"Time Lords are-- Were-- A secretive bunch. He never taught me." He hadn't even taught Rose and he was pretty sure Rose was the end all and be all to him sometimes. But she was gone now too. Well, not gone. Just not here. They met up for drinks sometimes when their dimensions crossed by that wasn't often.

Torchwood ate up their lives.

"But have at it all you'd like. We have a lot of old Gallifreyan books you could translate for us."

Half an hour later and Mohinder and Gabriel, armed with keys and some taxi money, headed to the first apartment in the heart of the city, decked out and modern and utterly spotless. Cardiff reminded Mohinder a great deal of London and the view from the corner unit with it's floor to ceiling windows in the bedroom was absolutely exciting.

Fearless, Mohinder leaned back on the glass and gazed up at Gabriel. "Our neighbours could watch, if you're adventurous."