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"I could come with you. It's been a while since we've been hunting together"

"No. I'll be fine on my own."

"Jack, come on. What's wrong? How often do you turn down sex combined with alien hunting? Something's shaken you up. What's happened?"

"My past is haunting me Ianto." replied Jack, terrified. "Memories I have long since forgotten are suddenly appearing. Why am I remembering now?!"

"I don't know Jack. But you know, it always helps to talk. You taught me that, after Lisa died."

Jack nodded. "I know." Suddenly Jack was all business-like. "But now is not the time." He turned on the engine, revved the accelerator, before hurtling down the darkened street, well above the speed limit.