Lights pulse and flash over the walls, leaking out of the clubs with loud music and louder laughter.
The lights briefly illuminate a figure, standing still in the middle of the narrow street. Already lined with drunks, although the night is still young.
It's hard to remember a time when this wasn't his life, when this wasn't everything. Wandering from planet to planet and club to club, trying to find someone.
Anyone.
Because if he can just find one eyewitness, find one person so drunk they'll tell him the stories that are never said aloud, he can find-
Him.
The one he's been searching for for six months, two weeks, and three days. The only one who can set right what he did wrong.
Captain Jack Harkness straightens up, tries to remember how to smile, and walks into the first bar of the night.
A/N: This is the promo drabble for our upcoming Doctor Who/Torchwood fic, "Chasing the Clock". The first chapter of "Chasing the Clock" should be posted shortly!