There’s one thing I always meant to ask Jack. Back in the old days. I wanted to know about that Doctor of his. The man who appears out of nowhere and saves the world. Except sometimes he doesn’t. All those times in history when there was no sign of him, I wanted to know why not. But I don’t need to ask any more. I know the answer now. Sometimes the Doctor must look at this planet and turn away in shame. I’m recording this in case anyone ever finds it, so you can see… you can see how the world ended.

Gwen Cooper, Torchwood: Children of Earth

If you don’t want Torchwood: Children of Earth spoiled, stop reading.

So, I finished Children of Earth and I knew about Ianto (I was at the memorial in Cardiff three years ago, that’s when CotE was kind of spoiled for me)…

but, GOD, Ianto was NOTHING compared to what happened in the last episode.

Steven’s and Frobisher’s deaths were the most horrible things I have ever seen on television, and I am not joking.

You see, I hadn’t been crying over anything fictional for 13 years until I read Alone on the water in summer – but I did twice today. Because it was terrible, cruel, hopeless and I may or may not be crying again right now.