Splott (neighborhood); Cardiff, Wales

Gwen Cooper parked behind Andy's police cruiser on Carlisle near Janet Street. The sun had already set. The street lights cast the area in odd colors and shadows. Not much stirred. The driver of a slow moving car eyed them as he passed.

"Hey."

"Long day?" Gwen asked.

"Stupid day." He looked tired. "I made a couple calls. Harley is at a party. It's about to be raided."

"Where?"

"Follow me."

She saw the police cars before they reached the same block. The raid had already gone down. Constables were removing people from the house. Gwen held her credentials up. She heard a couple Torchwood complaints as she followed Andy into the house. Two constables had the young woman she recognized from the CCTV footage in the kitchen.

"Can you leave us, please?" Gwen asked. "Andy can stay."

When they left the room, Gwen set her laptop on the counter and removed a small scanning device. The Rift energy was faint. (expand)

"I need you to empty your pockets, Ms. Haskin."

The young woman simply looked at her with a bored expression.

"You have something in your possession that's contaminated. Similar to radiation." A beat. "Empty your pockets."

After a brief hesitation, Harkin set a mobile, keys, wallet and Ziploc bags of drugs on the small table.

"Are those magic mushroom?" Gwen asked.

"I want a lawyer."

Gwen nodded. "Andy, please step out."

He left.

"Marley, I'm Torchwood, not the police. Whatever is in those bags is dangerous. I need to know where it came from."

"Really?" The cocky attitude was fading.

"Yes."

"Skyla Chinery." Haskin provided an address.

"Thank you. Did you give anyone here whatever is in the bag?"

Haskin hesitated. "Yeah."

"I need to get them to the hospital. I need names." Gwen handed her a pen and paper.

The young woman quickly wrote a list.

"Thank you." A beat. "Is Skyla the source of whatever?"

"I don't know."

Gwen packed up and headed out. "Drug or no drug, what she removed from her pockets is dangerous. Its not radioactive, but it needs to be placed in a safe box. Anyone who ingested it needs to go to the hospital immediately." Gwen read off names.

"Is it terrorism?" One of the constabules asked.

"I don't know. I need to find the source to determine that."

University Hospital of Wales

Luc Sarkisian returned to Malcolm Dove's hospital room. He'd already spoken to him and figured it required the least amount of explanation. Luc knocked again before stepping inside. "Sorry. We have new information."

"That bad?"

"Possibly." Luc set up his laptop. "Its similar to a Geiger counter."

"Radiation?"

"Not the Chernobyl type."

Dove laughed. "Preparing dumb answers for the others?"

"No. It's a Torchwood situation. The energy involves time and space. It would give Einstein a headache." Luc scanned Dove. The results were bizarre. Which fit Dove's Torchwood file. The Rift energy wasn't new.

"Results?"

"I don't know. I need to compare your readings with the others."

"What are you looking for?"

Luc started packing up his equipment. "A possible explanation for the drug."

"Vague."

"I don't have details. Bad batches of 'shrooms are outside my knowledge and experience."

Three more discussions and Luc was concerned he would lose his cool. The dumb questions, and blatant ignorance, were worse than the insults. The results were worth the stupidity, however. Each of them had been exposed to Rift energy different from Dove. He needed to check their academic records, but he doubted any of them could understand the situation nevertheless cause it.

Dove still looked guilty. Intelligent people had committed incredible acts of stupid. If he was a sociopath, it was possible he was playing a game. Luc doubted it. He still didn't know why Dove's social media was fake or the story with his family and trust. Whatever secrets Dove was keeping, he doubted Dove tried to kill his classmates. There were better ways for a science nerd to do that without implicating himself.