Ianto watched as every one left, Jack had asked frequently if he was going to be okay on his own. Ianto nervously said that he would be fine, though now that he was actually alone he wondered whether or not he was okay. The hub was strange, and it scared him. He much preferred to be outside on the streets, in the open where he knew what should happen. He didn't know what to think about dinosaurs flying above his head, though he knew they were meant to be extinct. He knew what should happen, what should be there, in his mind he knew what was supposed to be right. But he was stuck in a place that seemed so wrong. Computers shouldn't look like that, he thought as he stared at Toshiko's work stations. Pieces of technology like that shouldn't be here yet. He missed Jack. The older man had captivated him, brought him to life and helped him through everything. The thought that he one day might leave scared him.

He sat on the floor, cross legged. He didn't know why he felt so comfortable in that position. He read the files that Jack had given him, he was determined to feel part of this team. He read the files through four times, testing himself on the knowledge. Five murders, four men stabbed from behind, one woman stabbed from the front. Jack had informed him that the knew victim was also a male and had been stabbed from the back. He knew the dates of murders, who did autopsies, what the results were, and he knew practically everything about the victims. What he didn't understand was why Torchwood was looking into them.

There was nothing alien about them. He remembered Jack saying something about a glove, he had given Ianto the file on that too, which he had read seven times. It didn't make a sense. A metallic glove with the power to bring back some one from life, even if it was temporary. No, that's just wrong. Once dead you should always be dead. He thought about what Jack had said about him not being able to die. Jack was wrong too, but the man knew it, made no case in denying it. Ianto admired his honesty, even if it was only to him. He didn't know why Jack had confided in him. But he knew it had helped Jack, and himself settle.

The cogs door rolled open and Ianto stood up quickly. Jack smiled at him, and Ianto smiled back with just as much enthusiasm. "Did you read it?" Jack asked as he stood close to the young man.

"Yes. Did the glove work?"

"For about a minute and a half," Owen laughed.

"That's the longest it's worked so far," Ianto pointed out.

"How do you know that?" Suzie asked.

"It's in the report," Ianto shrugged. "The first time you tried it, it worked for ten point nine seconds, the second fifteen point ten..."

"You remember it all?" Owen asked a little baffled.

"Yeah." Ianto shrugged.

"Weird," Suzie smiled. "You must have been made with a good memory."

"He was made to be perfect remember," Toshiko smiled.

"And so far I'm not seeing any faults," Jack smiled. He watched as a blush crept on Ianto's cheeks, it made him look even more perfect.

"So, what are we going to do about that police woman?" Suzie asked.

"She didn't see much." Toshiko commented.

"If we see her again then we'll give her the retcon." Jack sighed. "She'll probably go home, go to sleep and not think about us again."

"Mind if we head home now?" Owen yawned. "Been a hell of a long day."

"Sure," Jack smiled. "I'll try not to call you in with any more murders."

"Bye Jack, Night Ianto." Toshiko smiled.

"Bye," Ianto smiled.

"So, what do you want to do?" Jack grinned.

"Can I look through some folders?" Ianto asked anxiously. "Only, I want to understand everything that goes on here."

"Course, I'll show you to the archives. Read what you like down there," Jack smiled. The older man signalled for Ianto to follow him, which he did eagerly.

The archives could only be described as a mess. "When was the last time any one has been down here?" Ianto coughed, as he moved his hand in front of his face not to breath in any of the dust particles that were flying around freely.

"A while," Jack laughed.

"Would you mind if I cleaned it?" Ianto asked, he was still unsure where he was supposed to fit in.

"Do what you want. In fact it will be perfect if you could actually put them in some sort of order."

"I'll try my best," Ianto smiled.

"Want some company?" Jack asked as he settled on what looked to be a chair, but with the dust it was hard to tell.

"I'd like that," Ianto grinned. He'd like that a lot.