"OWEN!" Martha screamed. It had gone so fast. From the sound of the gun till Owen fell over. In seconds, the team was around him. Owen was on the ground, a gunshot wound in his chest. Gwen kept repeating. "Look at me, Owen."

Tosh was checking his pulse, listening to his heartbeat. She looked up into his face. His pupils moved slightly, they looked into Jack's eyes, before they stopped moving altogether. The team all looked down. This was not the time or place to cry.

None of them spoke, but they all knew what to do. In no time, they had secured Owen's body into the SUV with Ianto next to him, unable to take his eyes off the body.

Had any of them been asked how they got back to the Hub and prepared the body for autopsy, none of them would have known how to answer properly. "It was their job" they would say, and look away. A simple answer that should not be associated with so much pain and heartbreak.

But that is the biggest part of Torchwood, and the team will keep soldering on, until there is nothing left to fight for.