Ianto walked Dahlia home, despite some mild protests, but her own insistence that he get back to the Oak & Iron before nightfall only proved his point: it wouldn't do to let a lady walk home unescorted.
So he sees her safely to her destination, with a promise to report for work promptly the next morning, and sets out for the Oak & Iron feeling relatively at ease with the world.
He's nearly there when the feeling takes him--the same one that came just before they initialized the computer to complete the opening of the Rift. That creeping sense of wrongdreadrun under the half mad certainty that it was vitally, absolutely necessary.
The certainty that the world was ending.
He stopped near an alleyway when a glimmer of light caught his eye. He stood, squinting, trying to focus...
And knew, almost immediately, that just like the opening of the Rift: he really needed to start trusting his instincts.
Shame he wouldn't get the chance to learn from his mistakes.
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So he sees her safely to her destination, with a promise to report for work promptly the next morning, and sets out for the Oak & Iron feeling relatively at ease with the world.
He's nearly there when the feeling takes him--the same one that came just before they initialized the computer to complete the opening of the Rift. That creeping sense of wrongdreadrun under the half mad certainty that it was vitally, absolutely necessary.
The certainty that the world was ending.
He stopped near an alleyway when a glimmer of light caught his eye. He stood, squinting, trying to focus...
And knew, almost immediately, that just like the opening of the Rift: he really needed to start trusting his instincts.
Shame he wouldn't get the chance to learn from his mistakes.