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Jack looked down at the piece of paper in his hand then up again at the sea. Torchwood 3's hub hadn't been rebuilt yet. The only consolation was that the cryo freeze chambers had not been damaged and those that had been occupied had been moved to a secure location. The address of which was written down on the piece of paper that he held. His plan was to find Gray, and send him back to the 51st century, ten years after the invasion. It had seemed painfully simple back on the TARDIS before he had left; now he wasn't so sure. The immortal man carried on looking out at the sea until some body else came and stood next to him. He didn't even need to look to know who it was.
"Doctor."
"Captain."
They stood there in silence. Until,
"You really do need to leave don't you?"
"I have to put things right, or try at least."
"I know. And that's why I thought you might need this."
The sound of the sonic screw driver broke through the silence and was followed by a beep from Jack's vortex manipulator as the time travelling circuitry whirred back in to life.
"Fixed, should last you for a couple of thousand years now."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. Now I have to go, places to go, people to meet. You know the story."
"Yeah, I know. Good bye Doctor."
"Good bye Jack."
Then he stood alone and listened as the last of the time lords walked away.