"No... No, that's not-- I didn't. Why would I do that?" Ianto fought against it because it didn't make sense to him. It was there now, like a clear image in his head, but he had never hurt a child in his life. Not once. He knew that, he knew it as a fact, so why was this so clear in his head. "Don't put stuff in my head..."

He never forgave himself, of course he didn't, there was no way. He didn't even like upsetting Bill and now this. He closed his eyes and tried to push it away from his mind. "Why would I lock up a boy?"