"You still think the Doctor is doing something about this?" Ianto asked once the others were out of earshot.

"Yeah, my VM is going nuts with activity, he's here and up to something" Jack whispered, "I'm happy to just lay low and wait it out. As long as you are OK."

"And you?" Ianto asked, "Mister Silent?"

"I don't know" he finally replied, "I know your sister is looking to you and I also know you are better at handling this than me. My gods, Ianto you are making me proud."

Ianto blushed and looked down, then over at David and Micha asleep on the mattress.

Rhiannon returned from the bathroom and settled in the mattress with a soft smile.

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He was dreaming, and in his dream Ianto was running along the country road, along the Brrens. It was daylight, and his feet slapped the hard tarmac.

He had hit a steep hill. He was beginning to tire and his thighs became heavier as the hill was already taking its toll on him. He looked around and could see the gowned man chasing him. As he reached the peak of the hill, Ianto welcomed the flat surface and tried to pick his pace up, but it felt like his legs were made of steel and his pace was actually slowing whilst the gowned man was gaining on him.

Out of breath, Ianto stopped running and decided to take his chances with the infected individual. Ianto shook with fear, as the infected person ran at him with a vicious snarl, and he only had a few seconds to think about how he was going to defend himself. Should he kick out at the knee, temporarily crippling the manic man?

A person wasn't a threat if they were unable to walk. Or should he strike out and try and aim a punch to the throat?

The assailant would be useless if they couldn't breathe.

Instead, Ianto panicked and the gowned man jumped at him; both of them were wrestling with one another and rolling along the floor. Ianto was now close-up to his aggressor and had his hands around his throat to prevent him from getting bitten.

The contaminated human growled at Ianto as he was being prevented from tearing a piece out of him, and Ianto could see its horrible yellow teeth and its diseased bloodshot eyes. This sight alone sent him into spasms of panic. As the battle continued, Ianto seemed to be losing his grip, but just as he thought he was finished the gowned man began to speak to him in a gentle voice with an American accent.

"Ianto. Ianto. Wake up. Wake up, Ianto."

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"Ianto, Ianto."

Ianto was in the middle of a dream when he opened his eyes and shot up, startled. He looked to the side of him, to see who was shaking him. It was Jack.

He rubbed his eyes, yawned, and groaned, "What is it?"

"You'll have to come downstairs."

"Why?"

"We might need your help." Sue whispered beside Jack.

"What?"

Jack sighed, "It's all kicking off downstairs."

"Fuck." Ianto moaned and stood up straight, stretching his back. "I knew the trip to the bar would be a bad idea."

He checked his sister, asleep with the babies and then left the room.

Ianto trudged down the stairs, with Sue in front of him, and as he approached the door he could hear raised voices coming from the bar area. He turned to Sue.

"How long have I been out?"

"Dunno." She pulled a face as she began to think. "About an hour or so."

Ianto walked in, rubbing his eyes, and could see that there was a stand-off and that the new arrival, Kyle, was holding a broken bottle with Dylan by his side.

Gwen and Lloyd looked like they were trying to defuse the situation.

"What the fuck is going on?" Ianto was still half-asleep.

"They're both drunk," said Gwen, referring to the brothers. "Lloyd told them that they had had enough, things got heated and Lloyd banned them from having any more to drink."

"And then," Lloyd chipped in, "I asked them to leave, but they refused, so I hit them both. And now this."

"We're not going anywhere!" Kyle yelled with a slur. He was obviously intoxicated and his brother appeared to be in a similar position. "We're just letting off a bit of steam."

"A bit of steam?" Gwen guffawed falsely, and pointed at Dylan. "He tried to grab my tits."

"I was just having a laugh," protested Dylan. "Jesus, don't be so fucking sensitive."

"We can't have that." Ianto shook his head in disgust.

"Which is why I've asked them to leave," Lloyd remarked.

"Sending us out there will be like giving us a death sentence," said Kyle. "You can't kick us out because my brother got drunk and groped Joan."

"You were laughing when he did it," snarled Joan.

"Fine," Dylan huffed. "If you want us to leave, then we should be allowed to take one of those vehicle outside, preferably the jeep."

"No chance." Jack was adamant, and puffed out his chest. "That Renault's mine, and the jeep is Lloyd's."

"Wait a minute." Ianto held up his hand and turned to Lloyd, Sue and Jack.

"Let them take one. We'll still have one left."

"And what if this place comes under attack?" Joan said. "We might need to escape in both vehicles. There's too many of us."

"Even if you manage to throw us out by force," Dylan sneered, "we'll come back and smash the place up."

"Charming," Sue bravely spoke up.

"Man, I'm fucking sick of this." Lloyd went over to the pool-table and grabbed a cue. He stormed over, holding the cue, and could see the fright in both men's' eyes. "No more Mr Good guy."

He swung the cue at Dylan and caught him on the side of his arm, making him fall to the ground and scream out. Kyle lunged at Lloyd with the broken bottle, but Lloyd manage to swerve out of the way and palmed Kyle in the face, breaking his nose. Still clutching the bottle he took another swipe at Lloyd and took a knee to his stomach from the pub owner.

At this point Dylan had taken his belt off and had wrapped it around both of his hands. He looped the belt over Lloyd's head and was beginning to strangle him, making him drop the cue. Both men fell to the floor, and as Ianto and Joan began to walk over to try and diffuse the situation, Kyle booted Lloyd in the face and put the broken bottle to his neck.

"Any of you fuckers move," warned Kyle, "and I'll make this cunt bleed all over the floor."

Dylan picked himself up and stood next to his brother. "This is what's going to happen. We're staying, and you're leaving. You've got two vehicles outside, so get in them and don't come back. I think that's fair enough."

Lloyd was lying on his front, too scared to move as Kyle was crouched with the bottle still placed on his neck, but it didn't stop him from speaking up. "That's not gonna happen."

"Oh, I think you'll find that it is." Kyle began to laugh, stood up straight and put his right foot on Lloyd's back so he couldn't get up, and said to him, "Make one move and I'll cut you."

Dylan giggled, "Yeah, and we'll cut up your fucking son while we're at it."

"Don't you threaten my boy," Lloyd hissed, saliva slipping out of his mouth with anger. "He's upstairs on his Xbox. He doesn't even know this is going on."

Jack turned around and began walking away.

"And where do you think you're going, Jack?" Dylan snarled.

He stopped walking and said, "I'm going upstairs for a piss. That is allowed, isn't it?"

Neither brother said a word and Jack carried on walking.

Before he disappeared, Lloyd spoke out. "Jack. If you run out of toilet roll, there's more under the cupboard where the sink is."

"Erm..." Jack was slightly puzzled by Lloyd's announcement. "I'll be fine, thank you."

Kyle clicked his fingers and pointed at his brother, Dylan. "Go and follow him, and get the kid down. If he struggles, give him a slap. Leave the one with the kids, she has nice tits."

Dylan did what he was told and followed Jack up the stairs, staggering from the drink he had consumed earlier.

"Jesus. A man can't even have a piss in peace," he snapped as he heard his footsteps behind him whilst he was making his way upstairs.

"Don't lock the door," said Dylan.

He shut the bathroom door and locked it.