"Why on Earth would you put him in the cells? He's not a dangerous alien."

"Gee Tosh, that's something I would have expected Gwen to say."

"Oh, bugger off Owen!"

"Guys, guys. This was John's choice. He feels that for the safety and the anonymity of the team, he shouldn't be allowed to roam free. Plus, I'll be here to watch out for him and help him when he needs it."

Ianto took a sip of coffee from the side table he was standing at. "Well, now I feel better."

"Has John had any luck on the last two bits this "Gentleman" needs?"

"Someone should go ask him."

"I will."

"Tosh, be careful."

"Owen, he's not a weevil. I'll be fine. Plus, I have some extra soup I wonder if he'd like."

"Don't get too attached to him, he won't be joining the team!"

"Jealousy is so not a good color on you, Owen." If Jack could have died, that look would have done it.

John looked up as the card swiper activated and Janet began to wail. At least this wailing was indiscernible. His previous next-door roommate had thought he was Dionne Warwick. If he heard the lines "From the moment I wake up" one more time; he was gonna bloody shoot "Dionne".

"Tosh, what a surprise."

"I brought you some soup. May I come in?" John shrugged as he rushed to stand and accept the soup.

"You don't have to do that. It's not much, just some leftovers."

John sniffed it heartily and smiled. "I was taught to always stand when a lady entered the room. Chicken noodle; my favorite." Tosh looked down and blushed just a little.

John sat and they began to talk. "So, How'd a nice techie like you end up in a place like this?"

"It's a long story."

"Everyone here seems to have that. How do you manage though? You have an emotional aura."

"Should I take that as a compliment?"

"Yes and no. Yes, because emotions are wonderful, fleeting bits of humanity. And no, because you get attached quite often, don't you? It's easier to get hurt that way. It's like wearing your heart on your sleeve." John walked over and tucked his hand under her chin. "And you do keep your heart there, don't you? It's too bad he too blind to see it."

Tosh blushed and walked to the back of the cell. "So, what's it like? Living with a "demon" inside of you?"

"Honestly?"

"Please."

"It's worse than abuse, because it never ends. Even with the truce; he's always in my mind. I suppose it does have certain benefits though. I hope that's not too honest for you."

"You don't have to stay here. You're not an animal."

"That's where our opinions differ Tosh. I view myself as an almost animal being."

"That can't be good for your mental health." After a second, they both chuckled a bit.

"So young to have so much on your shoulders."

"I could say that about you as well."

"I was always mature. But I would expect that you know what that's like. As do you, Jack. Hi!" John looked past Tosh to the cameras and waved, grinning large. " I do know you are watching and I don't blame you either." Jack shrugged and waved back, wondering if John could actually see him.

"Can't you just force him out? Would you even want to at this point?"

"I wish I could. Wish I had an answer because of the never-ending parade of torment he rips through what I used to view as power. Even if I could tell who you were in love with, I wouldn't. But Darius, Darius doesn't care who he hurts or who he kills."

"Do you think you did it?"

"No. And I know Darius didn't. But when your best friend turns away because he finds out certain things that neither can change, than decides to be your "hero", it can be a bit too much, can't it?"

"I suppose so."

"Thank you for the soup, Tosh. I know Ianto would have brought it, but thank you for coming."

"How do you know so much?"

"Memory sense. He has the sense of the servant, but the power of something more. I suspect that's why it's all over Jack as well. Are they?"

"Yes, very much so."

"And what about you?"

"What about me?"

"Smart, attractive, and capable. You can't tell me that you haven't..."

"No, and I don't think it's severely appropriate to bring it up."

"No, I guess it wouldn't be, would it? Never seems to be at all. Are you..."

"Am I what?"

"Ever going to get around to asking me about the next two killings?"

"That's the ulterior motive for the soup."

"Dang, I do wish ulterior motives came with meatball subs."

Jack looked from the CCTV footage to Ianto. Ianto sighed inwardly.

"Shall I make that two sir?"

"You're a good man, Ianto Jones."

"I know sir. I know."

"You should know that what you are looking for when it comes to the vocal chords, that you should look for any visiting opera singers. Classical training would be the best, at any rate."

"Why?"

Tosh's intercom beeped. "Tosh, we've got Gwen on it. Ask John if Owen could run some tests?"

"Owen wants to run tests, does he? Tell him that I don't do tests. Especially from jealous doctors."

"That's slightly disconcerting, having you know things before I ask."

Tosh's intercom beeped again. "Tosh, tell him I'm not "jealous"!"

"I'll remember that, Tosh. I'll remember that."

"So...why?" Tosh began to head for the door and as John answered, it slid shut.

"Because classically trained singers have the best worked vocal chords. Didn't you see the connection?" John's fingers sat in a few of the air holes.

"Oh yes! Obviously, he'd want the best he could get for his parts."

"You are a smart one, Tosh."