DISCLAIMER – So don't own the Torchwood crew. And I know I said this was a one shot, but the plot bunny came and shat in my shoe and I put my foot in before looking – please enjoy!

Gwen tucked Suzie in and kissed her on the cheek before turning out the light on her bedside table. "'Night, darling. Sweet dreams."

The little girl grinned up at her mother and sighed into the pillow. Gwen couldn't help but think that she looked so much like she herself had looked at that age. The girl hardly looked like her dad at all, something Rhys often joked that was a trait that was a good thing.

"How's the Princess?" Rhys asked as Gwen sank into the couch beside him.

"Tired, like her mam." She put her feet on the table in front of her. "Rhys, did you know that man at the park today?"

He put his arm around her as she leaned into him. "No idea, why?"

She shook her head. "Nothing." But it wasn't nothing. She knew she had seen him somewhere before, but couldn't place him. And that really bothered Gwen. She was sure that she would remember someone who looked like him. Any girl – and probably guy – would! "Are you sure?"

"Yes, love. Are you worried? You could call some of your mates on the force to watch him – like Andy – if you're concerned." Rhys tried to soothe her.

"No, that's fine." She closed her eyes for a moment and saw the man in the coat, standing, watching her. Her eyes popped open. "Rhys – where is the wedding album?"

"Where it always is – why?" He watched her struggle to sit up.

"I'll be back." She talked to him even as she was leaving the room.

"What is wrong with you?" He twisted to look at her.

"Nothing, Rhys, I told you."

"Gwen, you haven't thought about looking at that dusty old thing for years now. Why all of a sudden?"

"Rhys – leave it. I want to see something. I was talking to Marie today about flowers for her wedding and couldn't remember what kind we had is all..." Gwen lied, blowing him a kiss.

She left him in the living room watching television and went to the closet, where she had put the big photo album they had gotten as a gift so many years ago. It was there, along with drawings Suzie had done, all collecting dust. She pulled it down and went to sit on the bed. She looked at pictures of the ceremony, wishing that the ones from her getting ready had turned out. Something had happened to the film or something, no one really knew for sure. But the photographer had felt so bad that the ones that did turn out he had given them for free. She was about to give up when she saw it – in the back, off to the side, there was half of a long coat – half of the man who had been watching her. She took the picture from the page and put it on the bedside stand, hearing Rhys coming down the hall.

"Did you find what you were looking for?" He asked, dropping onto the bed beside her.

"Yeah," she smiled down at him. "I'll take this one into her tomorrow to show her."

"Good." Rhys was drifting off, even as he said it.

"Yeah – really good," Gwen agreed, not giving up on the idea that she knew that man from somewhere.