Despite Connor's hopes and wishes, no one had come to find him in the library. Not that he was overly surprised. Having his close friends had been the only thing making the place bearable. And now? The only comforting handwriting he'd seen was Tonks'. No sign of Kimberly, or Chris, or Andy... Deep down, he was grateful, hoping the people in his life were safe back at home. But he knew how dangerous life was for Kimberly before she'd gotten there. He'd known Chris was about to die. What if they weren't there because... Well.
Ianto had left and Connor had stayed, desperately searching. Reading word after word, replying where he could, trying to track down the people who'd meant the world to him. He had been scribbling away so intently that he hadn't noticed the door open or the familiar looking man walk in. He'd seen that one, too. But, like Ianto, he hadn't let himself get close enough to know his name, or where he was from. From speaking, he was clearly American, that was easy enough.
"Ah, no," he confirmed, though he sort of felt like he might as well be at that point. The only competition he'd ever had for the space had been Kimberly, who he'd gladly have shared it with, and Spencer, who just annoyed him and hadn't stuck around long enough to lay any kind of claim. "Just a citizen here like everyone else, I'm afraid. But... I know you," he blurted, then remembered how Ianto hadn't remembered a thing. "I mean, I think I do. You look familiar."