Something even worse is coming...
Jack was shaken from his grief-stricken stupor first by the roar that echoed round the room and then the roof collapsing...not on him as the barrier did its job of keeping him out and keeping the debris in.
He got to his feet and could only stare at the rubble that now covered the machine and had also buried the Master and the Doctor.
He didn't care one jot about the Master; the roof collapse had saved him the job of killing him
But the Doctor, that he did regret.
Perhaps it was for the best, at the end the Doctor was at the best deluded if not clinically insane, driven to it by White Coat and everything else that had happened. Jack could have helped the Doctor; he was sure he could...that was until the Master came onto the scene and twisted the Doctor's already unsteady psyche even more.
Even then he still thought he could help him if he got him away from the Master...then he'd gotten pregnant, lost one child in god awful circumstances and from then on it was inevitable and now even he didn't think he could help the Doctor.
There was nothing he could now; the rubble would become the resting place of the last remnants of a world that had been long dead.
The sound of marching filled the air and Jack knew he had to go...whatever was outside was the new threat now.
He turned away from the barrier, away from what was now a grave. As he headed for the door the barrier began to crackle...of course, the roof collapse would have severely damaged or broken the controls.
He turned back just as the barrier shimmered and disappeared.
He was caught by indecision; should he try and retrieve the bodies so he could give them a half decent burial or did he leave them and face what was outside?
The decision was made for him by another roar from outside.
"I'm sorry," he said to the pile of rubble and turned away, and this time he kept on walking.
He jogged along the huge warehouse that housed the now dead generators that had powered the machine.
As he got closer to the doors he could hear not just marching but snarls and growls. He ducked down and crawled over to the only window and looked out.
"Right," he said. "Only one thing for it."
He stood, plastered a smile on his face and stepped out.
Ianto was sure he was going to die and he looked away from the blade that was descending.
But the blow never came and he dared himself to look.
His would be executioner seemed to be engaged in an argument with a fellow soldier...well he guessed it was an argument.
The other creature seemed to be its superior; he had a red crest on his helmet and that arrogant attitude that came with authority.
They snarled and growled at each other but then the one without the crest fell silent and sheathed his sword and bowed.
His superior turned to the group that were holding him and Gwen and let out a short bark and the soldiers began shoving them forward.
Were they being taking to the huge creature; surely that couldn't be their leader, Ianto thought.
Then they were past it and being shoved through the ranks of the creatures.
Ianto could see then that this was not just snarling beasts; there was an order to them. They all wore armour and carried those huge swords and some carried spears and others rode what looked like a hyena crossed with a lion.
He saw flashes of colour everywhere...where they identification as to what rank or unit they belonged to?
This was an organised army, not an undisciplined horde.
They were shoved towards a large canopy under which a group of figures were standing round a table. They turned when he and Gwen were shoved in.
They looked different to the other, smaller, more human looking, but they still spoke in the snarls and growls of their larger compatriots; yet the larger soldiers showed deference to them...even a little fearful.
These then were the ones in charge.
One of the group stepped forward and grabbed Gwen by her hair and pulled her forward and looked into her eyes and a few moments later let out a growl. Then it did the same to Ianto and growled once again.
It turned to the creature that had stopped his executioner and let out a stream of snarls and growls and it sounded annoyed.
There was a commotion outside the canopy and the ranks parted and both Ianto and Gwen's eyes widened in shock.
"Hi guys...did you miss me?" Jack said.
The one who seemed to be the leader barked out an order and Jack was dragged forward and his head yanked back and the leader looked into his eyes.
Then it surprised all three by speaking in perfect English.
"You are not Time Lords. Where is the Time Lord?"
Jack answered." What's a Time Lord?"
The leader snarled and hauled Jack closer. "Do not lie."
Jack knew they was no point in lying...this thing seemed to smell lie.
"Try hell, they all burnt."
The one that seemed to be the leader let out what appeared to be a laugh. "It is not wise to test me. Where is the Time Lord that belongs to my Lord?"
Now Jack knew he didn't need to lie. "Try under the rubble of that building your little pet demolished."
The leader barked out orders and a group of soldiers broke rank and ran off in the direction of the ruined building.
"He's dead you know," Jack said.
The leader leaned closer and whispered in Jack's ear. "Death is no escape from My Lord."
They were then chained to each other and made to sit just outside the canopy.
"Why didn't you follow orders?" Jack said.
"Did you really think we would?" Gwen replied.
"Guess not, but we will be discussing it."
Ianto laughed." You think we're getting out of this?"
"Nothing like a sense of optimism," Jack said.
Anymore conversation was lost in the sound of things being moved as the giant creature began to shift rubble.
"Is he really dead?" Ianto said.
Jack nodded. "He was dead before the roof fell...the Master." He hesitated before speaking again. "The Master, he murdered him."
"What, why would he do that?"
"Because he's the Master!" Jack spat.
They fell silent as the creature moved more rubble until Ianto said.
"What did it mean death is no escape?"
There was a sudden flurry of activity and the air was filled with howls and snarls.
The soldiers around the canopy parted and four soldiers entered carrying two broken and bloodied bodies.
They were barely recognisable as the Doctor and the Master and Jack had to fight to keep his stomach where it was.
Both bodies were laid on the table that had been cleared.
The crowd parted again and another of the creatures appeared, this one wasn't dressed in armour and it appeared much older than the others, there was a sprinkling of grey in its fur.
It spoke to the man in charge who bowed and backed away; whoever this was, they must be very powerful.
The elderly creature looked at the Master's body and said. "Sis Ra," and the crowd murmured.
Then he moved to the Doctor and laid a hand on his forehead. "Sis Ra, Sorsha."
The crowd let out snarls and growls and the elderly creature held up its hand and silence fell.
It produced a small bottle and gestured to the leader who opened the Doctor's mouth and he allowed a few drops to fall in.
Nothing happened and the trio wondered what the point was and then the Doctor's body began to convulse.
The convulsion seemed to go on forever but eventually it stopped and the elderly creature was muttering in the same language he'd used before.
Jack and the others jumped and stopped breathing when the Doctor took in a huge breath.
The elderly creature moved forward and touched the Doctor's forehead again and then the screaming began.