Summary: This is written from the perspective Ianto now, December 31st, 2011, having just ended up in in the present a few weeks before the New Year in some alternate dimension thanks to Time Rift nonsense. (It's Doctor Who/Torchwood. Just... go with it. If you can't, go stalk SWS for the threads). He was near-death (less than 30 seconds) at the hands of the 456 so it's probably an understatement to say he's having some existential issues.
Word Count: Approximately 1,300.
Warnings: Its not especially NSFW though references sex once. There's not an ounce of crying but... It's kind of a depressing read. The flashbacks are nice though?
Author's Notes: If you want to experience this bit of writing like an episode with musical overlay, I recommend the following song.
Specifically, this particular piano cover helped me set tone. The Freshman by The Verve Pipe - COVER by Jay Brannan. Additionally, I did my best to research the historical weather patterns for both flashbacks but if they're at all inaccurate my apologies.
( Every Three Years - A New Year's Eve Retrospective )