[accidental video post]
[The camera shows nothing more than floorspace, neatly laid out bodies draped in red sheeting. Off camera, the sound of footsteps approach, the clicking of heels rapping a little louder than the rest. A few lowly spoken words] Thirteen. Fourteen. [are the only other sounds that cut the silence. Again, the silence becomes deafening as the footsteps pause before the sound of the heels clicks once again.
Several clicks later and Gwen comes into view, her pace slow as she walks among the dead of Thames House. A few more steps and she pauses between two shrouded bodies, taking a moment to peer down at them before she settles on the floor. She reaches to her left, pulling the red cover down to expose Jack's face. A moment is spared as she stares down at him, a tiny, sad smile on her face before she looks back to the wall before her, sighing. She turns to her right, her hand stilling for a moment before her fingers crease the red covering her best friend's body, slowly pulling it down to show Ianto's pale, lifeless face.
There's a soft gasp to her left, but Gwen pays no heed. Even as Jack sits up once more, she stays facing Ianto as that sad smile quivers. Her fingers move to smooth his tie, as if she knows he'd be cross if he could see it. Her calm facade is gone now as the tears track down her cheeks and a moment later, Jack comes into view behind her, his arm curling around her as she cries for their loss. The camera cuts off just as Gwen whispers]
... there's nothing we can do.
Several clicks later and Gwen comes into view, her pace slow as she walks among the dead of Thames House. A few more steps and she pauses between two shrouded bodies, taking a moment to peer down at them before she settles on the floor. She reaches to her left, pulling the red cover down to expose Jack's face. A moment is spared as she stares down at him, a tiny, sad smile on her face before she looks back to the wall before her, sighing. She turns to her right, her hand stilling for a moment before her fingers crease the red covering her best friend's body, slowly pulling it down to show Ianto's pale, lifeless face.
There's a soft gasp to her left, but Gwen pays no heed. Even as Jack sits up once more, she stays facing Ianto as that sad smile quivers. Her fingers move to smooth his tie, as if she knows he'd be cross if he could see it. Her calm facade is gone now as the tears track down her cheeks and a moment later, Jack comes into view behind her, his arm curling around her as she cries for their loss. The camera cuts off just as Gwen whispers]
... there's nothing we can do.