Having the Torchwood base under ground was good in Jack’s opinion. No one noticed it now. There were no questions asked and everything was nice and secret. The immortal stood in the bay above the hub staring out at the water. His years on Earth, which he now referred to as his purgatory were almost over, thirty-three years until the twenty-first century. He would find the Doctor again soon, for now he just had to survive a few more years. At least he had seen things getting better. He was actually enjoying the sixties, people were more free than they had been in previous decades and the fashion was to die for. Short skirts, tight clothes, he was rather enjoying himself. Staying occupied and just waiting, always waiting. To escape this time, this planet and Torchwood. They watched him like a hawk. They knew he was their best chance of finding the Doctor, but that was the one thing Jack would never allow. He would never allow Torchwood to get the Doctor.