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Jack Harkeness gazed up at the night sky. The stars sparkled a bright white. Cold wind blew threw his hair, and that made him smile. It was peaceful times like this that made life worth living. Sure, he loved the battles, hunting aliens, and sex. But nothing compared to a quite moment like this.

"Exterminate the human. Get ready to fire." said a Dialect, commanding the other tin cans.

Sadly for Jack Harkeness, this would be his last peaceful moment.... alive. After some resent events earlier that day, he wouldn't be coming back to life later.

"I'm sorry I couldn't find you, Doctor." he said, with a sad smirk.

The Dialects all got in a line, and aimed there guns.

"Fire!"

But death never came. Instead, when Jack awoke the next morning he wasn't just alive, but also a.... pony?

That was two weeks ago...