The gas filled Paige's mask. Her head tilted downward, slightly. At first, the two men in the room thought that she was resisting. But, they soon realized it was only a spasm.

When Paige came to, she had no idea where she was. It took a moment for her to get a handle on her surroundings.

"Whoa," she said. She got up and looked around. She soon realized that she was in a jail cell. "What am I doing here? I'm not supposed to be here!"

She went up to the bars of her cell and tried to rattle them. "Hey!" she shouted. "Hey! Let me out of here! Whatever it is you think I did, I'm innocent! Please! Please, you've gotta let me out of here! I'm innocent!"

The warden of the prison walked over to the cell. He got out his night stick and tapped on the bars. "Quiet!" he demanded. Paige flinched back. The warden took his glasses off to reveal the face of André DiMera. Of course, having not met André before, Paige didn't know this.

"Please," she said. "I'm sorry for making so much noise, I-"

"I said quiet," replied the warden. "No noise from murdering scum like you."

Paige gulped as André looked her up and down. "Me? A murderer?"

"Oh yes," smirked the warden. "Caught red-handed, as it were."

"But-" gulped Paige, "but, that's impossible. I-I wouldn't hurt a fly. Ask anyone. Talk to J.J. He knows me. He'll tell you!"

"I'm afraid that's just not possible," said the warden, shaking his head.

"Why not?"

"J.J. Deveraux is the man that you've killed." André said with a grin.

Paige shook. "No," she whispered. No, that can't be true. Not J.J. I could never have-"

"Oh, but you did," the warden said. He leaned in closer so that only Paige could hear. "You murdered J.J. Deveraux in cold blood.". This was having the desired effect. Paige looked very confused, and she was shaking. "It's not surprising. It was a crime of passion, after all."

Paige looked up. "What do you mean?"

André smirked. "Well, when you found out what he did, you just went insane. Of course, I don't blame you. Anyone would. To find out that your ex-boyfriend slept with your own mother on numerous occasions. Well, that is something that would turn even the most sane person mad."

"That-that's not true," stammered Paige. "That's a lie! J.J. told me what happened, and there's no way that he would ever willingly-". But then, she could see it. As clear as day, she could see it.

J.J. and her mother in bed together. J.J. making rough, sweet hardcore love to her mother. And her mother begging for more. Over and over again.

"She can never know about this," J.J. whispered to Eve. "You know that."

"Of course," Eve nodded. "Who'd ever believe me, anyway?"

"Exactly," smiled J.J.

Paige's face crumpled.

"Oh, don't be sad," cooed André. You got him back in the end."

"H-how?" whispered Paige.

"You invited him over to your college dorm room."

Paige was on the phone.

"I need to see you," she said. "It's important."

"You said you had something to tell him. Naturally, wanting to keep up the pretense of loving boyfriend, he showed up." Once he arrived, you knocked him out.

J.J. walked in.

"Hey," he smiled. Paige smiled back then hit him over the head with a nearby lamp.

"You stripped him down to his boxers and chained him to the bed."

Paige looked up at the warden.

"And," she said.

"You had asked advice from one of the greatest men of all time, Stefano DiMera, on how to get rid of your enemies," the warden continued. "In an exchange for a few favors, Stefano gave you a highly precious case of lipstick."

Paige put on the lipstick.

"It's even in my shade" she smiled.

"Lipstick," enquired Paige. "What good would lipstick do?"

"This lipstick," André said, "contained a toxin so deadly that one kiss from it is enough to stop a person's heart instantly.

J.J. had come to. He looked around.

"Paige, what the hell-"

He was cut off as Paige kissed him. He gasped for air, but quickly died.

"Of course, the wearer isn't affected by it, only the one the wearer kisses. So, you did. However, you're a smart girl. You didn't trust Stefano. Your mother had always told you never to trust a DiMera. So, just in case, you went into your purse and pulled out a red necktie."

"A red necktie?"

"Oh, yes," smiled André. And just to make sure his death happened, you tied it around his neck and choked what little life remained in him."

"You son of a bitch" Paige yelled, as she wrapped the tie around J.J.'s neck and pulled it tight.

"Then, of course, there was the fire."

Paige took a lighter out of her pocket.

"Go to hell," she whispered.

She lit it up and threw the lighter onto the bed. She ran out just as the sheets caught fire. On her way out, she was stopped by the police.

"Freeze!" Shouted Rafe. "You're under arrest for the murder of J.J. Deveraux!"

"He was almost in recognizable" André finished, "When they finally found him. Only his dental records could prove who he really was."

Paige let out a sob, not wanting to believe it, but realizing that it must be true.

