Tout doucement, sans faire de bruit
Et la mer efface sur le sable
Les pas des amants désunis.
Two minutes, he'd told her. Not nearly enough, but he'll take it.
It's long enough for him to ask about where they were; long enough to disabuse her of any ideas that he'll ever be able to see her again. Long enough for her to mention another Tyler and for him to almost have a heart attack at the idea that she's pregnant and he's the father. (It's Jackie's; the relief is bittersweet). Long enough for her to speak of new jobs at Torchwood, and to say she loves him. Long enough for him to ...
Not nearly long enough.