It's all AU.

He still wanted that nap, but writing down everything he'd learned here was more important. After leaving the hotel, he found a shop and picked up a notebook and pens. It was a pleasant day outside, so he found a park with some nice trees, planted himself under one, and started summarizing the conversations he'd had so far. When he was done with that, he tore out the pages, folded them neatly and put them in his jacket pocket.

Then then started working on a project he'd been thinking of doing for a while, but hadn't gotten around to - working out the math to see if the Rift in Cardiff could be stabilized so that less anachronistic matter came through. The Rift had been just a nuisance, so it hadn't been worth the risk of messing with it lest it become even more unstable. But it had attracted more trouble over the last few months, so it was worth investigating.

Normally, he'd want computer power to make this faster and to check himself, but he needed a challenging distraction. Also, it was something completely unrelated to what was happening to him here in this place. A control for his little experiment. He was curious to see if, when got back home, he'd have two sets of paper, one, or none. And if he did have a set of calculations that he didn't remember doing, would that jog his memory?

He was pretty deep in thought, but not completely oblivious. He knew that not everyone here was friendly to him.

It was night. Spike had found his way up onto the flat roof of a warehouse near the edge of the town. (He'd have preferred the roof of the hotel, as it was the tallest building, but there'd been someone else already up there.)

He was standing near the edge, vodka bottle on the low wall that bordered the roof, gazing out over the town. He was deep in his thoughts, wondering what the fuck this place was, and what the fuck was going on with his head.

Ianto wandered out into the sun, wincing a bit at the brightness, then rubbing his arms, "Can we turn that off, please?" he asked, not seeing anything because, well, he was rubbing his eyes. He was still casual, trainers and jeans and looked more like a teenager with ruffled hair then a grown man who was just slightly lost.

Jamie flopped down beside someone in a chair, looking hopeful, "Tell me you know where the good coffee is?"