"It's not much, but it's home," Fonzi said as he pulled up to a small apartment above a garage, which itself was behind one of those boring houses that Jack had passed by on the drive to Arnold's.

Jack wasn't about to complain. He practically lived at the Torchwood hub. The fact that this apartment of Fonzi's was above ground was already a huge improvement over what he was used to.

Fonzi led him into the apartment, which was essentially one giant room with a tiny kitchen and bathroom tucked away in the corner. "Make yourself at home," Fonzi said as he headed for the bathroom. I'll be right back.

Once Fonzi was in the bathroom, Jack quickly slipped the data wafer from his pocket. The device was a bit archaic (from his 51st century perspective at any rate) but he thought he should be able to interface it with his vortex manipulator's computer. Pressing a few buttons on the manipulator, he then laid the data wafer flat on manipulator. At first nothing happened, but then he groaned, smacked his head, and rotated the wafer 90 degrees. All of a sudden a holographic image shot up from the manipulator. It was the image of a stunningly beautiful woman and she seemed to be on a small spacecraft. One in very bad condition.

"Admiral Rax, I hope you get this message, but I fear that it's probably too late for that." She paused, glancing around the ship as if to confirm her dire situation. "I regret to inform you that the test has failed. Jamar and Kodra are both dead and I fear I'll soon be joining them." She paused again, gathering her thoughts, as the ship juddered violently. "As you know, we had to be within 0.15 AU from the sun for the test to have a chance of succeeding, and unfortunately, the sun emitted an unexpected level ten solar flare while we were halfway through the initialization process. This had the unexpected consequence of halting the process, which I didn't even think was possible. This in turn caused the experimental hyperbattery to blow, which is what killed Jamar and Kodra. I'm currently about 2 minutes from atmospheric re-entry with Earth, but not our Earth. After the battery blew the computer detected chronoton particle leakage. I appear to be drifting backwards in time, but the computer is failing and I can't get a proper read on the level of time displacement, so I can't tell you when I am. As for my spatial coordinates, I'm including them in this message. I don't know if this message will ever reach you, and I doubt I'll survive the crash, but just know that we did the best we could, but as sometimes happens, it wasn't enough. Thank you for the honor of working for you. Katali out."

And just like that, the hologram vanished, leaving a set of coordinates blinking on the screen of Jack's vortex manipulator.

He was just trying to plot out where on earth the coordinates might be when a startled gasp broke him from his thoughts.

Fonzi was staring at him, completely gobsmacked. "What the hell was that?!"

Jack looked properly chagrined. "You weren't supposed to see that."

"What?!" Fonzi cried out. "What the hell was that thing?"

"You're repeating yourself," Jack said as he started thinking of ways to rectify the situation.

"That thing... " Fonzi began, grasping for words. "It was like out of a Buck Rogers movie. It's like it's from the future or something!"

Jack started at this. He looked at Fonzi in a new light. Maybe this leather clad man could be trusted with the truth. Well, some of the truth. And by some he meant a very small part of it.

"It is from the future. 28th century. And so was the woman you saw. But it seems her ship crash landed here, in the present."

Fonzi took a moment to process this. And she's an alien?"

"I'm not sure," Jack admitted. "She might be human. But the recording made no mention of that."

"I've met an alien before," Fonzi mumbled, almost as if to himself.

"What?" Jack said. Normally, he'd believe it in a heartbeat. The universe was swarming with life, and Earth seemed to be a focal point for a lot of it. But that was mostly due to the rift. Which was all the way across the ocean in Cardiff. He looked at Fonzi more closely. Was this man bonkers, or was he telling the truth?
"This guy named Mork. He was here a while back. Tried to kidnap me. I managed to convince him not to. Turns out he wasn't such a bad fellow. But he left. And now you're telling me there's another alien here in Milwaukee?"

Jack processed all this. Well, nothing ventured nothing gained. "Like I said, I don't know if she's an alien and I'm not sure she's in Milwaukee. I need to check the coordinates again." He looked at his vortex manipulater but the coordinates were gone. He was gonna have to replay the recording. "Let's watch it again, shall we?"

Jack and Fonzi watched as the recording played again. Jack with concentration on his face and Fonzi with awe on his. The coordinates popped up again and this time Jack plotted them into the manipulator. "It looks like, based on her trajectory, she came down about 20 miles north of here." He pressed a few more buttons. "In a place called Cedarburg."

"Yeah, I know it," Fonzi said. "You can drive there in about 35 minutes."

"Great," Jack enthused. Let's go!"

"Wait a second!" Fonzi said. "Who are you and how do you have that thing? Are you also from the future?"

"This thing, as you put it, is an emergency data wafer, and I got it from the man who died in the car crash."
"You stole it from him?" Fonzi exclaimed.

"He wasn't using it anymore," Jack said dismissively. "And to answer your other question, I am from the future. At least originally." A dark cloud passed over his face as he said this last bit.

"Originally? What does that mean?" Fonzi enquired.

"Never mind," Jack said. "The most pressing issue right now is that a ship came down nearby and that woman, if she's still alive, she'll need help." He looked at Fonzi dead in the eyes. Are you coming or not?"

Fonzi looked out the window. "It's already dark out. Wouldn't it be best to wait until morning?"
Jack glanced out the window. "Huh," he grunted. He hadn't noticed that it was so late. "Perhaps you're right. We can leave first thing in the morning."
"I guess you're crashing here after all," Fonzi said with a sigh. "You can take the couch," he said, indicating the old, beat up couch against the far wall.

"What," Jack smirked, "You're not gonna invite me into your bed?"

"Excuse me?" Fonzi said, alarmed.

"Nothing," Jack sighed. "The couch will do fine." But too bad. This Fonzi guy was pretty damn cute. But it was the 1950's after all. Even if Fonzi was into guys he'd never admit it to someone else. Such things simply weren't done yet.

Fonzi eyed him warily but finally he grunted and headed back to the bathroom.

Jack, who was jetlagged and exhausted from his long trip, slipped off his coat and shoes and lowered himself to the couch. He looked at the closed bathroom door. Fonzi seemed a decent guy and all, but regardless of what he had just said, there was no way he was taking him to Cedarburg tomorrow. Jack was gonna have to do this alone.