Ianto felt his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to remain calm. He felt in his pockets and found, to his relief, his phone. "Who kidnaps someone and forgets to search them?"

That in mind, his hand went to his hip and he found the taser gone. OK… so they sort of searched him.

"Don't panic. You know you are fine. Only been gone for…." Ianto holds up his phone and hits the button to light the screen. "Oh. Ten hours. Lovely. Fuck me sideways."

Ianto let his hand drop as he now knew the cavalry was not likely coming as it would have been here already with loud explosions, at least one London twat falling on his arse at some stage and telling Ianto he needed more dry cleaning… better not have lost that jacket he gave him to stick in the dry cleaners last time… and a Great Coat flying. Oh… and Gwen ruining another pair of fucking heels. What is wrong with that woman? At least Toshiko's soft question if he needed anything would be welcome. "Yes please blossom… shoot that Londoner for me love? Gotta be your turn by now."

That momentary glance not only started the brain box muttering also told him two things that he was unsure how to react about a well.

Battery is down to 50%.

No bars.

"Great… either I am buried too deep for a signal to get out or I am somewhere without local service" Ianto said out loud "Ianto. Mate. You're talking to yourself."

Ianto snorted at the Owenesque voice he had used then let his eyes close. I know. Dark anyway but it helps. Like… gives the illusion that he chose darkness for a moment… not that he is totally blind anyway like. BLIND… no… stop it. Saw the phone.

Think fuckwit.

OK… that was not Owen. That was Rhiannon now. Always was a caustic bitch. This made him smile as he knew if she were here she would have killed him while body-slamming agonist the walls with open fury like a Tasmanian Devil… or a hippo. Aw… not nice …. She never could do small spaces.

You know, once when they were kids they did play a hide-n-seek game where she hid in the huge wooden chest at the foot of Nainny's bed. Covered with the blankets she had pulled from the chest and placed on the lid before sliding in under said lid, clearly not thinking about the fact that weight would make it harder to push up to get out. Of course… she realized this once she got in and tried to push it open to get out almost immediately, making the blankets move. Of course the latch fell closed and she was trapped. She may have only been seven at the time but she was instantly pissed as hell. Ianto was only three so what was he to know of a length of play to a game or even the rules if they always found one another by now. So he wandered about grizzling because he was bored. Nainny got him a samage and he sat down and forgot about her.

Nainny had asked him some time later where his sister was and he told her she was hiding still maybe, so Nainny looked. By the time Rhiannon was released from the chest with a scolding for the blankets everywhere she was white as a sheet, shaking and drenched with sweat, snot and tears. First thing she did was race downstairs to the little boy on the couch with his stupid book and start smacking the shit out of him.

Ianto's smile faded. Yeah. A real bitch in a tight situation.

"I am sure going down memory lane right now helps this situation… right?" Ianto asked himself "Well… breathing air. Ten hours, not about to run out then. Would have before now."

Ianto sniggered as he felt his head for lumps and bumps, finding a large egg. Lovely. Hopefully no brain munching alien brain burster or something. Now the image of one of Ripley's little chest bursters coming out of his head with a rather pissy attitude like his sister had emerged from that chest had him sniggering hysterically as he tried to remain calm.

"Get a fucking grip Jonesey. Come on. Help is not coming… create your own destiny. Oh god… that sounds so daft. Come on Ianto… think" Ianto looked around with the torch on the phone, seeking door, hinges… a line to show a break in the seams… anything. It was as slick as a certain Captain under pressure. "God. Stop thinking about him. Think about yourself."

He suddenly had a thought and he reached back behind his head with his phone and took a photo, then brought it around to check the wound. Nasty. Ewww. OK… it is too high for the tracker. Really? Oh god. The tracker is still in? OK. OK. Breathe. Ten hours and no dry cleaning or cream buns for lunch… surely they are looking for him. The phone can be traced.. it is on. Wait… ten hours?

"Fuck. 50%. How long does that give me?" Ianto muttered "Right. Needs a five minute window for a ping… so… turn it on for five minutes every hour on the hour? Great…. Good job deciding to be in here for another ten hours Jonesey."

Ianto laughed hollowly as himself and let his head fall back then… look at the ceiling.

"You have got to be kidding."

Ianto started to laugh softly as he stared up at the ceiling and saw a way out…. If he could reach.

Oh man.

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Sooo…. New questions.

What is above him?

What does he find on the other side?

Does he choose to follow the obvious route of deviate like a crazy motherfucker?

Once in an open area… where is he?