Chapter 4
Present day Cardiff.
Jack snapped out of his reverie as Gwen threw open his office door. Jack turned away from her and wiped away the tears that had begun to roll down his cheeks at the memory if the happiest time during that war he had ever experienced and he doubted he would ever feel something as powerful as that ever again.
"Jack?" Gwen paused as he turned back to her. "Have you been crying?" She asked stepping over the paper on the floor. She picked it up and followed it onto the end of his desk without reading or glancing at it.
"I might have been." Jack said glumly, his eyes falling to the photograph of Alice once more. Gwen followed his eye line and smiled slightly.
"She's beautiful. Old friend, Jack?"
"Something like that.," he said and when Gwen flashed him a look. He continued. "Her name was Alice Amelia Davenport, she was a prima ballerina with a ballet company based in London during the Second World War. She and I had... Something, that you don't need to know about." Jack finished hotly.
"I came up to tell you that there is a young woman downstairs, a ballerina, looking for you."
"Did she give a name?"
"Amelia Alice Davenport- Harkness."