Confirmed zombie, then. Gross. Johnny shakes his head, rifles through his pockets until he finds the cigarettes he'd manfiested earlier. "Yeah, this house is eight kinds of fucked. There's like... two different versions of it, or something. This one and that one." He nods toward the door they've just come through. "You get swapped in and out every time you go through a door. I've been trying to find a way outside. You want one?" He holds out the pack invitingly. Won't really be able to light it without Ianto's lighter, but he's not thinking that far ahead yet.