Kieran found Ianto in his office, still staring at the now cold cup of tea in his hands.
"Hey. You okay there, boss?" he said softly, touching Ianto's good arm.
"Yeah. Just tired, Kieran." Ianto smiled.
"Can I help?" Kieran asked with concern.
"No, I don't know if anyone can," Ianto groaned, rubbing his face.
"Look, this was delivered for you a wee while ago but I didn't want to bother you." Kieran placed an envelope in front of Ianto on the desk along with another cup of tea.
Ianto frowned and took a sip of the tea. Sweet.
He didn't recognise the writing and saw no sign of a sender's address.
It had been hand delivered, obviously, as there was not a post mark either.
He looked up at Kieran who was looking just as puzzled. With another sip of his too sweet tea, Ianto felt the envelope and could feel a large lump in one corner.
Ianto finally opened the manila envelope. He shook it and a baby's dummy fell out. Walter's "Sucky".
Ianto was on his feet before he could even think, and Kieran was holding him as he tried to breathe. This was what had been taken from the old house. Taken before the fire?
"You're hyperventilating. Calm down," Kieran soothed, but Ianto felt something weird happening and as he turned to tell Kieran something was wrong, his legs gave out.
"I've got you. It's going to be alright. I've got you," Kieran soothed as Ianto lost consciousness.
Ianto woke to the sound of dripping. The echo told him he was deep in the archives of the library. Three levels down in the basement that they lovingly referred to as the hub.
Ianto groaned as the urge to throw up became overwhelming, and as he succumbed to the urge he felt hands turning him to help.
"It's alright Ianto, just breathe."
"Kieran? Oh god, what's happening?" Ianto struggled to sit up and Kieran helped again.
"Ianto, you need to stay calm. It's the only way we can save Walter," Kieran pleaded.
"Oh god, you don't think they'll hurt him, do you?" Ianto gasped.
He rose unsteadily to his feet and began feeling his way around the room.
"Ianto, I've checked. There is no way out," Kieran whispered.
"Are you okay? God, Kieran, did they hurt you?" Ianto swung to face Kieran and wished he hadn't as nausea threatened again.
"Hurt me? Ianto, don't you get it?" Kieran walked over and put his hands on Ianto's shoulders.
"Kieran? Why aren't you afraid?" Ianto whispered as reality dawned.
"Why would I be, Ianto? This is my game." Kieran grinned.