Gwen sat down with a sad sigh in Jack's vacated chair in his office. He had been gone for a month now and the pain of losing him still felt as fresh as it ever did. She missed him so much it felt like a constant ache in her chest, the whole team missed him. Rhys had proposed to her a few days ago but she still hadn't given him an answer. Gwen couldn't decide whether or not to accept. She was still full of hope for Jack's return but Gwen had no idea why this was preventing her from making a decision.
Why….?
Owen's voice broke into her confused and unhappy thoughts.
'Gwen we have a report of a blowfish driving a car.'
It was just another day at Torchwood.