"Beatrice," Jack said, his voice hollow and empty. "Bea. Beatrice."

His hand tightened a little around hers, and he pulled her body closer to his. His lips touched loosely to her forehead and he fell sideways to the floor.

His eyes were struggling to stay open and he just about managed to press a thought to the Doctor, broken and shaky.

I'm sorry.

He breathed one last breath and his head fell to the side. He was dead. His hand still holding hers.