A/N: Hello, thanks for picking this up, this is Torchwood: Consequences my own version of a new Torchwood series. All episodes will be published here in parts these parts will be published closely apart not to lose the touch. So here's Torchwood Consequences: Episode 1 Part 1. Enjoy~!
Disclaimer: Takes place around 9 months after the events of Children of Earth. And Torchwood doesn't belong to me (unfortunately...).
Torchwood: Consequences
Episode 1: The Spirit of Water
The man woke up breathing heavily. Both his head and his heart were pounding from the shock. He felt his blood trying its best to make way through his veins, as if for the first time discovering the narrow, clotted passages. The numbness mixed with pain and he thought they would explode any second now. He took a deep breath just to find out that he had very little oxygen to breath. He tried looking around but it was pitch dark, he couldn't even see the tip of his nose. He felt his surroundings and he was sure he was trapped in a box of some sort. Above him there was wood but he was lying on a soft, silky pillow of some sort. He had a suit on him and a tie. A suit? He never wore suits... At least not if he could avoid it.
He sniffed. The smell of decomposition burned his nostrils. He felt slimy bugs walking on his wrists, travelling to other parts of his body. He shook his hand and found out that they were not only on him but in the whole box.
He tried his best to deny the truth but he was quite certain of where he was. A coffin. Buried, probably five feet underground. But how? The last thing he remembered was working in a coffee shop in London. He'd remember if he were shot or died of a disease, wouldn't he? But no, there was nothing. Nothing and he was stuck in a coffin. He panicked. He started kicking the lid shouting to let him out. He tried to open the coffin but it barely moved. He felt tears flowing down his face and he heard them gently hit the silk underneath him.
He knew he had barely enough air to last him ten minutes. He didn't bother to think how he could deduce such an information. He kept screaming and shouting and calling for help but he knew that the coffin and the ground standing on the way between him and the surface made it impossible for his voice to reach anybody.
"Jack..." he whispered not even knowing why. His old school mate wouldn't help him now. And he didn't know any other Jacks. He wept again having no strength left in his arms. He breathed in without much success. There was barely enough oxygen for him to stay conscious. "Jack..." he whispered again, on the edge of fainting. His mind didn't even record this word, as his eyes closed and his consciousness drifted away.
o*o*o
Captain John Hart entered the bar, hands on his hips, chin up, a handsome grin stretched across his face and looking sexy. He ignored the curious gazes and looked around. It was like any other in this part of the galaxy: the Platorion girls and boys showing off their orange skin and black tattoo-like birthmarks, neon lights coming from the white tales on the floor and the barman cleaning the glass vials looked as displeased as any and all other barmen in the universe. He ignored all that and looked for someone who denied the stereotype. He found three: two aliens and a human.
The aliens closely resembled the rightful inhabitants of Platorion but their eyes, glowing bright purple looked out of place and when one looked more carefully he could see they were not seated but floating just a few millimetres above the seats and when they weren't careful their body passed through the glass and furniture like it was air. John recognized these figures. The Rentrers were made of space dust and could take on any form they wanted. All he knew about their race was that they were dangerous and he knew better than to try and find out more.
He shifted his gaze at the human: a much more interesting find for him. He smiled seeing that the man was also looking at him. There wasn't even a little flicker of welcoming in his eyes. He was irritated, arms crossed on his chest, sometimes glancing at his vial to see if his drink was still there.
"Hello Jack!" the Captain approached the man in the grey military coat slowly, as if not wanting to hurry it.
"John," Jack nodded slightly as if just to say he acknowledges his existence.
"Funny thing, Jack, I've searched for you all over the universe and I find you in this dump..." John noted and turned around to order himself a drink, "same as him" as he put it. There was no answer from Jack's side so he continued: "How's Torchwood doing after last time? How are your little Eye Candy and Gwen?"
Jack sighed, his eyes distant but voice clear and firm: "Gwen is expecting a child." he explained - he thought it best not to mention anything about Ianto. And he could smile when speaking about Gwen.
John laughed at this and took a sip of his blue coloured drink. It felt as if this time it was him ignoring Jack. He closed his eyes tightly. "Strongest alcohol in the whole universe," he commented and started chuckling again. "Not even a father yet but you're already making mistakes..."
"I'm not the father!" Jack growled already knowing where the conversation was going to lead. "She has a husband, you know?" he turned to the bar and directed the conversation elsewhere: "Anyways, what do you want?"
