"I suppose it was more the artifacts themselves that were haunted, in the end," Ianto says, making a small noise of agreement and taking another sip of his coffee. "So long as I never have to catch sight of one of those spears again, I don't think I'll have any more battlefield hallucinations."

Not any caused by any ghosts following him any about, anyway. He'll certainly be having dreams about the fallout with the dragon for a while yet but that's more to do with how awful that was on a personal level than anything else.

"I could have done without the three day journey through the tundra to get here though," he gripes. "The least the Natha could have done was to drop us off closer to the city itself. I mean, they should have the capability, all things considered."