Jack brushed spider's web away from his face as they crept through the tunnel. Small cracks in the top crown of the tunnel let in slivers of daylight; they were close to the street. Their torches could only illuminate twenty meters in front of them. The stone-lined tunnel was cold and damp with the order of decay.

"Did you hear that?" Gwen crouched down aimed her torch at the sound.

The sound of scurrying feet tracked away.

"Rats." Jack continued to make his way down the tunnel, casting the beam of this torch on the ceiling looking for an exit shaft.

"Do you think weevils are around?"

"You're not helping, Gwen." Jack was annoyed. "If they are, they'll attack. You know what to do." He took a few more steps, then stopped, crouched down, and then held up his hand. "Listen."

A faint sound of singing could be heard in the distance.

"Ah, I know that sound," Jack grinned. "This way."

They soon came to a rusting iron ladder riveted to the wall leading to a heavy, wooden trap door. Jack climbed into a darkened basement storeroom lined with casks and bottles of beer on the shelves. The smell of fish and chips wafted through the air.

…I'm not drunk

I just feel a bit downhearted

I'm not drunk,

I'm only getting started

I'm not drunk

Although I'm drinking to forget

I'm not drunk, yet.

"Nothing better than a pub songs after a hard day's work," Jack smiled as he hauled Gwen up through the trapdoor, then he secured it. "I think we're at Conroy's near Liandaff Fields at the end of the park. Torchwood London was always good for a party."

"I could murder a pint and pie," Gwen muttered as she dusted the cobwebs and dirt off her jeans.

"A little to close to UNIT for my tastes." Jack surveyed the room for an escape route. Two egress windows were on the south wall of the basement. He moved several cases of beer below one. He checked for alarm wiring, after seeing none, he pulled it open. Motioning to Gwen, he helped her climb up and then exited himself. The night air was clean and crisp after the rain, with only a few puddles remaining. A slight mist was rising from the rain-soaked ground as they made their way out of the area, dodging into shadows as patrol cars passed or someone held his gaze too long.

"Do you have any money?" Jack asked. "We could pick up something to eat at over there." He looked over at fish and chips shop that was still open, though most of the customers had come and gone. Gwen went in and brought out two orders.

"We need a place to rest for the night." Jack pulled up the collar on his coat. "You're exhausted, and both of us need time to regroup." They were in a residential neighborhood of terrace houses. Several had for sale signs. Jack looked around for CCTV cameras and found none. One had been on the market for a long time, judging from the overgrown garden. Gwen checked the window and motioned to Jack that it was empty. Both circled around to the back where Jack picked the lock. They entered quietly and relocked the door. There was some discarded furniture left scattered throughout the home.

"I'll take the couch," Jack said. "There is a mattress in the first bedroom that still looks descent." He put down the backpack with the Torchwood laptop carefully on the floor and wearily sat down on the faded couch.

"First things first," said Gwen as she put the bag of food down between them and divided it up. "Sorry the tea is cold now."

Jack grimaced, "Beggars can't be choosers. Really, it's fine."

Gwen took a closer look at their surroundings. "Must be a foreclosure by the looks of it. Electricity is off, water too, but it will do for a night.

"We need to get to an ATM," mused Jack. "I'll check the laptop in the morning to see if my accounts are still active. If UNIT is involved, they may have been searching them out. We need to find a way to meet Rhys in Dyffryn Gardens. I don't want to attract the attention of the police by stealing a car." He finished his meal, wrapping the remainder in the bag and putting it in the backpack pocket. "Don't want to leave any evidence."

A cold light of the street poured into the bare window. Gwen could see Jack was drawn and exhausted. His eyes looked old and weary, not the Jack she worked with in Torchwood. The strong Jack that always came up with solutions was silent now.

"You know that they are all right," Gwen sat closer and put her hand on his shoulder. "Rhys said so and you saw the Doctor."

Jack said nothing for a moment, and looked at his wristband. "There is no message. I have no way of knowing where they are," he said grimly, "what time they are in, or what is happening."

"They are safe," Gwen reassured him. "You just need a good nights rest, and we'll start in the morning."

The Captain gave her a weak smile. Gwen left him in the living room wondering how she could get the old Jack back again. She looked back to see him stretching himself out on the couch using his coat as a blanket, and then continued down the hall to the bedroom.

The morning came quickly. Gwen tied up her hair to change her appearance a bit and left to buy food for breakfast avoiding the CCTV systems when possible. Jack took that time to access the laptop checking on the locations and viability of the Torchwood accounts he had been salting away for so many years. There was no indication that UNIT had broken the codes, and there was an ATM less than a kilometer from their current location. However the news bulletins was more troubling.

Gwen carefully let herself in and handed a coffee to Jack. "The best I could do in this area was a vendor at a farmer's market." She handed him a wrapped meat pie and opened another for herself. "And I have some Gala apples from the market."

The street was beginning to fill up with traffic. They moved from the living room to avoid detection, and stood at the counter of the kitchen facing the garden. "Did you find a good ATM?"

"Yes," Jack finished off the pie and reached for the apple. "There is one less than a kilometer away, but there is a problem."

Gwen looked up. "Yes?"

"There is a bulletin out for my arrest," Jack opened up the laptop. "It has my picture and description, but a different name."

"What is the charge?" asked Gwen.

"Terrorism," Jack said grimly. He leaned against the counter looking out on the overgrown garden.

"Terrorism! That's ridiculous!" Gwen frowned. "That must be UNIT. They can take you and hold you without due process."

