Chapter 1.
WARNING: SEASON 2 SPOILERS IN THIS STORY.
Owen was dead, for the second time. Floating through blackness, aimlessly drifting through space and time. Galaxies, asteroid belts, entire solar systems… They passed him by like the trivial things they were. After all, he was dead. What mattered anymore? Nothing.
He looked back upon his life, wondering if his life was what he'd wanted. A good education? Nothing really came of that. Successful career in medicine? It was hardly relative, until Torchwood. And there it was. That one word had ruined his life, given him memories he could never erase. He had seen things the average person could never imagine and it scared him. The world had changed for him. No, not for him. The world had changed him. He didn't see anything differently; everything was different. His perceptions made no impact upon what the reality of this was at all. Life had changed him, and he could do nothing about it.
Then suddenly, out of the blackness, there was a bump.
