This day had been marked in red on Jack’s mental calendar for years, now he sat in his office listening to the sound that haunted his dreams.
He’d sent his team off a few hours ago on a wild goose chase up in the Beacons, investigating UFO sightings. Well, more like he’d let them go after ‘trying to dissuade them’. The more he’d said it was nothing, the harder they’d insisted on checking it out.
So, they were far away where they couldn’t interfere while the Doctor, Rose and his still-mortal self visited Cardiff.
He wished he’d gone with them.