“So,” Ianto asked, lying on his back on the roof of the Millennium Centre, “what are the big, important festivals like on Boeshane?”
Lying beside him, staring up through the darkness at the stars, barely visible because of the city lights, Jack smiled.
“Not that different from celebrations here on earth really. People wear their best clothes, there’s feasting and dancing, speeches, and of course, fireworks.”
“People still have fireworks three thousand years from now?”
“Yep! But in the future they’re created by means of a randomised holographic light show. Chemical fireworks would’ve polluted the atmosphere but holographs are pollution-free.”