He shivered as the wind blew its icy breath through the gaps in what he considered his home.
He was very frightened, he had no idea who he was or where he was. He'd woken up in the arms of a stranger, inside something that was impossible and there were others there, staring at him.
When whatever they were inside had made that terrible noise and had crashed, he'd seen the open doors and had made his escape, fleeing like a frightened deer before the hounds.
Now he had time to think, to try and gather his wits and his bearings. He shifted a little to try and avoid the water that was constantly dripping on him and winced as his whole body protested.
He knew he was hurt and he should go somewhere...what was the place?
He let out a frustrated cry, why couldn't he remember. He crawled out of his hiding place and back out into the rain.
He looked up at the night sky, black with cloud and yelled. "Who am I!"
The TARDIS sat silent and scarred from its fall and had fallen silent. She was reeling from the loss of connection to her Time Lord...reeling from when he had died.
Her joy at him being returned to life and safe within her walls had been short-lived.
She'd reacted violently to the emptiness she felt from her pilot and for that she was racked with guilt.
But how could she not react, when the mind she once knew and loved like a lover was no longer there?
Her pain had been excruciating, even more so than when she had felt the others of her kind die.
Her mind had screamed as she fell, screamed at the terror she'd felt from her pilot...he was terrified of her. Her great heart had almost given out...but not quite. She had to save the others within her and had caused herself untold damage in the process.
Now she sat in the dark place they had put her, mired in her own misery and mourning for the loss of her constant companion...the one who'd stolen her and her heart.
On the edges of her mind she felt him enter the dark...the impossible thing, the Fact and she felt something...anger.
She'd heard the murmured words, the demand to help him find her pilot. She felt no regret when she used what energy she had to force him away from her, twice and was glad when he left her in the dark.
For the first time in her long existence she felt old and wished she could join her fellow kind in oblivion.
Jack scowled as he read the report, he couldn't just disappear; he wasn't a ghost.
He along with UNIT had searched the whole area around the TARDIS, but he was nowhere.
He'd continued searching after UNIT had left, until he was on the brink of exhaustion and then beyond it. He returned to the Hub hours after the others, soaked and miserable and had locked himself away in his quarters, refusing any attempts to talk to him.
He'd emerged later the same day and had gone down to the storage area and had returned minutes later in a foul mood.
They'd turned over every shed and hollow and empty building to no avail. Where the hell was he?
Jack threw the report across his office. How could a person just disappear?
The knock at his door made him scowl.
"Go away!" he growled but the door opened.
"I said, go away!"
"No," Ianto's voice answered in a tone that said 'no argument'.
He placed a tray with a pot of coffee and two cups on the cluttered desk and sat down opposite Jack.
"You have to stop Jack, you're tired and angry. You need to rest. It won't help matters if you get ill."
Ianto flinched as the tray and its contents hit the floor and braced himself for the verbal assault that would follow.
What he didn't expect was for Jack to breakdown in front of him, tears streaming unhindered down his face.
"It's my fault Yan...my fault!" Jack sobbed.
Ianto stood and moved round the desk and put a hand on Jack's shoulder. "It's not your fault," he said softly.
Jack shrugged Ianto's hand away. "Yes it is!" he spat. "He was dead Yan and I brought him back!"
Ianto frowned; surely that was a good thing?
"You did what you had to. He'd have forgiven you."
"No Yan, he was dead. What if he'd been dead too long..." Jack trailed off into silence.
Ianto frowned again...what did Jack mean by that? Then it dawned on him.
"You think he came back without a soul?"
Jack looked up at that statement. "What if I did, what if I he's nothing but a shell? Maybe that's why the TARDIS reacted like she did...oh Yan, what if I've condemned him to a living hell by bringing him back...that thing, what if...?"
Ianto moved forward again and this time wrapped his arms around Jack and kissed his hair.
"No cariad, I think he's just confused and frightened. It's a hell of a thing to come back from the dead, you should know."
Jack stifled another sob and buried his head in Ianto's jacket. "He looked so frightened, terrified...of me Yan...me...I can't..."
The rest of Jack's words were lost to tear.
"Sssh now, you need to sleep. We can start again in the morning. C'mon, let's get you to your bed," he said softly.
A few minutes later he climbed the small ladder and emerged back into the Hub and into silence.
He looked round the empty space and sighed.
Not only was there a broken Time Lord out there somewhere, there was a broken Immortal here as well.
He was cold and still wet from the rain and he felt dizzy from the loss of blood. He needed...what was he needed.
It came to him in a flash, he needed medicine...but where could he get that?
He saw lights in the distance...perhaps he could medicine there. Willing his legs to move he headed towards the lights.
It was further than he thought; he was exhausted by the time he finally reached the source of the lights.
It looked like a large building...what was it called? A house, yes that was it, a house.
He stood outside and stared at the house, there was something shiny on the wall of the house. He moved closer and peered at the words on it and murmured the words.
"R Hastings and S Hastings, Veterinary Surgeons...they have medicine."
He moved away and wandered to the side of the house, there was a smaller building that had the words SURGERY written in large words over it.
"Medicine," he whispered and tried the handle of the door. It didn't budge and a surge of anger ran through him and ripped the handle from the door with a strength he didn't realise he had.
"Medicine," he repeated and went inside.