Those words give Jack pause. A bullet to the head. That isn't something he had considered. If this place pulled Harry away from what was sure to be death, could he go back? And if he did, go back to what? To die? There's an involuntary tightening of Jack's grip on Harry's body. It only lasts a split-second but it is there.

The conclusion is simple. If Jack finds a way out, he'll try to take Harry with him. He would fit in with Torchwood. If not, Ianto's father is a tailor. Finding him a job would be easy enough. A former Marine is someone ... well, Jack will worry about that when he gets there.

"Harry, I really have to say that the mood I'm trying to establish is being killed here."

But he does lift his head to take a look around. They had been pressed in close before. Since he didn't sleep, all Jack had to look at in the hours before were the ghosts crouched down and staring back at him. Now they were gone. No one was whispering his name or reaching for him.

"They're gone."

That says it all for him. Hands weren't reaching for him, or mouths forming his names.

"Think it's over?"