All the lights in the Torchwood 5 facility flickered one by one, before stopping shortly afterwards. Team leader Josh had grown fond of the hub since the recruitment of Amy Cooper and Warren Hope. It wasn't exactly the best facility, but it was still standing after the period of time it had existed. With Torchwood 3 disbanded and it's members MIA, it worked as the only functioning group to track down alien life, and protect the human race. As the team leader, he felt a sense of accomplishment and responsibility that he hadn't held in a very long time. Checking the readings on the monitor screens, he moved closer to the newly installed Rift Manipulator. Because of the transference of the rift energy from the closure of Cardiff's rift, storms in Sydney had increased in the past few years, and were becoming very unstable. With the installation of the manipulator, it allowed the team to ensure that no damage was done to the city or surrounding suburbs.

Occasionally there would be small storms, capable of knocking out electronics in the hub, but emergency power would eventually kick in. And there would be very clear indications of a storm. Textbook examples being the klaxon blaring, and the emergency exit lights blowing out. Josh continued to monitor the screens, grabbing a slice of pizza from the table next to him, while he threw his overcoat on. "First installation of new technology, and not a single problem at all. What do you think that means Warren?" he announced over the communication frequency. "I suppose, it would mean an early night. And, with an early night, means lots of booze and movies." Warren responded, his voice booming through both Josh's earpiece and the speakers in his office. Josh smirked to himself, and typed the command key into the manipulator, activating it. Warning lights and sounds flashed and screamed, Josh moving steadfast to the beams to check the status, a Rift Storm was rapidly approaching, on a severe scale. He ran towards it, holding the neutron wheel, and steered it in the anti-clockwise direction, enabling control. Bolts of lightning struck all around him, and severe winds caused lots of paper destruction within the facility. He tried to continue steering, but the flow was too overwhelming to stop now. "Boss, what's the situation? We've got severe readings on the tablets." stated Warren, his voice boomed again through the earpiece in Josh's ear. "Rift Manipulator is spiralling. Tell me there are inbuilt countermeasures and not manual ones?!" he yelled, standing back and watching the lightning strike the beams of the manipulator.

"No, there's nothing. U.N.I.T. tech is built for manual use. Get out of there while you can. Me and Amy are on our way-*" the sentence being cut off, and the room flashing with a bright white light. Josh shielded his eyes, and hoped for the best. He felt a heavy tugging sensation at his waist, and was pulled into a wormhole, feeling dizzy, sick and disoriented as he fell through a crack in the fabric of reality. The lights surrounding him filling his eyes with the sight of pure space and time, which made him close his eyes. "Amy, Warren, I've been sucked into one of the storms. I'm unaware of my position." he yelled, the breath in his lungs sucked out every time he pronounced a word. "Amy, Warren, I'm in the blind. I've been sucked into the storm. Copy my last!" he exclaimed, feeling a huge sense of hopelessness and despair. As he fell further and further, he felt his body begin to contort, and twist, which then stopped when the lights disappeared.