[text] Hello, Greg. [text] I'm texting you to let you know that I'm going to be heading off the map for awhile, Hell, maybe a few hundred years, God knows. [text] If you've got this, it means I've already gone, but damn it was nice meeting you, your friends, trying to help your city. [text] But alas, duty calls! [text] I'll be watching closely, though, you're never alone. [text] I'd say I'm going to miss you, but a good friend taught me to avoid endings. -Sincerely, The Captain.
Lestrade picked up his phone, curious about the sudden barrage of messages that hit his phone. Surprise flickered across his face as Jack's familiar number registered in his mind.
Greg sat down, reading through the messages bit by bit. He doubted that a message could be received by the other man's phone wherever or whenever he had gone, so the detective settled for a sad sigh as he laid the phone aside.
Moments later, Hunter called him from his house phone. School seemed to be out. Lestrade answered, chattering away with the little girl that wormed her way into his heart.
The text messages from Jack were quickly forgotten, as was the mysterious comment from the demon, Will, about Hunter's possible demonic nature.
