I stood in a dark door way at the address Esther gave me. The only light was from the street lamp nearby. I wasn't quite sure what to do. I worked up my courage and rang the doorbell. I waited. I rang again. I heard footsteps clomp down the stairs. "I'm coming! I'm coming!" I heard Gwen's familiar voice moan groggily. She undid the dead bolt and then the lock. "Can I help you?" She asked. She couldn't see my face because of the dark. I tried to speak but my throat went dry. "Hold on love let me get the light." She flicked on the porch light and had to blink a few times. When her eyes adjusted and she could see my face she staggered away from the door. Her face wore the same expression of shock and horror that Esther and Rex's did. "You're dead. You're dead. I saw you dead on the floor. I went to your funeral." She sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than me. "After years working for Torchwood," I started. "Coming back from the dead is hardly a surprising thing." Her face started to smile. She launched herself at me and wrapped her arms around my neck. Her embrace surprised me a little. She buried her face in my shoulder. I was a bit surprised when she started sobbing. "I missed you so much!" She cried. I rested my head in her hair and let her cry. I rubbed my hand up and down her back to sooth her. I heard footsteps coming from upstairs. "Gwen? What's wrong? Why are you crying?" Rhys called. He saw us hugging but didn't see my face because it was hidden in Gwen's hair. "Alright you! Get away from my bloody wife or you'll be limping out of here!" I stiffened at the sound of his words. "Sorry mate." I went to pull back from Gwen but she just held on tighter. "Ianto? Is that you?" The shock in Rhys's voice filled the air. It was almost tangible. "Yes." I replied and within seconds Rhys had joined the embrace. He was much quicker to expect that I was alive. After all, he didn't actually see my dead body the way Gwen did. For all he new I faked my death and was never buried. Minutes passed before Gwen stopped sobbing. "You poor thing you must be freezing, come in!" Rhys went into the kitchen to make tea. "So tell me, how are you alive?" Gwen asked. "I searched back through my brain. "I have absolutely no clue. I literally woke up and crawled out of the grave." I answered. Gwen frowned. "Did you have any air?" Air? No! How did I survive if there was no air? "Gwen," I began uncertainty. "I think I'm like Jack now." She seemed to freeze at the sound of his name. "How do you know?" I sighed. "Only one way to find out." I pulled a handgun out of my inside coat pocket. Gwen pushed my hands down. "No." she mouthed her eyes tearing up. Rhys walked into the room with a tray of tea cups. I raised the gun to my head and pulled the trigger.

Darkness again but this time no pain. I suddenly gasped in a huge gulp of air my eyes fluttering open. This is what it was like every time Jack came back. Gwen and Rhys staggered backwards surprised with my sudden consciousness. Gwen's eyes were wet from fresh tears. We all looked at each other and smiled. "What now?" Rhys asked. I took a deep breath in climbing up from the floor. "We reassemble Torchwood."