Ianto's a-Comm flickers on, showing Ianto in the theater, on his knees, doubled over. His suit has seen better days, but he doesn't appear injured, just a bit ill.
"I loved the cinema. Going with my dad...when things weren't total shit with him. God, how the hell did I end up here?"
Ianto raises his head, fixated on the images of the lobotomies
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