[Jack is relaxing in his room writing in his journal. The pages are covered in little doodles and scribbles, a messy timeline in the margins. Gaps in time are filled with question marks and symbols, large chunks scribbled out here and there. A sudden sigh and the writing stops, followed by the sound of a pencil dropping.]

Well I've figured out my loss. Memories, though I haven't figured out exactly what I've forgotten. Heh. I guess it could've been worse. I don't remember the entirety of my life anyways.

Filter - Ianto Jones

[A sigh and the sound of a hand running through hair.]

I'm not used to asking for help, but Crowley told me that I should know you. Problem is that I don't, so maybe if we could, you know, meet and talk about things. I don't know this place well enough to suggest a meeting spot, but I've heard that you work at the tourist office?