Two days now and it hasn't healed. Ok, so the odd gray hair I could cope with. A few lines and wrinkles here and there, well there's creams for that. This though, this is serious. Just when I was kinda getting used to living, it seems like I might be leaving this world sooner than I thought.
What do I feel? Relief? Concern? Fear? A concoction of all of those. Strangely though it's mostly peace. A resignation to the fact. A realisation that I'm not some super-human; I'm just a man. Breakable like those around me.
Death is approaching and my finale is near. One last song and I'll be on my way. So I'd better make it a good one then.
This is Miracle Day and Jack Harkness is dying.
