I'm... not real anymore. I'm not myself. But was I ever myself? I'm Doctor Owen Harper, but am I really?
...
The American yelled for the Englishman to come with him. The Englishman looked around helplessly. What could he do? He didn't have any close friends, just a few mates who he'd go with for a drink down at the pub. The Englishman sighed, took his last look at his street which he'd lived at for twelve years, and nodded. The pair ran somewhere only the American knew.
"Who are you?" the Englishman asked.
"Jack. Jack Harkness. Captain Jack Harkness... You're Owen. Owen Harper," the American answered.
"Doctor Owen Harper, actually."
The American, Jack, grinned, "I knew a Doctor once, nice guy. Had some wild nights with him."
'And, that explains the belt and suspenders.' Owen thought.
The young men walked on to a tourist information building. Owen stared at Jack, completely bewildered.
"Close your eyes," ordered Jack.
"What? No. I've just met you," Owen stuttered.
"Fair enough," as they were talking Jack somehow unlocked a secret door whilst Owen wasn't watching. Jack stepped in, and gestured for Owen to follow, which he did.
"Welcome, Doctor Owen Harper, to Torchwood."
"What's Torchwood?" Owen asked looking overwhelmed.
"This is Torchwood. These walls are Torchwood. This floor is Torchwood. All of this is Torchwood. I am Torchwood."