influence causes David to become the famous scientist I learned about. Or David resents Fish for never being there and that never happens. Or we don't tell him and David never has the influence that led him to science. Or not having his father makes David want to incorporate the scientist father he never knew into his life. There are too many variables."

"I take it cocking that up would be bad?"

Jack nodded. "David's energy work is the foundation for the propulsion systems used in spaceships. David Porter is the father of interstellar space travel."

Ianto shook his head and scrubbed his face. The weight of exactly what was in his hands fell onto his shoulders like a tonne of bricks. "Christ."

"Fish saves us so we can travel the stars. David gives us the tools to do it," Jack said, quietly.

"So, I just sit back, and watch Fish die never knowing that his son is out there?"

"I know it's hard, Yan. But it's the way it has to be."

"He made me promise him, Jack. He told me not to let him forget," Ianto said, near tears. "He fucking begged me."

"What would Fish think is more important, Ianto?"

"I know, I know!"

Jack took Ianto's hands in his. "I'm sorry, I put this on you, Yan."

Ianto squeezed Jack's hands. "Don't be. This is what it's about, yeah? Helping each other through things."

Jack nodded and stood. "Time'll play out the way it supposed to."

Ianto also stood, and stretched. He felt better, but not much. He'd long begun to expect that Jack had already found a solution to their problem, that his husband planned to sacrifice himself in Fish's place. He had no proof but that was just the sort of thing Jack would do. There had to be another way.

"I have to do some of the tidying up, then I'll be down."

Jack nodded and disappeared of down the north stairs. Once he'd descended out of view, Ianto began seeing to the nightly chores. Not only had the team lost Fish but they'd also lost their temporary butler. Henry had stayed home, focusing on Fish's recovery. There was a cleaning rota, but the other team members didn't clean things to his standards.

The tidying up didn't take him long at all, but he was definitely ready to turn in for the night when he got downstairs. To his surprise, when he opened the door, the sultry voice of Norah Jones was drifting through their lounge. Ianto smiled and removed his tie, tossing it onto the sofa. After hanging up his suit jacket, he rolled up his shirt sleeves and unbuttoned his shirt halfway. The last thing he did was toe off his shoes and peel off his socks. Jack found him positively edible, half out of his suit and barefoot.

When he pushed their bedroom door open, a romantic scene greeted him. The room was awash in the glow of lit candles – lavender and vanilla judging by the light scent in the air. Jack was on their bed, waiting for him. He wasn't draped out in a provocative position at all. He was sitting underneath the blankets with his knees bent. His arms were draped across his knees and there was a soft, almost shy smile on his face.

"Was there something you had planned for this evening?" Ianto asked, leaning against the open door.

"Oh, I thought we could think of something," Jack said, turning up the wattage on his smile.

Ianto matched it and prowled towards his husband. Fully clothed, he draped himself on top of him, the bed linens between them. He reached into his pocket and dropped his stopwatch onto the bed.

"Well, we are still working through that list."

"Jones, Ianto Jones? I like the way you think."

Right about when Ianto slid balls deep into Jack's body, that Captain John Hart materialised in the main Hub, with a flash of light and a snapping sound.

At least the dampener he'd purchased for his manipulator had worked. The rift sensors didn't detect him and set off the alerts. Just to make sure, he strode over to one of the workstations and tapped away. He'd expected to be locked out, but his access codes still worked. When he brought up the rift alert system, he saw that the sensors hadn't detected his arrival. Hart opened his manipulator and detached the device, leaving it on the worktable he shared with Fish. His friend could dissect it later. He'd needed something cheap so he'd purchased a small, single use item. When he turned towards the north stairs, that was when he noticed the clock in the corner of the computer.

Wrong coordinates… He had intended to land at night, but not quite this early. Hart tapped at his manipulator a few times and his eyes went wide. He'd intended to return only moments after he'd left Miranda sleeping in his bed. He was over a year past the point when he'd originally left!

Hart swore and contemplated jumping again, but if he did, he wouldn't have the dampener. He'd hoped to slip back into bed with Miranda, unnoticed. Okay, it was a cowardly thing to do, but leaving had been equally cowardly.

At least, I'm consistent...

There was no hope of sneaking in unnoticed without the dampener. He stood there for a moment, weighing his choices. Either way, he'd have to face what he'd done. Miranda would likely be far more receptive to forgiving him, if he'd only been gone a few moments and it was sorely tempting, but these mistakes were often more serendipitous than they first appeared. He didn't even bother dropping his duffel bag into his old room. He just dashed back up towards the storage-room-turned-flat with it over his shoulder.

When he opened the door, the lounge was dark. He didn't bother to turn on the light. If he had, he would've noticed the room was completely different from when he'd left. He threw open the bedroom door, bolting inside and froze.

Candles were lit, bathing the room in a warm glow. Norah Jones was playing softly in the background. In the dim light, Hart didn't immediately recognise Jack and Ianto. Jack was laying on his back, his legs wrapped around Ianto's hips. The moment was clearly intimate. Both men had their arms wrapped tightly around each other, Ianto's face buried in Jack's neck as he thrust into the other man with a slow tenderness. Both of their soft moans could barely be heard over the music. Hart had stumbled upon the two men having sex before, and usually requested to join in. This was the first time he'd interrupted their love making, and this time, he felt the embarrassment of being an intruder.

The sound of the door hitting the wall startled the lovers, Ianto turning his head and catching sight of Hart. He rolled off Jack and yanked the blanket up over himself. The two men stared at him, open mouthed and wide eyed. Jack recovered his wits first. He got up off the bed and strode over to Hart.

"Where have you been?!" he demanded, grabbing Hart by the arm and shaking him.

"Oi! I got the maths wrong," Hart said matter-of-factly. He shook off Jack's grip.

Ianto seemed to forget his own modesty, getting out of bed himself to yell at him. Hart was shocked he didn't throw a punch, only shoving him. "Is that all you have to say for yourself?"

"How many times do I have to tell you to use the calculation feature?" Jack shouted.

Both men continued to yell at him angrily and Hart was a little more than intimidated which was a considerable feat as the two men yelling at him were naked.

"What are you both doing in here anyway? Aside from the obvious… Where's Miranda?" Hart shouted over them.

It was that moment that both men realised they'd been caught in flagrante delicto. Jack couldn't care less. Ianto glanced down at himself and flushed crimson, which didn't match the stern look on his face. He seemed frozen for a second, torn between picking up his clothes and getting out of sight quickly. He darted for the bathroom, tossing Jack's briefs at him.

"She moved a few months ago," Jack said as he yanked the briefs on and turned off the music.

"Where?" Hart demanded.

"She bought a flat on the bay," Ianto said. As he emerged from the bathroom, he had on a pair of pyjama bottoms. He picked up his mobile and considered for a moment whom to call. He didn't want to phone Miranda directly, that may send her frantically racing for the Hub. Fish and Henry had gone there for dinner, but he wasn't sure they'd still be there, so he settled on Methos. He dialled the other immortal's number and waited. Just as he was certain the call would go to voicemail, the call connected. "Hello? Ianto?"

"Adam? Is Mandy there?"

"Who the bloody hell is 'Adam?'" Hart asked. A rise of jealousy and panic rose in him. He opened his manipulator and tapped a few times, homing in on the mobile signal. He smashed his hand over the manipulator and vanished before Jack or Ianto could stop him.