Rex's head was still pounding when he arrived at his front door. It was still pounding when he made his way into the lift, and up towards his apartment. And it pounded even more when he attempted to bury his head in his duvet, but Rex was soon off to sleep. It was something about that women, he thought, picturing her in every detail he could remember, as his eyes actually managed to close without the need for his normal cocktail of sleeping pills.

As he slept, Rex was very much looking forward to the possibility of a lie-in as well. Jack and Gwen needed time to stew, and Rex was staying out of that mess for sure! Honestly, they were as bad as an old married couple, and seemed to be always having tiffs. But they always, no "forgave" is the wrong word, "moved on" together. "I killed your husband" "I killed you" "You're responsible for my husband and baby being kidnapped" "You kidnapped me", endless. But they continued, they were united, and Rex, and the whole of Cardiff, couldn't imagine the pair any other way. It was sweet really… No. No it wasn't. It was bloody annoying, Rex reminded himself.

His sweet dreams of a lie-in however were dashed when he awoke in the morning. His phone was ringing as he tossed and turned, arms flailing, trying to work out exactly where his phone was.

"Hello?" He croaked when he eventually reunited himself with the device, answering the call without even checking the ID.

"Rex, where are you?! It's 11am, why aren't you here. Working." A grumpy Jack, jerking Rex to wake up just that little bit more.

"Listen, I assumed -"

"Assumed what? That I was just gonna give you the day off?!" Rex could practically hear Jack's eyebrows raising.

"Well you haven't exactly been around a lot lately, have you? For all I know, you could have left again last night!"

"No. It's different now. I want you to fill me on this Hal guy, Gwen says you've been stalking him,"

"I haven't been stalking!"

"Well, get down here, and tell your side of the story. Your files are indecipherable, how the CIA are still employing you is beyond belief, maybe I should have a word with your employers."

"Alright Jack, I'm coming!"

Jack getting all bureaucratic always freaked Rex out. It reminded him that Jack must have actual paperwork or something to do. Rex and Gwen got paid somehow, the hub got electricity and wifi, someone was doing paperwork! Jack was doing it, the tool that Rex ever so slightly despised probably had a desk drawer with spare staples in it. And all sorts of black ink pens for writing in all capitals on dotted lines. The idea of WW2 doing paperwork sent more shivers down Rex's spine than the constant presence of weevils.

Rex slumped his way into work again. Gwen was sat at her desk, typing away at her computer. She seemed oblivious to Rex entering, however as he drew closer to her, she spoke to him.

"Jack wants to speak to you in the office." She didn't even look, and her voice was completely monotone.

Rex silently turned, and made his way towards the steps to Jack's office. It was going be a long day, Rex thought to himself…

Rex filled Jack in on all the info he'd collected on Hal, as well as all the recall he'd done the night of the party, and together the two men compiled a file on the man.

"So, he's a Torchwood fan. I may not be the best to admit this, but we're not exactly the most secret of secret organisations," Jack remarked, leaning on the back legs of his chair, rubbing his temples. Launching full swing back into Torchwood life may not have been the best choice for him.

"Well you did pretty well getting rid of all the CIA files on you. Even I can't add anything to the databases about Torchwood,"

Jack smirked to himself. "Yer, that was a clever bit I did on your servers, wasn't it," He chuckled. Jack's behaviour was causing Rex to question whether yesterday had really happened at all. Jack was just as he always was, making stupid remarks at Rex's expense, let along actually mentioning it.

"Look, why don't you get Gwen to try and contact the brother. Try and work out the exact set-up he has,"

"Hal?" Rex interrupted.

"No, weren't you listening?!" Jack grabbed a print out of Oscar's face, "The brother! He knew something was up about the Walkman. I want to know as much as possible about him, how his mind works,"

"But why him? The brother's not the one we should be looking at! It was a fuckin' Walkman." Rex threw his hands up in the air, exasperated with everyone's fascination with the thing.

"No, the brother was right. The Walkman is different."

"For God sake!"

"Rex! Listen, it's my Walkman. When I was travelling with the Time Agency I'd leave myself little home comforts so that if I ever got stuck, or bored in that time again, I could go find the thing I'd left for myself. So I was travelling around, found a Walkman and left it somewhen even further in the past for myself. Little did I know that my little bit of fun was gonna come in so useful when I find myself stranded in Victorian times, craving a bit of Glenn Miller. And he knew. The brother knew it was wrong. That's why we need to look into him instead!"

Rex stared bemused for a second. "You fuckin' WW2. Glenn Miller on a bloody Walkman…" He spoke through closed teeth to himself, gathering some papers, and making his way to brief Gwen.