He’d liked television. He remembered. He could see himself watching it on a Sunday morning with… someone. Ianto someone. He’d liked Ianto but he couldn’t remember what he looked like either. And as the black water filled his body, and he tried to remember Ianto’s face, an angel appeared.
He felt the angel first. Felt its hand on his shoulder. Felt its hands lifting him out of the water. Then he’d seen the angel. It looked like a man in a suit. A handsome man, in a nice suit. A man who then kissed him, gently. He stared at the angel and tried to speak but the angel shook his head.

“It’s okay. I’m here.” The angel took Jack’s hands and held them tight. “I’m here, and I forgive you.”

Light suddenly filled the Hub, blinding Jack and he panicked as he felt something dragging him, pulling at him. The shadows were exploding into light and his body was screaming in agony as he was pulled away, away from hell, out of hell, and into… light.