Ianto was dozing and dreaming on the couch, enjoying a break from his hectic existence as general support.
In his dream, he was laying on a tropical beach, palm trees swaying in a gentle breeze, azure sea lapping against pristine white sand. It was paradise at first; then slowly it changed, the beach becoming a desert, the warm sunshine turning to blistering heat.
Two figures were dragging themselves across the baking sand towards him, gasping and reaching out weakly. Jack and Owen.
“Coffee, need coffee!”
Ianto woke with a start.
“Bloody hell! Can’t even escape their demands in my dreams!”