Captain Jack Harkness

Six am on a Monday morning and it's no surprise that Jack is already up and about in the Torchwood Hub. Time means nothing here. No natural light or semblance of time of day. It's easy to lose yourself and forget the world outside, which all too often, after everyone has gone home, he does.

A normal Monday morning then (if there's anything even resembling normality for Torchwood), or so it would seem. It's been a rare weekend off for the team. Jack thought they could all do with the break. Well, that and the fact he was a little bit scared of what Rhys might do if he didn't get his wife to himself for once. Uneventful then, and luckily without Rift activity (or at least without any that's flagged up an alert). Jack spent Saturday with Ianto. They even went out and found a little country pub, played a little game of pretending they are normal. They both know it's only a game.

So here now, Jack sits and waits in the quiet, waiting for the inevitable arrival of his team. Of hearing voices fill the void. The smell of coffee fill the air. But it doesn't come. Ianto always arrives first. Always before everyone. But the hour passes seven, and then seven thirty, and when it hits eight, Jack starts to worry.

He calls his mobile and there's no answer, nothing but the long harsh tone of the ringing. Worry turns to panic.