Warning: CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR EPISODE 13, EXIT WOUNDS.

Author's note: I was quite upset by what happened in last nights episode so I wrote a story on it. I decided to write about the packing up of the items, which they keep in a garage. It is also in Jack's point of view.

Disclaimer: I do not own Torchwood or I would not have killed of the characters that died in the final episode.

I pulled out the set of keys, finding the correct one keys for this door.

Holding them I took a deep breath.

I slid it into the lock and turned it, hearing the faint click.

I had a quick look behind me at Ianto and Gwen, their eyes still slightly red, this was going to be difficult for all of us.

We stepped into the flat, Toshiko's flat, we all couldn't face Owen's yet.

Tosh had told me how empty his flat was when she had visited and I could not deal with that just yet.

The hall was like any other, a few jackets, some shoes underneath. Painted in very neutral colours.

It almost felt cold and I spotted Ianto reaching for the shoes to pack into boxes.

I told them not to touch anything yet. Just give it another five minutes.

I wanted it to be left where it was, just for a little longer.

Almost as if in the hope that she may walk in, and use all these things again, but who am I kidding.

I was holding her and staring into her eyes, I know she was gone.

But never forgotten.

We packed away their desks already.

Every picture and scrap of paper.

Closed the accounts.

Watched Tosh's final farewell, I saved it so I could see it again.

This is all my fault. I was in control. I was the leader, and yet two died.

I held Ianto and Gwen, as if it would keep them safe.

The hardest part was when we placed Toshiko in the morgue.

I wonder if we will be able to do that for Owen. I wish I could at least give him that. But I am unsure if I really want to go and find his body.

It would certainly be unpleasant.

Ianto altered Owen's list on the computer, about the bodies in the morgue, adding Toshiko and him to the list. I couldn't do it.

If it had have asked me 'yes' or 'no' I would have kept pressing no.

I walk into her kitchen, there are still a couple of dirty plates and mugs.

I should wash them, but for now I will leave them on the side.

Gwen is looking around the living room, I can hear her starting to fill cardboard boxes.

And we will stuff it in a garage for everything to pick up dirt, and dead insects and… that is the thing, I don't want to have to do that. But I have to.

Procedure.

I am balling up my fists just thinking about it.

Eyes are getting damp again.

It shows how attached I am getting, before I could handle death. But now…

Today is going to be hard, we have to pack up the entire lives of two co-workers, friends, people that we trusted everyday with our lives, and them with us. In suitcases and cardboard boxes.

I head into Tosh's bedroom.

Ianto is folding up clothes and placing them into a suitcase.

His eyes pink, he and Tosh used to get along well.

I am carrying a picture of her and Owen that was stuck on her fridge, and I spot one in a frame next to the bed.

Except this has all of us on it. I think I may keep them, as memories.

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We have been packing up for hours now.

We have all had to stop at times, when the emotion was too much.

There is just one photo left on the side, one of her mother. The person that led us to her.

The person I will have to inform has lost her only daughter.

I place it in the box and seal it up with tape.

I gather the others and we head to the door.

The flat is empty, except for several items of large furniture which we can not move, namely the bed and sofa.

We turn for one last look.

"This was the life of Toshiko Sato, who I am sure we shall not forget. Handle all of her things with care."

And with this I lock the door and we leave. For the final time.

A/N: Please R&R