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Being sucked through the rift was not the worst thing that had ever happened to him. It was less painful than the time he clung to the outside of the TARDIS to follow the Doctor. More dizzying though. He rested with his hand against a wall, trying to force himself to adapt to the pressure now built up in his head. He wasn't yet certain where he'd ended up, but wherever it was it was long away form him. It must have been. The Rift never just spit you back out at home. 

Of course it did all look very much the same. It still looked like Cardiff, it still sounded like Cardiff. It surely still smelt like Cardiff. All the cars looked about the same, all the advertisements were similar. One very important distinction caught his attention, however. the names for branders were all different. 

Newly attentive and aware, Jack Harkness flipped up the leather on his Wrist Strap, checking his Vortex Manipulator. It gave him a very complicated reading and as he looked it over, a terrifying realization crossed his mind. 

"I don't think we're in Kansas anymore, Toto." He let that slide out loud. He was alone anyway. 

It was hours of wandering later that Jack found his way to a small coffee shop outside where Torchwood Three would have stood in his Universe. It wasn't there anymore, because apparently in this place Torchwood either didn't exist or only existed in London. He wondered to himself as he ordered a coffee if his money was even going to work. They didn't seem to notice the change, so at least he had some cash to get by on until he sorted what he was going to do. 

As he turned to leave the shop his attention was stolen by a very familiar face. Standing behind him in line was a dead man, a ghost of his past. Ianto Jones. 

An alternate Ianto Jones, he reminded himself. This one had never met him. He could have been anything or be with anyone. Lisa might still be alive in this place, they might still be together. With a shiver at the thought he gripped his cup a bit to tightly and within a second felt the hot rush of coffee over his hands and clothes. He sighed to himself, turning to Ianto once more as the other was now standing very close to the counter. 

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"Mornin' Ianto! Have you seen Jack around at all?"