How long had he been in the darkness?
How long had he been dead?
Ianto didn't have a clue, he'd lost track in that endless abyss of loneliness, he woke up in the cold storage where all Torchwood's deceased employee's were kept after death.
Managing to pry the door open, he rolled the sliding gurney out, pushing the body bag off of him with what little control he had over his still stiff body and swung his legs over the side, taking a large lungful of air, he let it out in a long sigh, pulling himself off the gurney and clinging to it. His legs wobbly.
Taking a step and managing to keep his balance, he stretched, using the wall as leverage and trying to wake his body up, back popping in a loud chain of noise, before he started to walk again, bare feet silent against the chilled ground. The only thing on his body was a pair of thin pants.
Making his way out of the room, he looked around the hub. "Jack? Gwen?" He called, no use yelling for Tosh or Owen, they were long since deceased, heading out of the hub and up towards the nearest phone, and finding his blue tooth next to it, he used the phone first -- Dialing Jack, the ringing made him shift nervously. When the line picked up, he took a breath at the voice on the other end. "Jack?"
How was he supposed to explain mysteriously coming back to life? He knew there was some sort of bond that tied him to Jack, he could feel it, something tying his soul to the Captain's immortality.
