The year is 4362, Jack is sitting in a small café only a few galaxies away from his birth planet, the café is crowded with men, women, robots, neutrals and everyone else in between. His latest love, Bridge, is collecting their order. Bridge walked over and put down a striped mug in front of Jack,
"I wasn't sure what you wanted so I got you coffee," Bridge looked up, Jack was staring down into the coffee, then he suddenly broke down. Bridge pulled him close, whispering comforting words in the immortal's ear, Jack just cried, remembering the coffee, remembering Ianto.