Ianto rolled onto his back and lay staring up at the stars.
Something wasn’t quite right, but for a minute he couldn’t work out what. Then it came to him.
How the hell could there be stars when he was in bed in Jack’s bunker?
He poked Jack in the ribs.
Jack peered up, smiling sleepily.
“There shouldn’t be stars underground!”
“S’okay, they’re not real.”
“What d’you mean?”
“That thing we found is a projector. I finally got it working, wanted to surprise you. Don’t you like it?”
Ianto thought, then smiled.