"I'm not crazy!" Ianto swallowed hard. This made no sense. He couldn't remember a thing. Last thing he could think of was going straight to bed after getting home from work. Nothing unusual.

"Of course you're not." Doctor Henderson answered.

"This is insane! Where's Jack?"

"Jack who?"

"Captain Jack Harkness!"

"I don't know such a man."

"He works for Torchwood, I work there."

"And what do you do at 'Torchwood?'" Doctor Davis asked.

"Were…special ops."

"Of course."

"Stop looking at me like I'm crazy! Just call Jack and he'll straighten all this out."

"Yes, we will get into contact with him."

Ianto lay back on the bed, his arms strained at the pressure he put on them. There was really no use of trying, he was buckled down on that bed and there was nothing that could be done.

Ianto watched as Doctor Davis walked over to meet Doctor Henderson. They whispered together but Ianto could slightly make it out.

"Torchwood again." Davis said

"Yes, it's common." Henderson answered.

"Perhaps we should try other means of treatment."

"Yes, I believe he is worse than we first thought."

"His delusions are quite strong, he actually believes this 'Torchwood exists."

"And this 'Captain Jack Harkness.' Perhaps a hero figure in his mind?"

"Yes, we will try the drug 'Methotracksel' and 'Denthotracksel'"

Ianto's heart fell deep into his chest. They didn't believe him, he was on his own. Panic got the best of him.

"I'm not crazy!" He cried. He thrashed around, attempting to get his arms free but it was no use. He pulled and pushed but he was stuck.

Henderson picked up the needle and moved over to the bedside.

"No! Don't!" Ianto cried.

"Don't worry; everything is going to be alright. We're here to help you."

"Please! I don't want it!" He kicked around, trying to avoid his fait

"Relax, Mr. Jones. It's just going to relax you. You'll feel much better."

"Please! No, don't do this, please! Just call Jack! Everything will be sorted out. Please just look for him!"

Henderson pricked the needle into Ianto's bare neck and injected the liquid into his pumping veins. Ianto slowly stopped kicking and panting. His body felt heavy. He slumped down intro the bed.

Doctor Davis straightened Ianto's neck and made him more comfortable. "You'll be alright; I'll take you to your room."

"No…" Ianto answered lazily. "I, I want Jack…"

"Shh, I'll take care of you." He wheeled Ianto out of the room and down the long corridor again. This time it was wider, doctors walked casually up and down past him but not one said a word to him.

They soon went through a door. When they entered this new corridor there were no longer normal doors, each door was clear glass. Ianto could see everything inside. Patents paced their rooms, sat, rocking on their beds, banged on the glass and some just sat still.

Ianto watched as he passed them all. Each patent looked even more insane than the last. He did not belong here. Soon they passed the end room. A man sat inside constricted in a straight jacket. Ianto just caught his face…oh my God….Owen?