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Walter hesitantly touched her arm, showing surprise as he felt its warmth.

Babbit frowned and then hid his face against Jack's shoulder as he grizzled softly.

Jack soothed him and sat in the chair, engulfing the child in a hug that suited both of them.

Stephen hung back against the wall.

Ianto wanted to touch her too, to say something, do something that might help but all he could do was breathe as Walter's hand slid up to her face and he cupped her cheek.

"Rory, you have to wake up now" Walter begged and Ianto looked away.

Stephen finally moved, taking Walter in his arms as he softly told him that Rory couldn't hear him because she was listening to angels singing.

Ianto was balling his fists so hard that his nails drew blood in his palms while he smiled reassuringly as Walter looked at him, then leaned in to kiss her.

"What will happen?" Walter asked, ever the realist like Lisa had been.

She will go deeper and deeper asleep until she goes past Neverland and into the next place." Ianto said shakily as he reached for his boy's shoulder.

"She will see Tinker bell?" Babbit asked as he turned his head to re-join the room.

"Maybe" Ianto shrugged.

"I wanna see the crocodile!" Babbit enthused, "He ticks!"

"Yes darling" Ianto sighed, so tired.

Jack knew the others were waiting and didn't want to face his mother so he rose and motioned for the kids to follow.

"I … I want to stay" Ianto said.

Jack left the room and brushed past Eugene and James, who each patted his arm.

Victoria saw her son coming with Babbit in his arms and Stephen leading Walter with an arm casually thrown across his shoulder.

She focused on Stephen's blonde bob.

She was looking at her son's young doppelganger as he looked up and caught her gaze, the same eyes of all Harkness men glared back at her.

"Jackson?" she said as she reached for him and Jack neatly sidestepped, getting between them.

"She's going" he said softly, not looking at his mother, "Ianto wanted a moment, then you can go in. Please be kind, he is very fragile right now."

"Oh course darling, what do you take me for!" she crooned.

Jack looked up at her and left no doubt what he took her for. She had the decency to look away as he led his brood to the waiting room so Ianto could say his last goodbye to his little princess.

Stephen looked back over his shoulder and frowned as he watched her deflate with sorrow.

Stephen knew what it was to lose family, he also knew family was to be cherished and he sighed.

Grandmother Harkness would clearly never understand that.

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Eugene and James entered, followed by Victoria and Ianto moved to the wall space Stephen had preferred.

They didn't stay long, Eugene overcome with grief as he finally saw that she was already gone in spirit.

Finally alone, Ianto gathered her small body and slid onto the bed so he could hold her.

He sang softly as he stroked her hair and watched the machines, nodding to Owen who turned them off silently.

At dusk, on the day of Ianto's sad, forgotten birthday… Aurora's sun set for the final time.

Ianto wept.