Over the past few weeks, Mitchell had been acting strangely. I mean, I've seen him strange, but this is different. This isn't giddy happy, hell no, but it isn't blood drunk or frighteningly angry. He is just so quiet. A few minutes ago I told him the real hustle was on. He didn't reply.

I went through to the lounge and sat next to Nina on the sofa. She was where Mitchell should be.

Of course, I do know what's wrong. Annie. We're all upset. But we are going to get her back… We just don't know how yet. But we are.

I feel guilty, of course I do. I wanted to help her, but I couldn't. I know Mitchell scared her, the last time he ever saw her, but neither of them ever told me what he said. I tried to help. Tried to make him feel a bit better. Nothing works.

Until we know how to get her back, what else can I do?

I can tell Nina knows what I'm thinking about. She always can tell. I'm not focused on the real hustle. She is only watching it for me.

A knock at the door pulls me away from my thoughts. I look over at Nina who raises her eyebrows at me. With a sigh I go to answer the door.

I am not surprised by who is there. I've seen far stranger things. Far stranger people. It's just not what I'm expecting to see, that's all.

The man standing before me is tall, but not overly. He has dark brown, wild hair (not as wild as Mitchell's mind). His eyes were a pure blue colour, watery, and instantly trustworthy.

What was most odd though, was his outfit. He was wearing perfectly normal shirt and trousers, but it was what he wore with this that was strange. Over his shirt he wore a dark blue RAF coat accompanied by brown military boots.

"Hi, I'm here to see a Mr. John Mitchell. Is he in?"

"What? Oh, sorry, yes he's in. I'll just go and get him."

I didn't invite him in. It was too far from the full moon for me to really tell if he was a vampire. I intended to wait until Mitchell said so to invite him in. If he said anything.

I called up the stairs to Mitchell and quickly went back to Nina before he came down.

"Who was it?" she mouthed at me.

"I dunno. Some weirdo friend of Mitchell's" I whispered back.

"Aren't all his mates weird?"

"Oi! That's not fair!"

"I didn't mean you stupid!"

At the door, Mitchell cleared his throat. We both turned to him guiltily. To our surprise, he stood there with his friend, smiling. Grinning even.

"Guys, this is Jack Harkness. I worked for him once."

"Captain Jack Harkness" he corrected.

"Sorry. Captain Jack Harkness. He might be staying for a while.

"When did you say you worked for him? You've never mentioned him before." I asked.

"Never mentioned me!" Jack muttered jokingly. "Unbelievable!"

"About 40 years ago" Mitchell replied, ignoring Jack. He made to walk away, but Nina stopped him.

"40 years?" she asked. "That's not possible. He wouldn't have been old enough, surely?"

"Is he a… you know…?" I stuttered. I had known Mitchell for about 3 years now, but I still didn't like using the word. As well as that, Nina was new to this life and she was still getting used to it.

"A vampire?" Mitchell confirmed. I nodded slowly. "No, he's not."

"I'm something different." He interjected.

"Oh yeah? What's that then? We've had vampire, werewolf and ghost. So, what does that leave you with? What else is there?" I was rude to him. I know I shouldn't have been. I didn't know him. That wasn't how I'd been bought up to be like. He didn't seem to notice my rudeness. If anything, he enjoyed it.

"There's me." He said with a grin.

"I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't mean to be rude. Its just…..

Before I could continue, Mitchell cut me off. He had obviously become bored with the conversation, as Mitchell often did.

"Oh, shush George! Come here, we've got something we need to do!" He said, grabbing my arm and dragging me into the kitchen.

Nina and Jack followed us in. Nina looked as confused as me, but as usual, Jack was just grinning.

"Alright," Mitchell started. "Nina, George, I need you to do exactly as I say, ok?"

"Why?" I asked. "What are we doing?"

"Questions later. Ok, Nina, what I need you to do is stop the bleeding-"Nina opened her mouth to ask a question, but Mitchell left no time for that. "- and George, you have to hold on to the door until we come out. The last thing we want is the door disappearing. Ok, Jack, come over here."

"Wait Mitchell! Stop! What door?" I asked

"The door into death." He replied simply, as if it were the most stupid question ever.

When Jack was at Mitchell's side, Mitchell gestured at the holster at Jack's waist.

Mitchell looked shocked when Jack shook his head.

"But we need the gun!" Mitchell complained.

Jack didn't answer. He simply reached into his bag discarded on the floor beside him, and pulled out another gun and holster, similar to his own.

He held it out to Mitchell, who looked gobsmacked. Slowly he reached out to take it from Jack.

"Its my gun! Oh, thank you Jack!" He cried.

"We had better be getting on with the matter at hand." Said Jack seriously. He was grinning too though.

We waited a minute for Mitchell to fit the holster and find the gun already loaded. I glanced at Nina to see that she was thinking what I was. Mitchell was planning to use the gun.

"Mitchell wait," I said. "Your not going to use that are you?"

Even as I said this, Mitchell was raising the pistol. To my surprise and horror, he was pointing it at Jack.

"Mitchell, what do you thi-"Nina started.

She was cut off by a single gunshot.