Author's Note/Disclaimer: No, I don't own Doctor Who or any of the characters in the show. This story sprang into being at 4am after I spent the entire night with a horrible case of insomnia, so forgive the craziness of it all. I hope to have this story lead into my Torchwood fic (not yet uploaded), so we'll have to see how that turns out.

Enjoy!

Jack Harkness' POV

Is this the end of all hope?

The silence of the ‘Gamestation’ is enough to drive any sane person crazy. I guess I’m lucky then, I’ve never been completely sane. As I explore each level, the stillness becomes more and more stifling; the silence so loud, it’s all I hear.

Everywhere I look, I see little piles of ash. I’m not so naïve that I don’t recognize these little piles as the remains of the humans and Daleks.

Did the Doctor succeed?

No. If he had, I wouldn’t be here. I wouldn’t have had to watch the TARDIS vanish just before my hand made contact with her doors.

I wouldn’t be alone.

The solitude isn’t going to drive me insane, it’s the abandonment that will get me in the end.

He left me.