I turned around and the man gasped. "Cara?"

He put his gun down and walked towards me. "Is it really you? Wait, which one are you?" he asked. "I'm not Owen's sister." I said sadly. He looked at me suspiciously. "Prove it." He said. I understood why he was skeptic to believe it at first. I pulled the fabric of my shirt off of my shoulder, revealing the weevil scar that I had. Everyone else thought it was a dog bite, but here, it was seen for what it was. "It's really you." He said. "Everyone else is gone. Except for Gwen. We are the only ones left. They're all gone." I walked up to him and put my arms around him. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

I could feel him silently cry into my shoulder as I held him in my arms. "So where's Gwen?" I asked as he began to calm down. "She's as Rhiannon's house. She needed help with Deryn." I raised my eyebrow in confusion. "Owen's sister's daughter." He answered.

Suddenly, my knees decided to give out again. "Are you okay?" he asked, worried. I nodded. "Travelling through the Time Vortex without a vortex manipulator can be a pain." I said as I stood up, using Jack as a crutch. "I just need a good ol' cuppa tea. Tea can just about fix anything, ya know."

He had taken me back to Rhiannon's house in Torchwood's SUV. Once we had gotten there, I had promptly passed out.

I woke up to see a lady fanning my face with a fan. I recognized her as Ianto's sister, Rhiannon. "Hello there, Dear. How are you feeling? I made some tea, if you'd like some." I sipped from the cup that she had handed me and smiled sadly. She was definitely Ianto's sister. She could brew a wonderful cuppa tea. "Thank you." I said. I looked around and saw that I was in a guest room. I was about to speak when I heard a baby start to cry. But it sounded strange, as I could understand it. "Oh, I'm sorry." Rhiannon said. "She won't stop crying. We can't figure out why." The baby continued to cry. "I want my mommy! Give me my mommy!"

I carefully stood up and walked to where I heard the crying coming from. As I opened the door, I saw Gwen trying to pacify Deryn, who looked about 8 months old now. "What do ya want?" she pleaded. "Do you want a bottle? Did you mess your diaper? What is it?" She looked like she was stressed so I walked over to the baby and picked it up out of its cradle. As I bounced her in my arms, she began to somewhat calm down. She opened her eyes and saw me. "Momma!" she cried. happily

"I'm not your mommy." I said. "You look like mommy, so you are mommy." Deryn said decisively. Gwen looked at me in amazement. "How do you do that? You just picked her up and she stopped. We bloody needed that a few minutes ago." Jack walked in the door just then. "Cara, can I speak to you in the hall for a minute?" he asked. I nodded. Still carrying Deryn, I walked into the hall.

"So I ended up in the future for a bit." He began. "And I did a little research on you." I froze. "There are no records of a Cara Singleton that fits your description. So, who are you really?"

I'm having a bit of writer's block, so some input on your wishes for what you want to happen next is greatly appreciated! Please review!