Jack's apartment in Rome: Saturday morning

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It was cold, but Jack didn't care. He was standing on the balcony of his apartment - and he'd never thought he'd ever get to use the thing - drinking coffee and looking out over the city. Rome was nice, it'd be nicer in a few hundred years, but really, the twenty-first century had been good to it.

Now all he needed to do was wait, and see if it would be good to him. It shouldn't be long now-- if they were coming.