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The team stood silently as the young girl's eyes finally opened. They had found the twenty-something a few hours earlier, when the Rift Monitors had gone off.
All they had found there, where the monitor pinpointed, was this girl.
Pale blue eyes fluttered open. She reached a hand up to her forehead for a moment before sitting up, blonde hair falling in her face. She looked at the team and then at her hands. A small smile appeared on her face as she stared at her fingers and flexed them.
Jack frowned, his mind tumbling over thoughts of who she was.
"Well, that went...Better than expected." Her voice was quiet and hoarse from disuse. She looked at the team one by one. "Hello, there."
Jack stepped forward. "You came through the rift. Care to tell us what you last remember?" He asked, trying to gouge if she were a threat to the world or not.
"Tell you what I last remember? That's a tad hard, as my last memories are everything." She giggled at her own vagueness.
"Look, if you're scared-" Gwen started, trying to comfort the girl, who interrupted her.
"Torchwood doesn't scare me. Actually, not much scares me, I suppose..."
The team shared a surprised look at her knowledge of who they were. "Who are you?" Jack asked.
"I am Time and Space Personified. I am the Rift."