Gwen helped Rachel get down to Owens' office for her hourly check up. She was feeling worse and worse by the minute. She could feel herself slowly dying. Gwen helped her up onto the bed stand. She handed Rachael her cane.

"Do you want me to stay here until Owen gets back?" asked Gwen. Rachel shook her head.

"You've got other things to do than babysit me," she answered. Gwen smiled and left the room. Rachel tapped her cane on several things in the room. The feedback she got was limited. Her strong sense of hearing was going down. Sometimes, in the dark, Rachel could hear the buzzing creatures inside her. She still didn't believe they were aliens. There was no such thing. The door opened, and Rachel straightened up.

"How are you feeling today?" Owen asked casually. He removed Rachel's sunglasses and examined her milky white pupils.

"Like I'm dying," answered Rachel. Owen stopped for a second and grabbed a stethoscope.

"Breathe deeply for me, please," he answered. Rachel took a deep breath, but it only sent her into a fit of coughs. In the short seconds that Owen was able to hear anything, he heard buzzing. Owen tried again and heard more buzzing. They're eating away at her heart. He was sure about that.

"Doctor Owen," Rachel coughed. He looked at her, "you heard the buzzing too? I'm not going crazy then," she concluded.

"No, you aren't crazy," he verified.

"But aliens," she said, "That can't be a diagnosis," she mumbled. Owen thought for a moment. Rachel deserved to know somethings. He put down the stethoscope and picked up Rachel's cane.

"Come on," he said as he helped her off the bed. Rachel took her cane in one hand and held on to the good doctor's arm with the other.

"Where are you taking me?" she asked.

"A little detour to where we keep the aliens," he answered as he started to move quickly. Rachel had no idea where they were going. She had paid attention in previous times and knew how to get to her confined room from Owen's station. She knew how to get from her room to Ianto's station. But she had never been down this corridor before. Owen stopped at a door and swiped his card though it. The door opened with a swish. As they entered the room, Rachel could hear growling noises coming from somewhere in the room. Owen set her down on a chair.

"What is this place?" she asked.

"Torchwood," answered Owen. Rachel did her best to shoot him a glare. That was their explanation for everything odd she came too "Torchwood". Owen let go of her arm.

"Where are you going?" she demanded.

"I'm going to be right here. I just have to calm them down so they don't kill us," he answered frankly. Rachel didn't say anything as she heard his footsteps fade. Owen went over to the alien cells and punched in a few numbers.

"Sedatives releasing. Sedatives releasing," said a computerized voice. Rachel heard hissing noises coming from tubes. The growling noises of the creatures in the cells died down into groans.

"What did you do to them?" she questioned.

"I only calmed them down. They'll be fine," answered Owen. He helped Rachel up and took her to the cell of one of the creatures. He didn't open the door to the cell just yet. Rachel placed a hand on the glass doors and felt a cold, deformed nose brush against the palm of her hand. She quickly moved her hand away in fear.

"What are they?" she asked. Owen shrugged.

"We don't really know, but Jack named them Weevils."

"Are they dangerous?"

"Yes, they can kill people, they have killed people," he answered. Rachel stared at the creatures she was unable to see. She began to feel dizzy. Rachel could no longer stand for long periods of time. The buzzing inside her head grew louder and louder. Rachel grabbed a hold of Owens' hand tightly, "Are you okay?" he asked. Rachel tried to shake her head but it hurt too much. She began to cough uncontrollably. Blood. Rachel could taste her own blood coming from her mouth. As she coughed the blood hit parts of the glass cells. The creatures inside gave a roar and jumped at the glass. They had turned rabid and the sedatives were not working anymore. Owen pressed a button to call for help. The door opened with another swish and she heard several footsteps. The footsteps were drown out as Rachel lost conscientiousness.

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"What were you thinking taking her to the Weevil cages?" scolded Jack.

"She's dying, Jack! They're getting to her heart. Who is she going to tell?" yelled Owen.

"And your detour could have killed her faster," answered Jack.

"When did you start caring whether someone lives or dies around us?" he asked, "You can live forever. She's only got a few day! Does that seem fair to you, Jack?" Owen was fed up by now. He grabbed his lab coat and went to the door. He shot Jack a glare before leaving the room and slamming the door loudly behind him.

"No, it isn't fair at all," whispered Jack as Owen slammed the door. Jack stared at the door for a moment, "But is there anything I can do about it?" he questioned to himself. He didn't quite know the answer yet. But he was going to find one.