New Year’s Eve 2000, exactly one year since Alex murdered his team and killed himself; Jack was no closer to understanding why. After he’d taken care of the bodies, he’d looked inside the locket himself and seen… nothing. Maybe it only worked once, maybe the atrocity Alex committed had changed the future, who knew? Jack certainly didn’t.
He’d spent a year trying to come to terms with the events of that night, trying to run Torchwood alone. He’d died so many times. Now here he was, his first anniversary as director of Torchwood Three.
Maybe it was time to rebuild.