“So you’re Torchwood now?”

            “Gwen tracked me down and made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.” Hart looked around curiously. “So this is the TARDIS. Do you always pet it like that?”

            “It is a she and she likes it. So, Gwen got you out of jail and blackmailed you into honest work. I would have thought she would want nothing more to do with Torchwood after…”

            “She didn’t have much of a choice. The government made a complete cockup of the reconstruction. Sent in a bunch of suits from Torchwood London who pissed off everyone from the mayor to the pensioners in Splott. It got ugly real fast. Finally someone with some common sense crawled up the Cooper-Williams drive and begged her to step in.”

            “And the baby?”

            “Kyna? Pretty girl. She’s five now.”

            “She named her after Toshiko.” Jack smiled. “The names mean more or less the same.”

            “There’s a boy also. Two. His name is Ieuan. Rhys says between Jack, Ianto, and  John, what’s one more version.” John poked at one of the panels in the main console and got a mild electric shock for his trouble. “All right, I get the idea. No touching. Jack…aren’t you going to ask?”

            “I held Ianto’s body as he died. I saw him buried in his family churchyard. Whoever that is, he isn’t Ianto.”

            “That’s just it, Jack. Every test we ran says he is.”  John touched Jack’s shoulder. “I’m sorry. I’m thirty-three kinds of bastard, but I wouldn’t hurt you this way if I didn’t think it was important.”

            “Then what aren’t you telling me?”

             “He’s dancing around the concept of cloning, Jack.” The Doctor emerged from the corridor leading to his private quarters. “Right, Mr. Hart?”

            “Yes.”

            Jack’s hands tightened around the console railing until his knuckles stood out white against the skin. “Someone cloned Ianto.”

            “Maybe others. Ifan remembers other patients at the facility.”

            The Doctor punched in a sequence on the main control board. “All right, gentlemen. The TARDIS is still blocked from landing on Earth, so one of you is going to have to carry me along.”

            “You’re coming, Doc?”

            “Jack. Think. Whoever is doing this knows you would do anything to get Ianto back, and they also know I’m probably the only person who could stop you from doing whatever it is they want. If they don’t want me on Earth, I have to be there.”