John exhaled air prolonging the silence. He hoped not to end the small talk so quickly.
"There's a little gadget I want to steal from... well... the local authorities," John explained and glanced at Jack's eyes. They showed no sign of interest: neither approbation nor criticism. "Could be useful in the future, worth a lot more than this lot here thinks."
The former Torchwood leader's eyes remained the same. He looked irritated by the request.
"And what do you need me for?" he asked scanning the vials behind the bar looking for maybe something stronger.
"Just thought it would be more fun if I did it with you," John sounded innocent when he said that but Jack was more than well trained in reading under his presumably normal lines.
He turned around to face the girl to his right. She had a blue long-sleeved shirt reaching just above her waist showing of a black birth-mark that looked like an ink splatter on the cards that psychologists use. Her thick hair was short and pointy; face of a young adult, not spoilt by too much make up.
"Do you want me to buy you a drink?" he asked bluntly and gazed at her cheeks glowing bright orange in response. She hesitated for a moment but before she uttered the bashful "yes" John had already regained Jack's attention.
"I sit beside you, talk to you and in the middle of the conversation you still have the guts to flirt with somebody on my very own eyes?" he asked shocked. "Could you be a little more delicate at least? You and I have a past, you know."
Jack turned to him and gazed at him angrily. "A past is the right word. I'd rather all that we ever had stayed there," he said and stood up. John followed his lead and the next second a fist landed on Jack's cheek. Eyes turned to them.
Jack leaned on the stool where the punch hurled him. He waited for John to slowly walk over to him and pulled his arm at the same time pushing his knee into the other's stomach.
People started whispering all around the two fighters. Panic spread when John's third blow came knocking Jack of his legs. The Rentrers were the first ones to leave and most of the Platorions followed them.
Jack stood up leaning on the bar to help himself. He glanced at the girl who was now just centimetres away from him. He held her chin in his hand and kissed her on the lips.
"Be right back with you," he smiled and John pulled him back and pushed him in the opposite direction. Jack stood up and returned the blow. This time it was John leaning on a table and drinking an abandoned vial. He took out his gun and by the time the last bullet was shot into the ceiling the bar was empty with just a few youngsters hiding under the tables because of the fighting pair blocking their exit.
The guards entered the bar knocking the door out just in time to see Jack holding John by his red jacket, fist raised in the attempt to hit him.
"And now for the grand finale!" he said and kissed John on the lips. The guards separated them just before John's hands rested on Jack's head to return the kiss. He opposed but it was six against two and they hadn't the slightest chance to win without bloodshed. They laughed hard; wrists cuffed making comments about the orange skinned officers as they were led out of the bar.
o*o*o
Rhys looked into Gwen's eyes and saw only happiness which now they both shared. He had never seen her happier than now - even at their wedding and when she bestowed him the news. Of course judging by what was happening at that time it was a lot harder to focus on those happy moments, mostly because of those bloody aliens. But now that Torchwood was gone both of them could be happy. Sometimes, though, he saw that tiny glimmer of longing in her eyes. But he was more than satisfied to have Jack finally gone out of their life. For those few days before its birth he wondered if Gwen would suggest Jack as the baby's name but thankfully she denied it an option.
"Alexander..." Gwen whispered the name with excitement for probably the hundredth time today.
Rhys kissed her and could feel her lips shaping a smile as she pulled away after a few satisfying moments.
"Oh, stop it!" she said teasingly and Rhys smiled. Their attention returning to the newborn. It's eyes were partly shut probably because of the strong spring sun making its way through the white curtain. It had Rhys' eyes but although he kept saying it was his little clone that was where the similarities ended. The dark, almost black hair was most definitely from it's mother's side as well as his cheeks. Although it was just a few weeks old Gwen had already lost her count how many times her and Rhys' parents fought as to who the baby resembles more.
Rhys took out a rattle from the baby-basket, which had a lot more toys than was necessary, and started playing with Alex. The phone rang. Gwen quickly recognized her ring tone. She had changed it after Torchwood and then again just before Alex's birth. It was now a theme song from a baby TV show and sounded a bit awkward for her taste but her motherly instinct to take pride in having a baby controlled everything even her cell phone. Her wallpaper presented the face of her newborn child.
She left the room before answering and Rhys displeased recognized the voice she used whenever she was talking business.
