Jack stared up at the hatch. No. No it couldn't have. The sound echoed around the small room and Jack knew he was closed in.

"No," he shouted at the figure as he turned his head.

Jack, he heard, distant in the back of his mind. Jack! Jack wake up. Jack!

Jack frowned. It didn't make sense.

Jack!

He woke with a start.

He was lying in his bed and beside him, Ianto was sitting with one hand on his arm. "Yeah," Jack breathed out. "Yeah. Must have been asleep."

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All day, Jack pondered on that dream. That dream that wasn't a dream. The Master. No. It wasn't the Master. It was... he didn't know.

Another day passed, more adventures, more chasing, more shooting. The same old thing. It came to night and he was alone. He didn't want to go to sleep.

He didn't want to. So he stayed awake. He stayed awake, that was, until his body forced him to sleep. Exhaustion setting in, deep in the night.

He drifted off.