"Okay, here's the deal ," said the woman evenly. She warily eyed the guns still being pointed at her.

"You can put those things away 'cause I can already tell you - they won't work on me."

Jack's expression turned curious.

"And why's that, now?" The woman's smile cracked into an infectious grin as she spoke (with an entirely subtle amount of mischief).

"I'm just like you, my darling Jack. I can't die."

Jack's growing headache reached a new level of pain.

"THIS IS SO TYPICAL, HARKNESS!"

The mysterious woman, named Molly, was currently being held in the cells as Tosh, Owen, Gwen, and Ianto sat around the boardroom table watching her on the screen. Jack paced.

"So, obviously, this woman knows us, more importantly me, but from where? Where did she come from? Better yet, when did she come from?"

Molly was also pacing in a similar fashion, her short hair swaying slightly with the movement. She looked directly at the CCTV camera.

"WHATEVER YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, YOU DROP IT IN THE FUCKING CELLS! IT WASN'T ENOUGH THAT I HAD ON YOUR SODDING COAT -"

"Could've stolen it," Jack muttered.

"OR I HAD A BLEEDING LETTER FROM YOURSELF -"

"Forged," he scoffed.

"I'M FROM THE BLOODY FUTURE, YOU IDIOT! I SWEAR TO GOD, WHEN IANTO HEARS ABOUT THIS WHEN I GET BACK -" She broke off on an angry sigh, rubbing a hand overher eyes before turning her face once again to the camera. She looked more than a little aggravated.

"I let you keep me down here for long enough... I think it's time we had a chat!" The live feed to the cells went dead, and the team scrambled to their feet. The move was completely unnecessary as there was a sudden knock on the door, which was also completely unnecessary as the doors blew open, revealing a grim-faced Molly.

"If you won't listen to me, I'll make you, because you have to."

The four of them previously in chairs found themselves back in them; Jack was rooted to the spot, his hands seemingly glued to the table.

"Just what do you think yo-" Jack was swiftly cut off.

"No. You don't understand, you have to listen to me. In three days, my past self will be coming here; she'll know how to get in, so don't be so surprised. When she gets here, she'll know that I've been here, too; she's seen it. You have to let her join you. If you don't, you'll screw up the future, and I can tell you now that you really don't want to do that - you were all pretty happy when I left."

All eyes were on Molly as she smiled.

"Besides, I don't think my Jack will survive very lond without his coat." Her eyes landed on Jack, noticing his still stunned expression.

"All right, that's it. One of you has to believe me, and I don't care how." Her glance shifted and landed on Ianto.

"Oh, this is going to be fun."

"No!" Jack shouted, his eyes wild and focused on his lover. Ianto's eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he slumped in his chair. As if held up by strings, his body floated up and moved towards Molly. Ianto's body went out the doors first, as Molly continued to stare at Jack, their gazes locked. He didn't know what, but there was a hint of something burning behind her eyes. With a swift glance at each of the rest of them in their chairs, she was gone. The doors shut behind her with a definitive 'click' before their bodies regained control. Before Jack could reach for his gun, it disappeared, along with everyone else's. His hands slammed down on the table.

"Shit!"