[Ianto has a moment of utter disorientation as he wakes up, not quite sure where he is or what he's looking at. All he knows is he seems to be trapped in some sort of coffin-like container and he doesn't want to be there. He pushes on the lid, expecting it to remain shut and feeling rather uneasy about being proven wrong. It seems a little creepy to leave it unlocked. He sits up stiffly, swinging his legs over the edge of it and staring around him at the rows upon rows of pods. He glances down and grimaces; jumpsuits, now that's a flattering look. What the hell is going on?]