"Yes, that's me," Gwen said to the speaker, her voice instinctively camouflaged her uncertainty. She listened for a few moments to the voice in the phone and then obviously annoyed tried cutting in a few times - without much success. "I already said it a few times already: I will notget involved with aliens ever again, thank you very much," her voice was now raised but calm and showing that she was in the higher position. A voice that met no denial. Another thing she had learned in Torchwood. Her quick steps right afterwards suggested she had hung up before the caller had even the slightest chance to react.
She kissed Rhys again: it was the "back from work snog" as her husband used to call it. He looked at her just once more to ensure himself it was better not to speak of any Torchwood related things at the moment. The phone rang again disturbing them again. Her face first showed anger but quickly changed when instead of 'withheld' there was a familiar name on the mobile screen.
"Hello Andy," she said with a smile. Rhys could easily guess she was more than delighted to have a chance to speak with her friend about her new born. This time he was able to hear Andy's voice since Gwen didn't leave the room.
"Hey Gwen, how's little Alex doing?" the policeman asked. Gwen's smile faded as she read behind the lines of that seemingly casual greeting. She knew her former partner well enough to know that he wasn't just asking (on behalf of everyone in the office as well) about her baby's health.
"He's fine, thanks," Gwen's voice now lacked the friendliness it used to have but at the same time showed concern for her partner. "Andy, what is going on?" she asked.
"You see... I know it's your maternity leave and everything, but... There's no one else I could ask for help."
o*o*o
Ianto woke up gasping. He breathed deeply for a few moments happy to have any oxygen to breath with. His head was pounding and the bright light burning his eyes. It took him some time to get used to it and he could easily look around. He was lying on the much too familiar steps of the bay.
"Cardiff," he said a bit too loudly, his voice not yet adjusted. The far away voices of the cities kept pulsing inside his head from really quiet to awfully loud.
As far as he remembered he was working in London. London, not Cardiff.
People were walking past him glaring at him and probably thinking he had been too drunk to reach his house the night before. He sat down leaning on his arms for balance. He waited for his head to adapt and then slowly but steadily he stood up. It wasn't as bad as he imagined. He tried blocking of the judging looks people were sending him. The obvious struck him as soon as he remembered that the pitch black coffin he was in was far too real to be just a dream. He needed coffee.
He searched his pockets and found a few quid - just enough for a good cappuccino that he hoped would help his mind process better. After all, he had no idea what had happened. His first thought was clinical death. But wouldn't he remember if he had died? The memories he had seemed as distant as another life. They didn't belong to now, they lacked freshness and were too scarce to have been from a short while ago. For some reason he was sure that something had happened. Something that brought death upon him. But first and foremost: coffee and news.
He went into the coffee shop he knew since teenage years. He stopped at the end of the line but glares and whispers that were coming from everywhere made him doubtful. Was there something on his face? He left the line and headed towards the bathroom. He couldn't have looked that bad... He looked into the mirror and now could easily tell why he was the subject of people's conversations. It really was that bad.
His clothes were dusty and now that he thought about it they smelled of mustiness. There were also a few holes in his jacket. His tie obviously was red some time ago but now it was so grey that the color was hard to distinguish. The suit also looked bleached. His hair was a few centimeters longer than he used to wear it and not only did it stand in every possible direction it was filthy: greasy and with dust and sand in between the strands.
But it was his face that presented itself the worst. His skin was white. Not just pale: white. Like that of a ghost. Lips were almost purple, eyes looked dead.
The shock lasted only a few seconds before reason took control over his brain. He looked around just to make sure nobody was there and went out to see if anybody was coming. He slipped out and into the next door which he remembered was employees only. It was a closet with all the chemicals and cleaning devices. He found a sign that said out of order and disappeared back into the bathroom hanging it on the doorknob before locking the door. He had no time to wonder how he thought of it and where did he learn to sneak like that.
He corrected his hair and shirt (as he decided to throw the jacket and tie out as soon as possible) - best he could while waiting for the water from the sink to become hot. He then washed his face. It was when his hands touched the warm water that he realized he was freezing - another reason why everybody was staring at him - he didn't have a coat on. But the warmth didn't bring any circulation to his cheeks. They were still pale. He did however feel better and now that he had his hair done he thought he looked at least a little bit presentable.
