I know this is a super short chapter and I'm sorry about that – I would prefer it to be longer but it sort of sets the story out. Another chapter should be coming soon though and it should be longer. Please read and review.

As the night passed slowly, Ianto's thoughts finally moved away from Lisa and the Battle and Canary Wharf and moved to another time in his past when he had stayed awake all night:

Ianto Jones was seven. It was 11pm one Thursday night. He had been in bed for three hours and had yet found any sleep. The screams and shouts from the room across the hallway crept into his room – it had been happening more and more lately and each time the shouting got worse and worse. The shouting had started an hour and a half ago almost as soon as his older sister had gone to bed. Ianto was scared – he sat up in his bed and brought his knees up to his chin and stared at them muttering to himself trying to convince himself everything was just a very realistic nightmare. It didn't work and Ianto found himself crying – terror shaking through the seven year olds body. As quietly as he could, the seven year old climbed out of bed. He walked across his room and a shaky hand reached out for the door handle. He pulled the door open then pulled it closed behind him once he had stepped out into the hall. He entered his sister's room and stood, leant against the door, looking at her. Rhiannon was lying with a pillow over her head lying facing away from Ianto. She looked as if she was asleep but Ianto knew she wasn't. He had tried her technique many times but it had never worked for him. Even still, Ianto didn't disturb his sister, just looking at her made the seven year old feel safer. Ianto stood leant against the door for five minutes before his sister turned around and saw him. The thirteen year old sat up in her bed looking at her brother who stood, leant against her bedroom door in thin pyjamas. "Ianto, aren't you cold?"

Ianto didn't move and he didn't answer the question but he did speak. "I can't sleep," he whimpered. His words could only just be heard over the shouts from their parents. Rhiannon beckoned Ianto over to her bed and for the rest of the night brother and sister sat together listening to screams and shouts but feeling safe in each other's presence.

Ianto was cut out of his thoughts from the sudden creak of the door – he quickly sat up from where he was lying to see what was coming through the door. He had always worried that his dad would suddenly reappear one night:

Ianto Jones was nine. He was lying in his sleeping bag too excited to sleep instead he lay listening to the wind blowing across the tent. The day he had just had had been amazing - his dad had taken Ianto and Rhiannon camping for the weekend to give their mum a peaceful weekend. It was now their last night before they would have to travel home and Ianto was looking forward to telling his mum all about the trip. The past two nights had been great – it had been much easier to sleep without all the shouting though it hadn't been as bad as it had been a couple of years ago. Ianto started thinking of the events earlier that day when he and his dad had ganged up on Rhiannon and soaked her with water. Ianto hadn't seen his dad laugh so much for ages but beyond the laughter Ianto could see sorrow but the nine year old had dismissed it not wanting anything to ruin the perfect day he was having. Ianto was disturbed from his thoughts by the sound of a car engine, close to his tent and the screeching of car wheels. The nine year old scrambled out of his sleeping bag and ran out of the tent, eager to know why a car was so close to his tent. As he ran out he met Rhiannon, who was now fifteen years old, guessing she had had the same idea as he had, Ianto turned to look towards the car. It was pretty far away now but somehow Ianto knew his dad was in the car leaving Ianto and Rhiannon in the middle of nowhere. All the two could do was stare after the car until it disappeared beyond the hilltops.

For the rest of the night, brother and sister stood huddled together staring towards the hills where the car had disappeared. Neither were bothered by the low temperature and as soon as the sun rose the next morning the two packed up their belongings and left as silently as possible, disappearing beyond the hilltops.

"Ianto?" Ianto was once again snapped out of his thoughts and he quickly opened his eyes when he heard the sudden voice only breathing a sigh of relief when he saw Jack by the bed.

"Sir!" Ianto jumped out of bed once he had gathered his thoughts.

"Get back into bed Ianto," Jack whispered. "And keep the noise down or you'll wake the whole B&B!" Ianto listened to Jack before quickly nodding and sitting down on the bed.

"What are you doing in here?" Ianto questioned.

"I was coming in to see if you were alright," Jack explained. "You've been very quiet since we left Wales." Ianto looked at the clock by the side of the bed then turned back to Jack.

"At two in the morning?" Ianto pointed out to Jack. "And I've been thinking since we left Wales."

"Sorry, did I wake you?" Jack asked worriedly. "I forget about the time sometimes you see."

"It's fine sir," Ianto smiled as he cut off Jack before he could start rambling on. "Can you leave me to sleep?" Ianto didn't think he was going to sleep that night but he didn't want to talk to Jack all night. For some reason the memories he had hidden many years back were coming back to him and he didn't like it. Ianto needed to think of a way to stop them.