"Logan, why would you want me around? You said it yourself, we can't even be in the same room. Do you want to work for Torchwood? You could...I don't know, buy a Eurorail pass and travel. Meet beautiful girls. Get really drunk in all the old Soviet block countries. Have an adventure. I...work. It's what I do. I serve the Queen," Jack said, the ache in his chest making this hard. He thought he should have just retconned Logan and been done with this mess.