Lying on the roof of the Millennium Centre, staring at the sky, Ianto watched clouds roll in from the sea. One by one, the stars winked out, eclipsed by the approaching storm as if someone was turning out the lights of heaven.
Soon, there wasn’t a star to be seen; they might have never existed. He wondered if there were worlds out there that had never seen starlight.
As the wind strengthened, howling eerily like the voices of a thousand lost souls, Ianto retreated to the shelter of the stairwell and returned to his vigil, praying Jack would return soon.