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22 décembre 2009

the date - chapter 12

XII - Visions

Jack turned around towards its mobile, the eyes opened in big, pupil turned in the dark blue reading on the phone screen :
" Jack, help me! "

six hours before

This break of three days, finally decided on Ianto put himself in the work. It was time to bury Lisa. Second time. Definitively say to her "goodbye". Its personal objects, her clothes, the photos of a lost happiness, so many objects and memorie as Ianto had distracted from personal effects of a team member of Torchwood quarantine ... all this accumulated little by little in three lages anonymous boxes...
In every object put down, a souvenir, a roar of laughter, an impression came to bathe of tears the eyes of the young man as so many links loved to let to go in the time... To greet for last time.

The first dazzles came when Ianto began tidying up frames and Lisa's photos and he... He put at first these phenomena at the expense of the emotion: black veil in front of eyes then firm milky white flash then return in an almost correct vision of his environment. The sweat pearled on its frond. He was a little hot.
The impression of faint returned again and he caught his mobile to send a sms drafted by jerks, when his vision stabilized. It henceforth remained to congeal in black and white. By moments, objects seemed to absorb colors and at the other moments, they seemed to drown themselves there then everything became again normal. Finally alm

Suv arrived some minutes later in front of the apartment of the young Welsh. Nothing abnormal outside. Harkness went up staircases four - four, obervant the passageways of balconies, windows and roof of the residence. Nothing. Nothing suspicious.
- Jack, I am here !
The voice of Ianto resounded when Jack approached the window of the lounge. He reached to his loving welsh partner.
Ianto loocked weary and sick.

Jack crossed the hand on the face... He was going to question him but his bleue eyes met the glance with eyes opened but tearful and empty of the Welshman.
- Jack... I see nothing, i am blind, Jack... Do something !

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