Author's Notes: This is not a stand-alone story. Please start with Midsummer.

Gout de Paris; Doula, Cameroon

Colin Doyle was determined to keep his promise.

Fleeing Nigeria had been an experience. Poor and desperate meant different things in different places. Keara, another escapee like himself, had been a godsend. Money had been their biggest obstacle. With her gift, they acquired enough to cross the border into Cameroon and reach the port city of Doula.

The cafe was one of Keara's many accomplishments. She spoke enough French to make arrangements. It had small backrooms with no listening devices. They'd been hiding for days. When the owner realized Keara could provide information on various aspects of local crime, he accepted information instead of money. The arrangement kept them safely hidden and fed.

Everyday, Colin entered the same trance he'd use to track Jack Harkness for the Fellowship. For hours he watched. When Keara brought him out of it, he took notes. He knew the answer had to be there. He'd been right.

Colin blinked, ending the remote-viewing session.

"You found something?" Keara sounded as tired as he felt. She sat in the corner with her knees pulled to her chest. The cult had been good for her. Better than dealing with criminals and hiding in a dingy room without windows. He wondered more than once if it would have been better to leave her behind.

"You had a dream about Charon, the ferryman." He wondered at the time if it meant something.

"Yeah."

Colin stood and stretched. "Are you sure it was the land of the dead?"

"Uh." Keara rubbed her eyes. "Where else would Charon be other than ferrying people over the Styx into Hades?"

More than once, she'd complained her ability was defective, and he'd tried to explain it worked differently.

"Describe him."

Keara focused on the memory. "Small, elderly, Asian."

"An Asian man in a dream about Greek mythology?"

"You have a better idea?"

Colin smiled. "Bobby Zhao also known as the ferryman. He's not in Hades, but it's close to Hell."

"Where?"

"Wales."

Keara looked confused. "I'm missing something."

"Jack met with him. The ferryman was transporting genetic experimentation victims from a coastal area near Cardiff to an off-shore freighter."

"We can't go to Wales. The Prophet expects us to go home. If we return to Great Britain, he will find us."

Colin wished he could reassure her. The Prophet collected and brainwashed psychics. It was a matter of time before he found them no matter where they went.

Rosslare to Fishguard Ferry Port; Cardiff, Wales

Traveling from Africa to Ireland by freighter and then to Wales by ferry gave Colin Doyle time to relive his mistakes. Three years earlier, he'd been a London university student participating in a silly research study on psychic abilities. An easy way to earn credits and some pocket money, he'd thought. When the project started, he hadn't believed in any of it. Part way through the first tests, the researchers' attitude towards him changed. They hadn't expected an actual psychic.

Movies depicted psychics as being able to predict the future. They helped law enforcement solve mysteries. Whereas remote-viewing was a concept on conspiracy websites. Websites he should have paid more attention to. They talked about exploitation and manipulation.

At twenty-two, he'd been a cocky young man who believed he understood the world. Miracle Day was something strange that happened in his childhood. The Doctor, Torchwood and aliens were oddities that didn't matter to him. He'd been naive, arrogant and outright stupid.

When Tasi Reynolds' approached, representing the Fellowship of Inner Peace, he believed her. He should have asked himself why an incredibly smart, beautiful woman was interested in him. He should have asked a lot of questions. Instead, he believed all her lies. Even when she told him the Fellowship was in Nigeria, he simply accepted it.

Since than, he wondered if her ability involved convincing people to do things no rational person would. Youth and arrogance could explain why he boarded a plane for Africa with a woman he barely knew. There was no explanation for why he stayed after realizing it was a church or really a cult. The entire path from naivety to acolyte perplexed him after he broke free.

The brainwashing, which he had no other term for, started immediately. Within months, he genuinely believed in the Prophet and everything the epic conman was selling. When it came time to take vows, he readily agreed and spoke them with sincerity. A scam that ironically resulted in him learning the truth and escaping.

During his childhood, he'd been told that God worked in mysterious ways. He wasn't sure what he believed anymore, but he believed that. He'd been tasked by evil men to bear witness to a divine being, and learned later the being was eternal but probably not divine. That epiphany shattered the illusion.

Months later, the glorified stalker returned to his homeland to deliver a warning. He couldn't simply walk up to the being and issue it. Captain Harkness wouldn't believed it. Time would be wasted trying to prove the truth.

"It's a beautiful day." Keara trailed behind him. She'd been one of the youngest recruits at the Fellowship. "It looks so different."

Rumor had it the Prophet bought her. She said he'd saved her, but something about the way she said it made him wonder. He never saw any indication the Prophet took advance of young women. Other rumors said he was gay. Colin believed it. Idrissa was more than an acolyte.

"Where to?" Colin asked. Unlike him, Keara's ability was a lot more than spying on someone from a distance.

"Lunch."

In a way, he was back where he started from, following behind a beautiful woman. The difference was Keara didn't flirt. Her manipulations were different. She told him the truth and the consequences. He would protect the being, but he would died in the process. He'd reviewed the situation himself and come to the same conclusion.

Coffi Chwerthinllyd

Colin called Felda Eiermann as they made their way to small coffee house. Small, and soft spoken, she was easily underestimated. They met during freshman orientation. He wasn't certain on his long-term academic goals. She wanted to earn duel doctorates degrees in computers and engineering. A scandal involving an affair with a professor resulted in her being expelled. After Brexit, she was in the country illegally. She didn't have a home to go back to.

He's spoken to her a few times since he left Nigeria. With what he had in mind, he needed her skills. He'd been careful with what he said over the phone, but she understood.

"Nice place." Felda joined them at the table in the back.

The name and the menu items were in Welsh. He'd asked if there was a translation and the clerk laughed. He assumed they were some type of joke.

"It's good to see you." He would have offered her a hug, but she wasn't the type. She believed hugging was for women who cared about shoe sales and salons.

Felda nodded. "I found a place for you to stay. It's not much. But no one pays attention to their neighbors."

"Good."

"We need to find a quiet place." Colin suspected she meant a place without cameras or listening devices. "I want to know all about your vacation." She then looked at Keara. "I hope your new friend is more reliable than the last one I saw you with."

"Yes."