Ianto glances around them. The shadows? But it had been so real. A battlefield, the knife...

He doesn't want to sound crazy, by saying any of it aloud, but the alternative is to sound stupid, so he shakes his head. "It was more than that, I. I think it was some sort of vision, perhaps? I've never experienced anything like it. There was -- a battle?"

He glances around, trying to understand what exactly had happened and whether he should be worried it might happen again.