Jack stood in front of the apartment building he'd come to so often to try and live a 'normal' life outside of Torchwood. He looked up to the grey skies above him then stepped inside and walked up the several flights of stairs to get to that one apartment he knew as 'home'. He placed his hand on the door handle, wishing that it would be open, but he knew that it was locked, so he lifted the door mat and opened the small, secret compartment underneath it and took the silver key. Slowly he unlocked the door and stepped inside. Nothing had changed, not that he had expected it to. He kicked off his shoes because for some odd reason he always did, maybe it was because everything looked to nice and he didn't want to mess anything up, even the carpet. He walked out of the small foyer and looked to his left.
The cushions on the couch were fluffed and neatly placed in each corner. On the coffee table was a paper that Jack knew was weeks old and next to it were the two remote controls for the television and DVD player. To his right was the small dining room table, made of a dark oak table with two matching chairs. He looked across the breakfast bar into the kitchen, everything still sitting where it had the last time he was here. Taking a breath he walked down the hallway and opened the first door to his left, the bathroom. He stepped across the hallway and to the door on his right. He remembered sleeping in this bedroom, the double bed which took up most of the room, along side it was two matching pine bed side tables, and in the corner a matching dresser. It was the first night he ever stayed over and not wanting to push things to quickly he argued until he was allowed. He stepped out and braced himself. Walking into the bedroom at the end of the hallway his mind was flooded with memories. He walked to the double bed and sat on the edge. He lay back and pulled one of the pillows close. That sweet scent was still there, still as strong as ever. So many memories, but that was all they were memories and he would keep his promise, even in a thousand years time he would still remember.