Disclaimer- I own nothing. Torchwood belongs to the Russel T Davies and the BBC. I just had a little fun with the characters.
One Footprint Among Many
All I can do know is hold back my tears and hope to make a difference, one footprint among the many others on this ever changing planet. One footprint upon the sand, as where my footprints among my father's and brothers, lost in time, in the future yet so long ago.
If I try to tread lightly, it seems it cannot be helped but to be pulled back down again, whether it is by force or by choice or, in my case, by love. The one who saved me is long gone now, but his footprint was left among the earth.
A human, it seems, is only meant to live so long, to only leave so many footprints, so many broken hearts, so many tears, but often there are the times when I fear that I have left too many heavy footprints. So now I tread more carefully and hope for the best.
The 21st century is when everything changes and Torchwood was ready. That was, until our world was ripped out from beneath us.
So now we carry on, the two of us, together, for our Teaboy, my saviour, my Welshman, my Ianto Jones, our saving grace.
But I still fear the day when Gwen passes into the place that I cannot follow.
He saved the world. And died hoping that was enough for me to remember him by, the world remembers him to. In its own silent way, a footprint left in stone to stay there for a thousand years, because if there's one thing I've learnt in my 150 years on this planet it's that the Earth never forgets.
