It's so hard. Hard to be here, hard to leave. He takes a breath and steps towards the side table, reaching for the pad and pen sitting atop a pointless ink-blotter. He jots a number. His private line at Torchwood. The page rips as he pulls it from the pad and he folds it up while walking over to her.

"Take this. It's my number. Call me. Please."

He leans over and places a gentle kiss to her cheek. "Goodnight, Mina."