Ianto gave the man a long look, before mentally shrugging. At this point, he needed some sort of release, and it wasn't like either of them would remember this in the long run.
"I forgot this place the last time I went home. I had all the archived reports of times before, in my own writing, but I wouldn't remember writing them, or why I did so. I thought someone had tampered with my memories, or I was loosing my mind. My employer then does tamper with my memories, and when I come back here, I remember writing the reports, but don't remember filing them - and I know I would have." He gave Spike a tight smile.
"Or at least, I think that's what happened, seeing as I can't actually remember. Which is very disturbing for me."