He left the bathroom making sure nobody was on the corridor outside and returned to the line. He looked around moving forward automatically behind the man in front of him in the queue. The coffee shop wasn't the one he remembered from when he was last in Cardiff. The wallpaper was red with flowery decor and had a much more retro look. The arrangement of the tables was different as well. There was now a second floor and spiral stairs stood in one corner. In fact, the only thing that hadn't changed was the name: "Poppy".
"What can I get for you, sir?" the woman behind the counter asked disturbing him. He jumped and turned to her.
"Ah, yes..." he glanced at the coffee list quickly. "Just coffee..." he decided. "Preferably large and hot," he added smiling.
The girl turned to make the coffee. She was wearing pony tails and was quite young by the looks of it. Maybe not a student yet. Her name plate said: "Suzy". She had short red hair and had a fashionable feeling to her as well. Freckles didn't spoil her beauty. She was of average hight, maybe a bit taller than most girls but looked clumsy, the way she stood slightly hunching and sort of jumping when she walked.
"That'll be two pounds," the girl said putting the newly made coffee in front of Ianto. He put a few coins on the counter. "Cold outside inn't?" she said, friendly irony present in her voice.
"Yes, very," Ianto said ignoring her tone. He took the coffee and left the coffee shop, bumping into a police officer on the way out. Both of them ignored it and went on.
It really was freezing outside. The coffee in his hands didn't help much. He noticed his fingers were white and nails almost purple - he was obviously lacking blood in his veins. He stood in front of "Poppy", coffee slowly emptying and feeling just a tiny bit warmer. He thought for a while but the answer didn't come to him at all. He had absolutely no clue where he should go now.
o*o*o
"So, what do you want me to get you?" Andy asked sitting Gwen by the table. He could feel rage pouring out of his former partner. He knew well enough not to anger her even more.
"Just tea," Gwen said trying her best not to act like she's mad. Didn't work quite well. But she had all the reason for being angry. First there was the phone from the government asking her to work for them and now Andy had a case where apparently something supernatural was involved. She felt guilty and sorry for Andy. He was always in the middle of her problems and Torchwood but she never explained him anything. He still trusted her though. Enough to ask her to be his partner and to help with this case. "Sorry Andy..." she said when sure he wouldn't hear her.
She turned around to look outside. The queue was long and she knew she would have to wait a few more minutes. She was shocked to see Ianto standing outside in a white shirt without a coat. There was a coffee in his hand and he was looking blankly into the distance. She stood up and slowly, as if still unsure if it was him went outside.
"Ianto?" she asked, her voice fragile and barely audible. He heard her though. He jumped surprised and then slowly turned around. It was him. Gwen could feel tears gathering in her eyes. She embraced him tightly. Her chin rested on his shoulder although she had to stand on her toes to reach it.
Ianto didn't hug her back. He stood there allowing her to squeeze her, mostly because of the shock. Gwen noticed that quickly. The cup was still in his hand, his other arm down, raised just a few inches and lips sealed. She let go a bit uncertain of what she should do. She felt her hands twitch, eyes still down afraid to look at his face. Curiosity was stronger though. She glanced up and saw Ianto's face in shock, silent, clueless, eyes showing no sign of reconnaissance.
"You're joking, Ianto..." she said. "Tell me it's all a big joke," she took a few steps back trying to deny the thought rambling through her head. She was using her work voice, the one she used to talk when speaking with criminals. The slight trembling of it gave away her true feelings.
"Do I know you?" Ianto asked. But it wasn't the "do I know you?" one would use when meeting an old school mate or somebody he saw a few times in the neighborhood or at work. Gwen was sure of it. It was the "do I know you?" that people used when somebody they had never seen before suddenly hugs them in the middle of the street.
Gwen quickly regained her cool. The person in front of her looked like Ianto, sounded like Ianto and most definitely was Ianto. Apparently just not the Ianto who knew her.
"Ianto, what date is it?" Gwen asked.
Ianto blinked. That simple question was harder than he thought. What date was it? He never thought about it before. "Well it's spring..." he said, his assumption based on the weather. But it could well enough be autumn or even early or late winter.
"What year..." Gwen continued her voice now distant, eyes concentrated on Ianto, hiding her emotions. She was happy but at the same time devastated. Ianto was alive but he didn't remember her. And most likely he didn't remember Torchwood either.
"2005," Ianto answered quickly but regretted it immediately. Gwen's face told him it wasn't the year 2005 anymore. It probably wasn't even close by the looks of it. He swallowed, somehow knowing what the right conclusions were. "It's a joke isn't it?" he said.
