Gwen:
There's a butterfly from millennia ago that turns different colours to reflect your soul. Mine turned red. Scarlet woman, Owen says. Owen's turned black, but then it would wouldn't it?
Why do I always lie to him? Because it's kinder than the truth. I don't know what would scare him more - that there's aliens in Cardiff or that I've been sharing this reality with someone else.
Tosh:
It's technobabble Owen says when I talk about something he doesn't understand. Why won't he try and listen for once? Then maybe he'll learn to appreciate me. Then maybe he'll finally see.
I write a little postcard. Dear Mother. All is well. Missing you. Your affectionate daughter. I add it to the pile I'll probably never post. Dear Mother. I can't tell you how I really feel.
Owen:
The darkness pulls me in. I try to resist but part of me is attracted to its gloom. It suits me, this sinister world. I'm part of it. It lies around me, within me. I am it and it is me.
I stare at the beast and I feel its pain. I see the anger in its eyes. It is the bridge between life and death. It holds my destiny in its hands. Kill me now. I don't care anymore.
Ianto:
Lisa's down there - in the cold - dying but I can't do anything about it. I can't even hold her hand, for she winces in pain. My lovely lost Lisa, when will I kiss you again?
Jack kisses my head and I close my eyes. I feel the softness of his lips and fix the memory in my mind. How many he's kissed before I'll never know but somehow it doesn't matter. For in this moment I'm his and he's mine.
Jack:
They keep on killing Suzie. One shot to the head and she's dead. Or is she? How could I have got this so wrong? Better lock her up tightly and hope that's the end of it all.
My Ianto slips away. I close my eyes and let the poisoned air fill my lungs. Please don't drag me back to life. I've had enough now.