Yes, but last week for her was god knew how far into Jack's own future. She put her hands into her lap and Jack leaned back against the desk, arms crossed in front of his chest. He drew his lips into a line, mind flicking back to the last time he had this chat with Ianto. "Last thing I remember is Tommy. How long after him?"
Then, she said that one word and Jack's world came to a screeching halt. Under normal circumstances, Jack could keep his features schooled, keeping whatever emotion off his face that shouldn't be here. But at the mention of that name, Jack could feel the colour drain from his face. His mind reeled, thinking of that day when he had let go of Gray's hand.
"That's not possible." Jack shook his head, trying to laugh off his shock. "That's not possible."