Gwen knelt beside the body, holding the still warm hand in hers as she waited; steeling herself for what she knew would come.

The first time it had happened, she had gathered him up in her arms and rocked him gently to and fro. She had whispered soothing words in his ear as his body was wracked with sobs, her own tears falling silently into his hair. He had growled in frustration and begged her to make the pain go away. However when it happened again and again, every time he had died since that time, she wondered how much more she could take. After 18 months and 21 deaths, 11 of them self inflicted she was at the end of her tether.

She felt the hand tighten in hers and she held her breath. "Not long now," she thought. Suddenly, the man's eyes shot open and he sucked in a great gasp of air. "Ianto," he cried. "No, Jack, it's me....Gwen," He turned his head left and right scanning the room, taking in the webly lying by his side where it had fallen. Puzzled, he turned his face back to Gwen's. "Where's Ianto?" He asked in a too small voice. "Ianto's gone, Jack.....remember?"

"Oh," he said. He turned his back on her and curled up on his office floor. She placed a comforting hand on his shoulder as he shook with silent sobs.