Jack wasn't sure how long he was trapped in that one nightmare. The images of faces of people in terror, the screams and the sounds of the creatures. The memories of being a scared little boy feeling so fresh and raw.

But he wouldn't give in. He promised that to himself, he wouldn't.

Time didn't seem to matter in this blackness. Maybe it had been no time at all, maybe it had been forever, who was he to know?

He wanted to wake up. He told himself to wake up. But he didn't. Nothing happened and nothing changed.

Somewhere, in the back of his mind he thought he heard the voice of Ianto trying to wake him. But his body didn't wake, his body was stuck in this sleep.

And he was trapped.

"Enough!" he called, after what seemed like more hours of torment. "Enough!" he just wanted to rest.