"Can you make it two Pepperoni Feasts tonight?" Ianto says into the phone. He's up in the conference room, waiting on the doctor to arrive. Better get his dinner order in now, while he's got the time. "And a tub of coleslaw. My boss says I'm not eating enough vegetables."

There's a sound of machinery clanking downstairs-- the door is opening. "Yeah, usual time," Ianto says quickly. "See you then." He makes his way downstairs, smiling at the white-haired old man with the metal case who has wandered into the Hub. "Good to see you again, sir. Are they looking after you at the hotel?"

Ianto comes to a stop in front of the doctor and bows. "Konnichiwa, Tanizaki-san."

Tanizaki mirrors the gesture and the greeting. "Konnichiwa." Ianto takes the man's case and leads him away from the main part of the Hub.


The sound of dripping water can be heard at this level, where the only lights are the reds and blues of emergency backups. The door at the end of the corridor is locked, and Ianto pulls the key from inside his jacket.

"I did all I could," Ianto says, not sure whether it's a warning or an apology. "I really did." He opens the door.


The room is dominated by a large metal framework, flanked by a respirator and monitors, with tubes and wires threaded throughout like wild vines. There is a table off to one side, on which a bowl of fruit, a picture, and a vase of flowers have been placed. In the middle of this mechanical web lies a person, a woman. Ianto flips a switch and the frame she lies on rotates, lifting her into a more upright position. Half of her body, maybe more than half, is bright, cold metal.

"My God!" says Tanizaki, not believing his own eyes. "It's not possible! One of them survived!"

Ianto steps forward and kisses the woman gently, on the lips. "This is Lisa."