First Brew [TakeTwo - Accidental Video]
I'm dead. I have to be. That is the only explanation for this ... this preposterous nonsense.
[Ianto doesn't appear to be talking to anyone in particular. His phone is resting on a window ledge, slightly skewed view as though it was not intentionally recording. The short haired Welshman was pacing back and forth, one hand on his hip, the other sliding through his hair. Hair full of dust and pieces of debris like his tattered suit. A bruise and a nasty looking cut could just be seen on his cheek when he turned a particular way. He shook his head again and threw his arms up, looking up at the night sky. ]
I'm dead or unconscious and this is all just a dream. A nightmare brought on by too many years doing this job. That has to be it. It has to be.
[His voice cracked a little at the end. He really didn't care about the fiction/nonfiction speal, the fact that his clothes were ruined, the blood running along his chin. He did not even care that this was not Cardiff. No. What really mattered was the memories flashing through his mind from just before he awoke to the lecture. Jack. Jack could survive anything, he said. But there would be nothing left of him after that. Nothing to survive. How could he possibly-
Ianto swallowed a lump in his throat, glancing down at his room assignment. This was all a nightmare. He would wake up from it in Cardiff, and the hub would be there, Jack would be alive, and everything would be okay.]
[Ianto doesn't appear to be talking to anyone in particular. His phone is resting on a window ledge, slightly skewed view as though it was not intentionally recording. The short haired Welshman was pacing back and forth, one hand on his hip, the other sliding through his hair. Hair full of dust and pieces of debris like his tattered suit. A bruise and a nasty looking cut could just be seen on his cheek when he turned a particular way. He shook his head again and threw his arms up, looking up at the night sky. ]
I'm dead or unconscious and this is all just a dream. A nightmare brought on by too many years doing this job. That has to be it. It has to be.
[His voice cracked a little at the end. He really didn't care about the fiction/nonfiction speal, the fact that his clothes were ruined, the blood running along his chin. He did not even care that this was not Cardiff. No. What really mattered was the memories flashing through his mind from just before he awoke to the lecture. Jack. Jack could survive anything, he said. But there would be nothing left of him after that. Nothing to survive. How could he possibly-
Ianto swallowed a lump in his throat, glancing down at his room assignment. This was all a nightmare. He would wake up from it in Cardiff, and the hub would be there, Jack would be alive, and everything would be okay.]