"That's the least of it," said Jack. "There is nothing out on you and Rhys, so they must not know you are helping me or not see you as a threat."

"What do we do?" asked Gwen.

"I'll need different clothes," said Jack. "I'm too easily spotted in these clothes." He looked back at Gwen. "Something a farmer might wear, another coat, and a hat. I'll give you the codes to my ATM. Can you handle that for me?"

"Absolutely," replied Gwen as she mental figured out what sizes the Captain would wear. "I have some alternate ID on me, just in case. I'll rent a car so we could meet Rhys. You're OK here?"

Jack nodded and wrote down the location of the ATM and the codes on a scrap of paper and handed to her. She quickly checked out the back of the house for any observers, and left. Jack turned his attention to the computer, checked the newsfeeds and Cardiff police reports to figure out what was going on. Then he used the Torchwood software to break into UNIT.

Gwen returned in the afternoon with several shopping bags, two orders of kabob, and more tea. She handed the bags and a block of cash to the Captain. Jack stored the cash in the backpack with the computer, and took the shopping bags. He left the room to change while Gwen laid out their meal on the counter. He quickly returned dressed in a blue boiler suit, work boots, and a fleece-lined waterproof jacket with a hood. He turned around so she could see the fit.

Gwen laughed, "You look like you're ready to go to market!"

"That's the idea," Jack said. "Good eye, and the rest of the choices are excellent."

"I bought duffel to store the clothes." Gwen pointed to the kitchen. "Come eat, the food is getting cold." They both found a clean spot of the floor and sat down.

"Did you find out anything while I was gone?" Gwen asked as she opened the bag.

"Hard to tell," Jack said. "Other than the fact that they are looking for me. I can't figure out who gave the orders or why. Personnel files for this action are sealed. I don't know why they would focus on me. I haven't been here for awhile and I left on good terms."

"I have a surprise for you," smiled Gwen. "Look out the back."

Jack craned his head and looked across the garden when he found an old, beat up gray truck parked down the street.

"I doubt they'll come looking for us in that!" Gwen laughed. "I paid an old man at the farmer's market to borrow it for two days. I promised I'd bring it back. He said he stay at a hotel near the market, but I think he'll spend most of his time at the pub." She looked at her watch. "We'd better be on our way. We need to get there before Rhys does."

They packed up their belongings, made sure all traces of their presence were erased from the house, and left.

It was nearing mid-afternoon when they reached Dyffryn Gardens. After parking the truck near a maintenance shed, Jack and Gwen made their way to the wooded arboretum. The sun was low on the horizon when Rhys came to join them. They found a secluded area and sat down on the ground.

"Almost didn't recognize you," Rhys smiled. "You look a bit country, Captain."

"That's the idea."

"I thought I'd make it a picnic while we are here." Rhys spread out a picnic cloth over the ground, and then took out several wrapped sandwiches from his backpack and two large thermos. "Hungry?"

"Starved," said Gwen as she opened the wrapping of the sandwich. " How, what happened with the Doctor? We only know what was on the CCTV."

"That was pretty much it," said Rhys. "He rushed in, hurried Jen out of the house, and left."

"Did he tell you anything for me?" Jack asked quietly. "Where he took Jen and the baby?"

"Yes," Rhys reached into his pocket and took out a scrap of paper. "He wrote this down for you before he left, but it doesn't make any sense." He handed it to Jack. "Sorry, it got a little wet when I slipped in the rain."

Jack studied the paper. The ink had blurred and some of the message had washed from the paper. "Ke-47, Al-. S.a.. These may have been coordinates, but I can't make them out." He looked up at Rhys, "Did he say when he was coming back?"

"Too much of a hurry for conversation." Rhys

Jack stared at the note. He quietly got up and walked a short distance away. He stood with his back to them, watching the setting sun.

Rhys frowned and turned to Gwen. "Why is he…?"

Gwen shook her head, "Let him be."

Rhys started, "But…"

"It's his family, Rhys. He can't find them. The message is incomplete."

"But the Doctor…?"

Gwen looked at her husband and shook her head. "Jack has waited for him before."

After awhile, Jack returned to them and sat down. "Do you have anything else to eat?" He took the second thermos and poured out three cups.

Rhys stuttered, "Oh sure, I've got fruit buns here somewhere." He dug through the backpack, and passed them out.

Jack a cup of tea to Gwen and Rhys, and then took a bun.

Gwen broke the silence. "We can get through this, Jack. We're a team, yes? We can keep you hidden from UNIT while you wait for him…"

"You and Rhys can't be involved in this," Jack said quietly. "You have done enough and it is too dangerous. I don't know who all the players are, and they could come after you to get to me. I can't risk that. I can't risk you."

Rhys began to yawn and put his head on Gwen's shoulder. She suddenly felt dizzy and put a hand out to steady herself. She looked at Jack in amazement.

"You didn't….You put recon in the tea!" Gwen stared at Jack. "How could you!"

Jack looked sadly at his friends. "I can't let you get involved in this." He rose and stepped across to cloth, guided Gwen and Rhys down gently as the Recon took effect, then stepped away. "It's mild," he said softly. "Just enough to forget the last two days. You'll wake soon and forget all about this. I need to handle this myself."

Jack cleaned up the picnic and put everything away in the backpack, placing it near the sleeping couple. He then returned to the truck, wrote a note to requesting it be return back to the Cardiff market and attached it to the keys. He then put on the backpack with the Torchwood laptop, and pulled a dark knit cap over his hair. Captain Jack Harkness then pulled up the hood of his coat, picked up the duffel, and started to walk north with only the Welsh moon to guide him.