When I was little, my sister Ally used to be in charge of putting me to bed. One glass of water, one stuffed toy, one kiss, and one story. We had a ritual and the story went last because I often fell asleep during it anyway. Not that Ally was a bad storyteller, she was brilliant for a ten year old, actually
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Sometimes good, often bad.
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I'm fine, Jack.
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And keep an attentive eye on the Net, just in case.
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But trouble can find us, all too easily at times.
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The Doctor is gone and tomorrow is Ianto's birthday.
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Oh Jack, I'm so sorry. I know you depend on him.
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I knew he wouldn't stay ... people leave, it's what happens.
Anyway, I don't know what to do for Ianto's birthday. I just ... maybe dinner? Out? I know he's getting tired of being cooped up in the house.
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Which, of course, would defeat the whole purpose.
Maybe Owen would permit a beach picnic? Not too far from the house?
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I don't know, I don't even know if Ianto would want a dinner in celebration of a day he'll never see.
I need to think about it.
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It's not his walking that's the problem.
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It's probably a bad idea.
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Just, you know how he is, Kyle. He's going to reach a point where the wall climbing is going to do as much damage if not more, as letting him pick up the pieces of his life here and move on.
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Yes. I know.
We'll think of something.
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