INT. THE HUB-CHRISTMAS DAY
Past Jack's bedroom/manhole. Past Jack wakes up, shirtless. He sits up, rubbing his head. Jack watches. Past Jack pulls his shirt on, unbuttoned. He climbs up the ladder and out of the hole.
Past Jack sniffs the air. So does Jack. He smiles at the familiarity of the scent.
PAST JACK
I smell coffee!
Ianto, already dressed in his shirt and pants (no tie or coat yet, though), is busy at the coffee machine. He turns and smiles at Past Jack brightly.
IANTO
Morning! Coffee?
Past Jack comes up behind him and wraps his arms around his waste.
PAST JACK
Mmm. Yes Please.
Ianto smiles.
PAST JACK
Shouldn't you be at your sister's by now?
IANTO
Almost. In (he looks at watch) about 30 minutes.
PAST JACK
Aren't you going to be late?
IANTO
Are you in such a hurry to get rid of me?
PAST JACK
No. I'd rather you stayed.
Ianto wiggles out of Past Jack's arms and grabs a cup. He fills it full to the brim.
IANTO
(handing him a steaming mug)
There you go.
Past Jack takes it and deeply inhales the scent.
PAST JACK
Mm. Dark and strong. Just the way I like it.
Ianto wipes his hands on a dishrag.
IANTO
Right then. I should get going.
PAST JACK
(teasing)
What will I ever do without you?
IANTO
Stay out of trouble. No weevil hunting on Christmas Day. I don't want to have to clean up your blood.
PAST JACK
Fine.
Ianto turns to leave.
IANTO
See you later then.
Past Jack is left watching him go. The room fades. This time, Jack expects it. He is still reluctant, but he is prepared.
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INT. BACK ROOM
Jack is on the floor, on his back, once again.
DUMBLEDORE
I think that is quite enough.
Jack lays silent on the floor, staring up at the ceiling.
DUMBLEDORE
You can't run forever, Jack.
JACK
I know. But I'm not ready to go back. Not yet.
DUMBLEDORE
I must leave you now. Do what you must, but remember. They need you back on earth, Jack.
Jack stands up and hugs him goodbye.
JACK
Take care.
DUMBLEDORE
Where are you going to go?
Jack pulls back his sleeves to reveal his wrist strap.
JACK
There are a few people I want to see first. Face to face. Not just in memory.
DUMBLEDORE
Goodbye Jack.
There is a loud CRACK and Dumbledore disappears.
Jack is left standing alone in the room. He punches a few buttons on his wrist strap. Then disappears.
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