The morning of the Battle of Canary Wharf “Ianto! Hurry up! We’re gonna be late for work!” Lisa banged on the bathroom door. Listening to the answering grunt she walked away grinning. She did try not to nag him too much, but they really needed to get moving. His continual nightmares about those bloody robots… View Post
Ianto had his first major nightmare less than a week after Ethan had disappeared. The little boy dreamt of swirling lights and hideous creatures, with large fangs, who were trying to eat him. The nightmare caused him to wake up screaming each time. After a couple of nights of this, his father lost patience with… View Post
The big run down house on Kipling Lane was the stuff of legends. Some people said it was haunted; some said terrible things had happened there; some said it should be condemned and pulled down. And just about every set of parents had banned their kids from ever going there, worried about the dangers of… View Post
Ianto Jones sat in his partially unpacked flat and looked around at the piles of boxes and sighed. Only 30 or so more to go, he thought resignedly. He had arrived in Cardiff late the previous night after an emotional journey back from London, his home for the past six years. As the journey had… View Post