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INT. A BACK ROOM IN THE STATION
The room is small. There is a pedestal with a great stone basin sitting in the middle.
DUMBLEDORE
Now hold still. This won't hurt at all.
Dumbledore pulls out his wand.
JACK
Ah, the old wand.
Dumbledore puts the wand against Jack's forehead.
DUMBLEDORE
If you're going to make some kind of innuendo, spare me.
Jack chuckles.
DUMBLEDORE
I'm going to do a test first.
Jack's face scrunches up a little as Dumbledore mutters something, then begins to pull out a long, silvery strand from Jack's forehead with his wand.
DUMBLEDORE
There we go.
He takes the strand and taps it gently into the basin, which quickly fills with a liquid, silvery substance. Jack looks at Dumbledore inquisitively.
DUMBLEDORE
(gently)
Go ahead. Look into the penseive.
Jack looks slightly skeptical, then shrugs and puts his face in the basin.
The world dissolves into a thick fog, and Jack is rushing, falling, hurtling through it. He cries out wildly, but no one is there to hear him. In a moment, though, he hits the ground, and he feels a solid surface beneath his feet. The fog dissolves to reveal…
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Jack is back in the Hub. In his office. He looks around in amazement. Everything looks exactly the same, just as he remembered it. Jack turns and sees himself, as PAST JACK, pacing back and forth across the office. Jack walks up to Past Jack and follows him, examining him.
JACK
(to Past Jack)
You haven't changed a bit.
Past Jack takes no notice, but continues pacing. He looks neater than normal, his clothes tidy and free from the usual specks of blood and dirt.
JACK
What's the occasion?
Again, Past Jack says nothing. Jack waves his hand in front of Past Jack's face. Nothing. He reaches out to grab Past Jack, but his hand just passes right through, as the image of Past Jack temporarily dissolves into mist, then reforms again
JACK
Huh. This is new.
PAST JACK
(calling out to someone outside the office)
Are you ready yet?
Jack looks around, trying to see who Past Jack is talking to.
A voice from just outside the office door responds. A voice Jack knows well.
IANTO (O.S.)
Almost! Just a moment.
PAST JACK
That's what you said twenty minutes ago!
IANTO (O.S.)
Well I mean it this time!
Jack, scared but hopeful, walks towards the door.
PAST JACK
Where's your stopwatch? I'm gonna start timing you if you don't get up here in ten seconds!
Jack tries to walk through the door, but can't. There is nothing but fog beyond.
IANTO (O.S.)
It takes time to look good.
PAST JACK
Ianto, you always look good. Get up here!
Jack looks into the fog, searching frantically. Ianto's voice is coming out of the fog. He sounds close, but Jack still cannot see him
JACK
(calls out)
Ianto!
But the memory continues, uninterrupted by his presence.
IANTO (O.S.)
Alright, I'm coming.
Jack hears footsteps approaching the door. He strains, looking into the fog hopefully. But then the room begins to fade, the voices grow distance and the images dissolve into fog.
JACK
Ianto!!
His panic rising, Jack tries to grasp at the fading images, but succeeds in only clutching fistfuls of fog. Then he is rising up, drawing away from the memory and back towards the real world. He is flying faster, faster, until-
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