"Jack!" Gwen shouted as the old man grabbed his blue coat and rushed past her.
Gen, Ianto and Rhys had been watching the monitors, and Jack's conversation with Joseph Milton, from the moment they saw Jack stepping inside the interrogation-room with the yellow files in his hands.
Ianto had found a way to turn on the audio, so they could listen.
What happened next none of them could have expected.
What happened next was nothing any of them wished for.
"Jack, wait!" Gwen yelled.
Rhys grabbed Gwen's hand, telling her not to follow him.
Gwen glanced only once at her husband, before she made her decision.
Rhys could read the regret in her eyes as her hand slipped from his and she followed Jack through the large, round, armoured door of the Hub.
"Gwen," Rhys whispered.
He could still feel the echo of her warmth against his shoulder.
Gwen had pressed his head into his shirt when Owen took off his clothes.
It was the last attempt of a desperate, angry man; it was humiliating and sad.
As Rhys gazed upon Gwen's back, as she rushed after Jack, Ianto smiled sadly, yet politely, as he put his hands in his pockets and looked away.
He glanced at the monitors, where he saw how Owen was putting on his clothes again, and again he looked away.
"I don't believe this…" Rhys muttered, not able to find the right words to express himself with. "I mean…"
His hands felt useless; his hair was itching.
He looked at Ianto and felt small compared to his nice, black suit.
Rhys hesitated before he dared to say anything, "So what do we do now?"
Ianto smiled, "Coffee?"
He tried to lighten the dark atmosphere in the room, but failed miserably.
His joke only confused Rhys.
"So it'll just be me then?"
"Jack!" Gwen yelled as he followed him through seemingly endless corridors and stairwells.
She finally found him, standing right where she thought he would be.
Gwen felt a chilly wind blowing in her face the second she stepped into the moonlight.
The dark city stretched out for miles, it seemed; the water in the harbour was perfectly black, except for the reflection of the pale and clouded moonlight.
"Jack?" she asked.
He stood there, with his head facing the wind.
His hair was slowly moving, because of the wind; his coat too danced in the cold wind.
Jack only glanced at her from the corner of his eyes.
His face showed no emotion, except an ancient pain no-one could describe, except the immortal.
"JACK!" Gwen yelled.
Jack turned around.
He looked into her eyes and she looked into his, and Gwen saw the tears in his eyes.
His lip was trembling and his fists were strong.
Gwen looked at Jack and she couldn't help herself but let go of everything.
She collapsed in his mighty arms and cried as Jack put his arms around her.
He placed his head on her shoulder and together they mourned, together they cried, as starlight pierced the clouded sky.
"It's him," Gwen said.
"I know," Jack said, closing his eyes.
"I'm sorry," Owen spoke to the cameras. "for what I did just now."
He buttoned up his shirt again as he glanced at the table.
"I shouldn't have done that. I really shouldn't have."
He sighed, "It's just that, I've been so angry lately. At God, at Satan, at everyone, and I thought you would be the ones to understand. I really was stupid enough to think you'd recognise me, that you'd help me."
His voice was starting to crackle, and in his mind his eyes were starting to hurt him.
Still they refused to shed tears; not even one.
It angered him, but still he continued.
"It's funny, that after all these…"
Owen looked up at the ceiling as he tried to find the right words.
"Tragedies?" Owen spoke. "Dark times? Fuck-ups? Divine comedies? What's the right word? Well, never mind that…"
He now looked straight into the camera.
"After everything that has happened to me…" he went on. "I still--I still want to go back to my old life, and you know why? Because it's all I got! I've got nothing else!"
Then he suddenly smiled.
He was reminded of old times.
"Tosh, are you there?" he smiled. "Are you watching this? We've talked about this before, haven't we? I'm like a broken record sometimes, looping the same dark tune over and over again. Tosh?"
He hesitated to continue, as if he was waiting for some kind of sign.
But neither Ianto or Rhys would give him one, for both were speechless.
Their throats started turning sore, so Rhys swallowed and touched his neck with his hand.
Ianto looked away and hid his tears from Rhys Williams with a straight back.
He folded his arms and pretended he was still only listening to Owen's words.
"I never had a life, and now I'm dead!" Owen went on. "Stuck in another man's dead body!
"Hell spat me back out again, and now I'm here begging for scraps, begging for my old, miserable life!
"This is me, Owen Harper, fighting for the life he doesn't have! And I'm not giving up, you hear me, Jack! I'm not giving up!"
He slammed the table with his fist.
"You might not believe me," he said. "You want proof! Well, I'll give you proof!"
Owen stood up from his chair and walked towards the door.
He started typing his old password in the keypad which was embedded into the wall next to the door.
The heavy door opened with easy and Owen stormed out.
Ianto immediately grabbed his headset to contact Jack, who raced back towards the Hub, together with Gwen.
"Owen!" Jack yelled as he rushed towards the holding-cells, where Owen had ran away to.
Rhys and Ianto were already there.
They stood in the dark and gloomy, half-lit, damp corridor and they glanced at Jack and Gwen as they entered.
"Behold!" Owen yelled and he spread out his arms.
He stood at the centre of the corridor with a mighty smile upon his new face.
"The King of the Weevils!"
The Weevils backed away into the corners of their cells, silently howling and cowering away from the dead man who stood outside their cells.
Jack and Gwen glanced at each other; both were still catching their breaths from running really fast, back to the Hub.
"DO YOU BELIEVE ME NOW??" Owen asked.