3 Months after the destruction of the 456

Jack lay on the makeshift bed in the hut he was staying in. It was mid-day in the deep recesses of the jungle. The Captain ad searched out this particular village close to three months ago when is life fell apart. The natives had welcomed him and given him a place to sty. In return he helped with the daily shores and entertained the children with fantastical stories. It was perfect; no one could find him and there were no reminders of what he had lost. Well, at least not when he was awake.

Jack was disrupted from his rest by a commotion outside. There was never a commotion in the village; it was always so peaceful. Jack stepped when he stepped outside and cursed colourfully.

In the middle of the village, right next to the main fire pit, stood three strange men. Well, strange to the villagers. Jack knew full well who they were. Two were UNIT soldiers, both in full gear. One was obviously a translator, seeing hoe he was talking to the chief. Jac wasn't sure what the other was for. It was the last man that had really caught his attention. He had recognized him right away.

"John!" he snapped.

Everyone turned to look at Jack, but John Hart was the only one to smile. He hit the non-translator on the shoulder. "See? I told you I could find him," he said, then strolled up to Jack, who just glared at him. "So this is where you've been hiding? Not one of my top choices. Too hot and boring-"

"Get out."

"What?"

"You heard me, John. You and your buddies there need to leave here now."

"Hold on. First: Me and some UNIT thugs? Buddies? No way. I was hired by some friend of yours who sent them with me."

"I don't care. Leave. Now!"

"I just spent three months tracking you. You are going to at least do what I was sent here to make you do."

Jack didn't relax at all. "What?"

John took a UNIT issued phone out of one of his pockets. "Call the saved number in there. If you still want us to leave, we will."

Jack gave him another glare for good measure before snatching the phone and going back inside his hut. John followed on his heels.

The phone rand twice before someone answered. "Jack Harkness! Finally!

"Martha. There isn't anything you can say that will justify all this,"

"There is one thing."

"One thing that isn't going to happen."

"But it has, Jack! Ianto Jones is alive!

End Prolog