"Don't worry," said André as he turned to leave. "You'll have your day in court soon enough".

Back in reality, André stood over Paige's body, which was still chained to the bed.

"Is she ready?" he asked.

Dr. Wilhelm Rolf stepped out from the shadows. "Ready and waiting," he replied.

When they got to Torchwood, Martha ran the scanner over the boy. "He's closer to alive than he was," she said. "He may awaken before we get him into the tombs."

Gwen glanced down. The boy's eyes were open but glazed over. She was sure he saw nothing, yet she could see deep pain in them, deep sadness. He looked so young, younger than she had been when she first became a cop, younger than Rhys had been when they met. "You're only a child, aren't you?" she asked softly. "What is that's been done to you?" But there was no life in the boy's eyes and he didn't reply.

Martha frowned. "Here, Gwen," she said, opening the glove box and taking out what looked like a set of plastic handcuffs with a timer display in the center. "As a precaution we need to timelock him in case he wakes up before we get him into a cell."

Gwen's eyes narrowed. "Is it really necessary to even lock him up, treat him like a rabid dog that has to be contained for everyone's protection? Can't we just bring him to the exam room and extract blood samples or whatever it is that's needed to combat the dark matter within him? "

"Gwen!" Martha said. "The scanner doesn't lie, and it's still reading abnormally high dark matter. Your caring for him has caused you to treat him like an innocent child rather than a potentially dangerous carrier of an alien infection." Gwen frowned and Martha said, "Please, Gwen, it's only for a few minutes until we get him safely in the tombs. Once he's there you can visit as much as you like with the glass between you, help him to feel safe before I examine him."

"No!" Gwen said. "You want him to remain a human being, then bloody treat him like one."

Martha glanced at Rhys. "Is she always this impossible?"

"No one has a bigger heart than my Gwennie," Rhys said uncertainly.

"Fat lot of help, this one," Martha said. "I suppose we'll have to radio Jack."

"He's not going to say anything except to do what we think best," Gwen sighed. "That one might as well not be here at all, the amount of leading he's doing lately."

"Tell me about it. I may need to check him for dark matter as well if he doesn't snap back to himself soon." Martha again picked up the timelocks. "Which of us shall do it?"

"I haven't a choice, then?" Gwen snapped. Martha shook her head and Gwen said, "All right, give me half a second with him first."

Gwen smoothed the boy's hair back. "I don't know if you can hear me. Perhaps for your sake it's best you cannot, because everything that's about to happen to you must be as confusing and frightening as whatever it is that got you into this state. But here goes. You have a sort of… an infection. We don't know what it does exactly, and that's the problem. It could make you lose control. We've seen that before, plenty of times. Someday when we're past all this, I'll tell you stories. Anyway, the thing is, the safest course of action is to minimize your ability to do harm until we know what we're dealing with. This won't hurt a bit, I promise." She held out her hands for the timelocks. Pressing the button to open them, she said, "Don't be frightened now. I'm putting it on the lowest setting. This is meant to keep all of us safe, especially you." She bit her lip, wondering if she should tell the comatose boy in her lap that if he struggled the timelocks would automatically give him a low electric shock, just enough to paralyze his arms for 30 seconds so that other measures could be taken. She shook her head, deciding it was best not to. With tears in her eyes, she said, "Right then, up you go." She pulled him to a sitting position and hugged him against her, gently. The boy made a soft sound as if he were in pain. "Ssh," she said, running her fingers through his hair. Then she carefully pulled his arms behind his back and put the timelocks around his wrists. "Five minutes is enough to get him to the tombs, yeah?" she asked, and Martha nodded. Gwen set the timer and the cuffs locked into place.

Martha helped Gwen walk the boy through the Hub, down to the tombs. His legs moved, though his eyes were still blank and his mouth hung halfway open, like he had been hypnotized. Martha slid open a glass door and they walked him inside. Gwen stood watching, tears in her eyes, as Martha sat him down against the wall. "Come on," she said.

Gwen followed Martha out. Martha slid the glass door closed, locking the boy in the cell. Then she pressed a remote against the glass. The timelocks fell off him and made themselves flat and slim so they could slide under the glass. She picked them up and removed the remote from the glass. The glass door settled down until it met the floor and the timelocks grew in her hands until they were three-dimensional again.

Gwen stood staring at the boy for a while longer. His head drooped forward and she knew he was still unconscious.

Rhys put his hand on Gwen's shoulder. "We should let the doctor take care of him, yeah?"

Gwen nodded.

"Hey," Rhys said. "You did good, Gwennie. You did real good."

"I hope so," Gwen said, leaning against Rhys unhappily. He put his arm around her and they walked off.