[LOG] "Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars?"

[mightymissjones]

Martha didn't know when to expect Jack to show up. It could be hours, days or weeks, depending on where he was and what his state was. She had cried for Ianto all night into Tom's arms, waking up with a splitting headache and a need for water only rivaled by a hangover. She needed air, and when Tom went off to catch his plane she called in sick, taking the time to go to Hyde Park. She needed to see people smiling, see people with their children as if nothing had happened. She spent the day outside on the town, ending it with a trip to the supermarket. It was over, all the mess that she had missed, and it was time to resume a normal life.

A normal life, she thought as she looked up at the first twinkle of a star in the still bright sky, now that was a funny though.