The Torchwood SUV roared along a quiet back street of Cardiff. Jack was at the wheel, Ianto in the passenger seat. The radio was blaring, the DJ, babbling on about nothing, muttered a song name. I know a girl with the golden touch. Ianto grinned. Awesome song. He looked across at Jack, still grinning. His smile faltered as he saw that Jack wasn’t grinning happily. A tear slid down his cheek, a sad smile playing over his lips.