"It's the year 2010," Gwen said. "I think you lost almost five years," she did the maths quickly. She knew that Ianto was previously in Torchwood 1 for about two years. "You don't remember Torchwood at all..." she said.
"What's Torchwood?" Ianto asked. All sorts of thoughts were passing through his mind one of them being: "why was he trusting this woman?", "why wasn't he just walking away?". The pieces just fit together with what she said. And he somehow knew he could believe her. He didn't know why but what she said felt right.
Gwen was on the verge of panic. Her thoughts battled each other. She didn't know what to do or think. 'What would Jack do?' she wondered. She knew he wouldn't tell Ianto the truth, that was one thing. She was fine with that. At least for now. She knew that the one thing Jack would like her to do is keep him safe. And that meant keeping him as far away from Torchwood as possible. It didn't however mean inviting him for a coffee and discussing Andy's police problem which she was about to do. But she couldn't leave him standing without a coat by the bay.
"I'm Gwen Cooper," she said. "We worked together in a... in a sales office," she explained.
"Ianto Jones," Ianto said out of habit. He reached out his hand to shake but it just felt awkward so murmuring something he put it in his pocket. He glanced at Gwen. He had no doubt she was lying but he didn't want to delve into the subject any further. There had to be a reason for her not telling him.
"I'm having coffee with my friend, maybe you could join us?" Gwen said pointing at the cafe. Her question sounded more like an order. Ianto had no choice but to obey. They went inside.
"Bloody Torchwood!" Andy said already raising his hands in disbelief thinking Gwen is escaping again. He was surprised to see her back at the table."Good Lord, I thought you stood me up again! Then I saw you left your things so I thought you just went to the bathroom but..." he said. He wanted to say something more but he noticed Ianto. "But I... I told your sister... You were... I saw you, and you were..." he mumbled unable to believe his eyes. He turned his gaze back to Gwen demanding an explanation. His former partner glanced at him angrily and he kept quiet.
"Ianto, Andy, Andy Ianto," Gwen introduced them both.
"Ianto Jones, nice to meet you," Ianto smiled and reached out his hand.
Andy shook it, shock still on his face. "Same here," he said.
"Ianto doesn't remember anything from the past five years," Gwen explained sitting down. She hoped Andy would pick up on her chain of thoughts and not mention anything about Torchwood. Or his death. "I'll tell you everything later, Ianto," she turned to Ianto.
"You still want to keep those secrets away from me?" Andy asked annoyed and angry at Gwen. His voice wasn't loud and the monologue sounded more like he was talking to himself than to Gwen. "Nothing changes, fine. Go on! Don't tell me about your little Torchwood secrets! Ouch!" Gwen kicked Andy under the table. It was enough to shut him up quickly. "Anyways, I've got two supernatural experts instead of one, so I guess I can deal with being kept in the dark…" Gwen shushed him again.
She looked up at Ianto. One look confirmed everything. He did suspect something had been kept from him. She looked down aware that Ianto now was seeing right through her. Guessing her thoughts, thinking over everything that had been happening. He always knew so much more than he was letting on. He didn't say anything though. And that just made it harder for her to lie.
"What is the drill, Andy?" Gwen asked turning the conversation. She wasn't too happy to be discussing this with Ianto but a part of her wanted him to remember everything and just make it all easy for her.
"Right, yes," Andy returned to the main subject. He took out a folder labeled 'Water Thief'. "It's a new case we're working on. There's been fourteen cases so far. Fourteen murders! And it's only been a little more than week."
"Two murders a day?" Gwen asked.
"No, it's irregular," Andy said and opened the file. "And there's nothing to connect the victims. It's like they're completely random." He pulled out the first file. "Harry Novak, age 48, last Thursday night. He was found just outside the city near the main road to London."
"Oh my God," Gwen whispered looking through the file. Ianto gazed from the side. Gwen quickly passed him the documents she had read through as if by habit. "They're completely…"
"Dehydrated," Andy finished. "There's not even an drop of water in them. Somehow they've all been sucked dry. Like raisins. It was really hard to tell the exact time of death – there was no blood, no normal blood I suppose is better."
"You're in homicide now, Andy?" Gwen asked looking through the rest of the files. There was a young girl, age 24. That was what it said on her file. But her face lacked the characteristic of a young woman. It was wrinkled and dry, fingers clasped gently on her mobile phone as if along with all the water strength was also sucked out of her body. Gwen murmured another blasphemy.
