I think its nearly time I start going out and doing things again. The Hub, alone at night, may be starting to get to me. At least three of us are happy. Which leaves a lot to be said for Ianto, Owen, and myself.
These memories of my dad, of Grey, were so buried. Why are they emerging now? What's so special about now? I wish I understood. Maybe Adam was right about my subconscious. Something feels off though.