Ianto noticed something was very strange when he started seeing the ship contorting around them. Sulu's clinging to him let him know that he wasn't the only one who was seeing this. For a moment, Ianto was convinced that the entire ship was going to...who knows, swallow them up in one huge, frightening attempt to make them miserable, but then he blinked, and looked around, and realized. "...we're in my flat," Ianto said. And they were. Standing in the middle of his entryway, their two suitcases standing neatly beside them in the hallway.

He turned to Sulu, looking at him closely. The cut on his head had disappeared, and so had the bite mark on his shoulder. Ianto reached out to touch Sulu's temple, and his hand met clear, uninjured skin. "You're... It's gone. How... I guess the virus wore off. How do you feel?" he asked, not letting go of Sulu's arm quite just yet. They'd never been conscious for a shift like that, before. It was entirely possible that there might be some sort of side effects to staying conscious for the instant reheal, for all Ianto knew.