Okay, I'm trying for angst here. I haven't written a good angsty chapter for a while, so it may need work. Let me know if there's anything I can do to improve it. Thanks again to all the readers and reviewers!! It's nice to know people are interested in this little thing.

Dani forced herself up from the bed. She went into the living area and checked the door. It was locked, as it had been the every other time she'd checked it. She hated herself for the fear. A week ago, Dani had been strong, confident, brave. Six days ago, when she'd woken up, and realized that she'd lost a day, her life had been rocked, but she'd pulled herself together. She could have gotten drunk on red wine, even though she never drank red wine, passed out, and not remembered it even though she hadn't blacked out on a drunk since she was 18.

Then it happened again. She woke up and it wasn't the next day. It was the day after.

And her world cracked, but it held together even then. She found the bar receipt on the table, and a talk with the hotel bartender showed that yes she'd spent the evening in the bar trying the martini menu. This was more her style except she only did martini tastings with her friends. She'd ruthlessly silenced the little voice. She'd just gotten carried away with the martinis.

But then it happened again. It—happened—again. Her world shattered, and she had gone away…

Dani had woken up curled up into a ball on the floor with her back against the wall. She didn't know how long she'd been there. Only the noise of the maid's key in the door had pulled her out of her shock. She'd pushed herself up the wall, and rushed into the bathroom. There she'd gotten the next shock. A livid black bruise that still marked the side of her face jumped from the bathroom mirror.

She'd done what she could. She'd gone to the hospital, and they'd checked her over for injuries. The doctor commented on the nearly healed cut over her ear. Fear sparked in her chest, again. She'd been hurt more than once!? When!? She hadn't had any marks before the missing days, and she didn't remember anything after the first or the second episode of lost time. But would she remember? She should've checked for injuries after those missing days! She left the hospital, afraid to ask the question she really wanted answered. She turned to her day planner for information, and found directions to the Cardiff tourist information office. The young man behind the counter, (who had seemed familiar…) had been very kind, but ultimately unhelpful. She'd felt something from him beyond the polite sympathy he projected, but she'd backed away, too wrapped up in her own problems to dig into another person's. The fear had continued to expand to fill her chest and crawl up her throat. She'd gone to the police, and had gotten no where. They'd even suggested that she'd made up some story to cover a one night stand! The anger had had one benefit. It had chased the fear into a tiny corner, and let her get back to her hotel room without searching every shadow.

Now, she couldn't leave the room. She'd tried. She had made it to the open door, but she couldn't force herself through it to the hallway. Instead, she'd placed a Do Not Disturb sign on the door, closed and locked it. Since then she'd checked the door every fifteen minutes. She couldn't help herself. She didn't know how she'd lost her memory, and it had happened three times in a week. She couldn't face going out, and she hated the fear that strangled her every time she tried. What had happened to her? What was she going to do? Whatwasshegoingtodo?Whatwasshegoingtodo?Whatwasshe—

A knock on the door broke through obsessive circling of her thoughts. She stared at the door. She didn't know anyone here, and she hadn't ordered breakfast yet. No one should be knocking. She took a small step toward the door.

"Who is it?" Her voice cracked.

"My name's Ianto Jones. I work at the tourist office?" she remembered the pleasant baritone, and could picture the face that belonged to it, but what was he doing here? An unpleasant thought came to her: What if he's part of this. The fear stretched out to grip her body.

"Hello? Please, I'd like to talk to you." The voice had become slightly pleading.

She used her anger to twist away from the fear.

"Go away! I don't know what happened to me, but you had something to do with it!" her voice began to shake, and undermined her words.

"Please let me explain?" The young man's voice made the statement a question.

"You really did this!? Do you think I'm going to let you in here? If you don't leave I'm calling security!" Dani's knees had begun shaking, and she slid down the wall to the floor by the door. Footsteps outside finally signalled that the man had left, and Dani breathed a shaky sigh. Now she just had to get past the door…