Author's Notes:
My third drabble for Challenge 393: Uniform at tw100.

Spoilers: Fragments.

Summary: Jack faces the new millennium alone.

The new millennium hadn’t got off to the start Jack had been hoping for. A few hours earlier he’d been looking toward the future with anticipation, even excitement; the century had turned twice, so his Doctor could show up any time now. The long years of waiting were finally drawing to an end.

Then he’d been faced with clearing up after Alex massacred the entire team.

Standing in the morgue, Jack gazed sightlessly at the uniform rows of drawers, the final resting places of the people he’d called his friends. How many more would join them before the Doctor came?

The End