"I'm covering for some bloke," Andy explained. "Have to do my best to get higher. Not everyone gets to be, you know," he glanced at Ianto who was entirely absorbed in the files, "be lucky," he finished.
Gwen felt her heart filling up with guilt. She reached out her hand and squeezed Andy's fingers. "I'm sorry, Andy…" she said. "Someday I'll definitely tell you," she whispered with a reassuring smile on her face.
Andy returned a smirk, his face full of not disappointment but satisfaction. He knew that the smile she just gave him was real. Not one of those reassuring smiles she used to give him when she was apologizing for something she forgot to do. "I just hope I live to see that day," he said still acting grumpy.
"Oh, stop it!" Gwen laughed sensing the joke. She hit Andy lightly on the shoulder and they laughed some more and made a few more remarks and inside jokes.
"It's a Wart," Ianto said, immediately regaining the attention of the two. He had all the files in front of him arranged in a very neat, Ianto-like way. But they were in a different order than the police organized them.
Ianto didn't change much, Gwen thought. He still had those habits. He smiled whenever something was wrong and concentrated on work to shut off the pain. From the look on his face Gwen could tell it didn't really work too well this time.
"What's a Wart?" Andy asked, his head turned to Gwen instead of Ianto. His eyes showed confusion, and he mouthed, "I thought he didn't remember". She lifted her shoulders and shook her head showing him she had no idea why Ianto recalled something like that. She then shook her head trying to tell him that she herself had no idea what a so called Wart was.
"It's an alien that's made mostly out of water," Ianto explained. "They usually live in a very humid environment, much different than Earth's. They can suck water out of objects and bodies. They need constant water and our environment is too dry for them. That's why it attacked. A Wart is made out of 97% water and can shape-shift; take on human appearance." Ianto looked at Gwen with a puzzling look. "How do I know that?" Ianto asked.
"Alien?" Andy turned his head towards Gwen.
"Drop it, Andy," Gwen said harshly.
The constable looked back at Ianto, though his pride was deeply wounded again. "If it's a shape-shifter then how do we find it?"
Ianto showed Gwen and Andy a map of Cardiff with all the places where the murder occurred marked with an 'x' and a number. They looked random at first.
"You said so yourself, it's hard to tell when the death occurred," Ianto said. "The police assumed that they died in the order they were found. But if the murders occurred in this order, then…" Ianto crossed out five numbers and wrote new ones next to them. "Then they don't seem random at all," Ianto smiled.
He was trying his best not to make it too obvious that he was terrified. His heart was hitting his chest hard and irregularly. Aliens. For some reason he knew they existed. For some reason he believed they existed. And the fact that Gwen and Andy listened to him patiently and seriously considered his words as reliable made it seem like they really did. But the thing that scared him the most wasn't the fact that he knew these weird things about extraterrestrial things. It was that he enjoyed the thrill he felt right now. Solving this unusual puzzle as if it were child's play.
"It's obviously a trail. The alien is heading for the Bay," Gwen said looking at the map.
"But there's a gap!" Andy noticed. "In this area," he pointed on the map, "There's no murders here."
"I suspect it could have been raining at that time," Ianto said. "It fits the two days there were no murders."
"How do we recognize it?" Gwen asked unconsciously adding the 'we'.
"Assuming it's trying to blend in it will be wearing gloves. Warts' hands have these suckers, like an octopus, so it would want to hide them, although… I don't think it will help much this time of year."
"No, I guess not," Gwen said. "Damn you, Andy," she looked at the policeman. "This is the last time I'm dealing with them, aliens."
"Sorry Gwen," Andy said. "Just one more thing, if it's alien then how do we stop it?"
"Made ninety-seven percent out of water, it can shift into anything - a taser gun is the best solution; short bolt of electricity and it will be down," Ianto explained. "That's all I know," he added emphasizing the last word. It didn't feel like remembering at all. Knowing about those Warts felt more like knowing how to multiply or read. Something he'd learnt once and then just knew it instinctively. "Judging by the speed its moving with he should be around this area right now," he pointed an area two miles away from the bay, "and there's a fountain here, so it will probably stop there on the way to… recharge…" He looked up at Andy and Gwen. "We've got half an hour."
Gwen and Andy got up faster than Ianto expected. They really were like policemen on a drill. He followed them out of the coffee shop, picking up all the files.
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