"He probably has," Ianto said, trying to keep up with the conversation. "I mean, knowing Jack, he might be...stashing the uniform somewhere to see if he can somehow keep it for later use, or something like that. Put it into a special container used only for the dangerous archives, or. Y'know."

"But, yeah. I'm... I'm sure we'll get some more time. I mean. The... The day isn't close to being over yet, or. Or anything." Ianto tried to convince himself that there would be another chance for them to talk. For all he knew, they could even send Jack away, or volunteer themselves to check on things in the archives, or the cells or. Unfortunately, the disappointment of the moment ending and the fact that he was progressively feeling worse and worse was doing nothing to aid his optimism.

"I... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I. If I could. If I could hold on for longer I would, I really would. But." He swallowed, leaning forward involuntarily, his stomach starting to roll as well as just cramp up. "I. I'm really not feeling so great anymore. We. We better find Jack now. I. I really don't want to make things any worse by vomiting on you..."