"I don't back down from challenges like that," Ianto informed him, then shook his head. "I'm alright." Gripping the edges of the bar he stood slowly, then grunted as the entire room started spinning like mad. His hands
"Four twenty six," he said, giving the number of his apartment back in Cardiff, fighting not to fall over as the floor heaved. These were definitely far more potent than anything he'd had before. "Or wait. No, that's right. Four sixty six. Floor floor. Floor... four," he sounded out the second word more carefully the second time he attempted it. He looked over at the haziness that was Jack. "Where're you?"