Ianto blanched. "I died?" He was a bit surprised at the shock in his voice. He'd never thought about that possibility. Always thought that he'd find a way to survive whatever life threw at him. "When, how, why?"
It didn't occur to him, even as Owen shifted away, to tell him that they weren't from the same timeline. Or, if they were, certainly not any time near his time. The last he knew, there was nothing that would threaten his comfortable existance except...
"No. Don't tell me, the Master... happened." There really wasn't any other way to put it, in his mind. Not when you couldn't predict him or his moods. Well, unless one was Jack.
He sighed, reaching up to run a hand through his hair. "I think I would like to know exactly what the bloody hell happened before you ended up here."