“Which is the real Ianto?” Gwen asked, confused.
“We both are!” The Iantos glared at her.
“I think Gwen means which of you is this universe’s Ianto,” Tosh explained.
“That would be me.” The Ianto on the left raised his hand, shattering the illusion that they were reflections of each other.
“What I want to know is how I wound up here,” the other Ianto said, shoving his hands in his pockets. “The last thing I remember, I was adjusting the sub-etheric resonator, there was a power surge, and suddenly I’m looking at myself without the benefit of a mirror.”
TBC in ‘Speculations’