I once knew all the answers...
Jack's gotten pretty tired of paperwork. Of recording things like this - tears and pain and loss, the things that tear his team's lives apart while he just... stood by and watched. Doing paperwork was easier years ago, when he wasn't quite as attached.
So much for that.
He's got the Tommy Brockless file half-done, and he'll finish it before he goes to bed tonight, but for now, he's decided, he can take a break. He's pacing the Hub just now, and the only sounds are the soft hum of machinery and whatever computer program Tosh has left running overnight, and Myfanwy settling down in her "nest" for the night.
He doesn't know whether he likes the quiet, or whether it's slowly driving him mad, but either way, he's started to think about going out for some fresh air for an hour or two. Standing on the roof. Looking over the city.
Jack hasn't quite made a decision on that one yet.
So much for that.
He's got the Tommy Brockless file half-done, and he'll finish it before he goes to bed tonight, but for now, he's decided, he can take a break. He's pacing the Hub just now, and the only sounds are the soft hum of machinery and whatever computer program Tosh has left running overnight, and Myfanwy settling down in her "nest" for the night.
He doesn't know whether he likes the quiet, or whether it's slowly driving him mad, but either way, he's started to think about going out for some fresh air for an hour or two. Standing on the roof. Looking over the city.
Jack hasn't quite made a decision on that one yet.