It's all AU.

( Spoilers up to 2x03 )

Ianto's tie was loose and he was yawning over a large sheet of paper, drawing what looked like a large map of the town. He rubbed his face, getting a little ink on his cheek.

Gwyneth had been exploring, studying the items that were around the hotel and surrounding areas, taking in the curious state of some of the things. She had even taken off her head cover, tucking it into the front of her apron so that it wouldn't get dirty as she investigated. Right now, she was sitting in the lobby, her head tucked curiously underneath the lampshade on a desk lamp, switching it on and off and watching the bulb with a slightly fascinated expression on her face. She'd heard about something like this, something that could light a room without flame, but she never thought she'd actually see it. There was so much around this place that she could have never even imagined.

Brant had shown Jack to the bar, and he was sat at a table, drinking...something. It was bright green, and tasted vaguely like whisky.

And then someone he hadn't seen for five hundred years took the seat next to him.

Ianto had found the Doctor and then gone and gotten a good night's sleep. He was awake and in a fresh suit the next morning, preparing coffee for the pot in the lobby before absently offering a fresh cup to the man next to him, "Good morning."

Ianto was looking for the Doctor for Jack.

Pregnant Jack, Jack is pregnant, mustn't forget that Jack is pregnant and tired and

He viciously cut off his own train of thought and kept looking through out the hotel, turning a corner and running straight into someone. "Sorry! Sorry," he apologized immediately. "I didn't see you."

Ianto was actually relaxed after putting up his bulletin board and a good night's sleep, wandering around the hotel with a cup of coffee, sleeves rolled up and tie loose. He caught sight of Jack, grabbed another cup of coffee and jogged a bit to catch up with him, offering it, "Morning, Jack."

For almost two weeks, Ianto had been looking for any answers about this place, about the people, about how to get home.

Nothing gave him any clues and it was frustrating him beyond the telling of it. Useless. He felt useless and he couldn't tolerate that, couldn't stand it. He was dressed neatly, still, but he was frazzled, sitting on the ground in the park with posterboard and markers, making a bulletin board.

He'd gone home; well. To the hub at least, walking right back into his office to see an instant message on his hub system from Jack, double checking he was coming down, and the same date on the computer- same time even- as it had been when he left.

He went down. He played chess with Jack, then had sex on Jack's desk. Time had gone by. Eugene. John and Diane and Emma. He woke up the morning after John had died in Jack's bed; they hadn't fucked, he just had been a warm body next to Jack, to make up for the cold one he'd died beside in Ianto's car. He walked through the door of the kitchen to get coffee in just his boxers and undershirt and ended up back in the hotel with a sigh and an understand of how Lane had felt.

"Must be Monday."

He'd slept, he'd relaxed, and he'd bothered the hell out of the kitchen staff and still didn't have any answers. He wandered outside to watch the galaxy above their head, swirling and beautiful. Utterly alien.


He had his hands in the pockets of his suit, head tilted back, "Unbelievable."

After checking in with Donna and sharing what information she'd garnered -- which wasn't much -- Toshiko got a drink at the bar, then a table near the window. She tried to appear at home while scanning for familiar faces, listening for any clues to what might have happened ... anything that would help her get home

She took out her ear piece again and started to test it. Maybe that office building they'd been in had been blocking the signal somehow.

Ianto went looking for Jack with a cup of coffee and a cranky look. His tie and jacket were off and his sleeves were rolled up. He handed the cup to Jack roughly when he found him in a foyer, managing not to spill it, "Anything, sir?"

He'd found a room to spend the night in, but between worry about his own world and his conversation with Owen, he didn't sleep much or well. That wasn't a problem under ordinary circumstances, but he wasn't bouncing back quickly after his near death by rift-monster. When morning rolled around he still felt like road-kill.

He took a shower, used the complimentary toiletries, brushed his teeth and headed back downstairs to see if he could find a cup of coffee and something to eat. He'd just walked into the dinning room when he spotted a familiar back and suit. "Ianto," he said, very cautiously.

He'd woken up and dressed to go into the hub proper to make coffee and try to look less shagged out than he was feeling before the others arrived. Unfortunately he was only half-awake and hadn't noticed that he was opening a door about two feet to the left of the one he meant to be opening. The one he meant to open led to the kitchen of the hub. The one he actually opened led to a busy restaurant kitchen.

"Bugger." he mumbled under his breath, grabbing a cup of coffee and pretending like he belonged there, wandering out into a lobby with a cup of coffee.

"...Very lost then. Right.