Who: Ianto, Martha, Open to Jack and Gwen What: Ianto's trying to figure out the signal. When: Evening of the initial transmission. Where: The Hub Status: In Progress
Almost since the transmission had started Ianto had been deep in the Hub, working furiously to figure out everything he could about the signal. The lack of results was starting to drive him around the bend, and it seemed that the more effort he put into figuring it out the video the less he understood about it. He couldn't even find and reference to which type of alien it was who was shown in the image. And how long had they been here, to put together such a presentation to the world?
He continued his search in vain, wondering if Jack had any ideas, though he figured if the older man wanted to let him know anything he would come down and tell him.
Finally, eyes blurry from the strain of studying every minute detail of the computer screens, Ianto sat back in his chair and pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment. Then he took a deep drink from his beer and and leaned back in the seat, closing his eyes and wondering if the original Ianto could have done it. Maybe two years more would have put him at the level needed to unlock this puzzle. Or maybe it was just something they couldn't solve.