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[coffee_sir]

The snow had been gone for a few days now, and Ianto couldn't have been happier that it had. The yurt setup had been cozy at first, but after a certain amount of time having one's space shared by oneself, one's girlfriend, a dog and a pig stopped being ''cozy'' and started being ''claustrophobic''. Not that they couldn't all wander off and to the

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[make_creation]

New Year's Eve and Day had been wonderful. He and Tosh and Jackson had spent a lot of time indoors, both at their place and the compound. Their place. He still wasn't used to that. He hadn't lived there for very long, but already it was feeling like a home. Of course it felt more like home when it returned to the hut he was familiar with

[coffee_sir]

Ianto greeted Mark with a warm smile. It wasn't entirely genuine, but Mark didn't need to know that. Banon greeted him with a series of sharp yips. "Fach," Ianto scolded, and the little dog piped down immediately.

"Morning Mark," he continued. "How are you?"

[make_creation]

"I'm...okay," he replied. He shifted the pack and stepped closer so he could lean down and offer his hand to the little, shrill dog. This was never easy news to deliver and he detested being the one who had to spread the word. There was just no good way to do it.

"I came because I have some, um, bad news," he said. He'd taken a few hours to pull himself together, so when he looked up at Ianto, his pale eyes only held a quiet strength. He had the business of all this to take care of.

"Tosh is gone. And Jackson," he said gently.

[coffee_sir]

The world stilled at the news. No, not the world, just Ianto, but he felt as if any movement he made would be slow and sluggish, as though moving through a London fog so thick it had weight to it. So he didn't move at first, just stared at Mark as though trying to process what had been said.

But he had processed. He had understood. The second the words were out of the other man's mouth, Ianto knew what this meant. He was alone. He'd managed, once again, to lose everyone, his team, and he hadn't even put up a fight this time.

They weren't dead, no. Well, it was unlikely that they were. They hadn't suffered at the least. Their bodies hadn't been torn apart by forces beyond their understanding; they hadn't had their brains cut out, their personalities replaced by metal and circuitry. But what had happened exactly? It was up to one's imagination, and Ianto had pretty dark ideas