Two hooded figures, one male and one female, stood in a dark corner by the Wales Millennium Centre. They were waiting for a certain man to go by. After three hours their patience was paid off. They watched as the man passed them in his impeccably tailored, black three piece suit. His shirt was a wonderfully deep red and around his neck he wore a black silk tie. The male stared intently until the gorgeous looking man was no longer in sight. He then turned to his companion.
"You see?" He whispered, his voice strained with emotion. "He was so beautiful. He was perfect. Of all the people I've known, he's the one I miss most of all. It's been 400 years and I still can't let him go."
Reluctantly, with his heart breaking yet again, Jack Harkness walked away from Ianto Jones forever.