Hughes Flats; Cardiff, Wales

Gwen Cooper worried; her and Rhys did nothing but fight. He was sleeping on the sofa. After the situation with the police was resolved, she returned home hoping to make progress. Rhys hadn't calmed any since yesterday when Jack called everyone to hub because of Trent Shone. If anything, he was more agitated.

"Where are our kids?"

"With Ianto." Gwen sighed. "Listening to us yell isn't healthy."

"I am their father. Not Jack."

Gwen took a moment to avoid raising her voice. "Jack is not at the hub. Dr. Floyd called with a homicide after UNIT resolved the police problem."

"How did Ianto wind up raising our kids?"

"Process of elimination. Neither of them want to kill him." From Anwen's comments, she was mad at everyone else.

"You have no right to keep Anwen from me."

Deep breath, Gwen told herself. "A lot happened in three months, Rhys. You disappeared. She watched Marvyn Tew explode. She blamed herself for Ken needing psychiatric help. John didn't show up when she tried to contact him because he wasn't on Earth. When he came back, she had another meltdown." Gwen took another deep breath. "Anwen threatened to Derrian Talbot. She scared him so badly, he did what she demanded. She scared John."

"What did you do to help her?"

"I talk to her. It's all we can do."

"We're her parents."

Gwen nodded. "Yeah. Where do we find information on telekinetic tantrums caused by drug-induced psychic bonds?" Nevertheless an eleven year-old with a crush on her future boyfriend. "With John back, she was mostly coping. Except we can't get along for five minutes. The stress is coming back."

"We need to keep our family together." Rhys' accusation was implied but obvious. Every time Torchwood called, Gwen left.

She had no idea how to explain that his attitude was the primary problem. Anwen was right that Atmore changed him. He expected to give orders and be obeyed. More and more, he'd made comments about his child. Rhys' anger at Jack was starting to be directed at Trefor. While Gwen figured they'd work it out as long as Trefor wasn't exposed to it, Anwen noticed. After meeting the general, she knew Jack was Trefor's father. She understood the thoughtless comments Rhys made. No matter what, Anwen's loyalty to her brother was absolute. Which was obvious in the way she interacted with the general. She commented about learning from what the general went through to make sure Trefor didn't have the same difficulties. The general's complete avoidance of Rhys spoke volumes.

"We need to work this out. When we're calm, Anwen will be calm."

"She's a child."

Gwen nodded. At the moment, Rhys was the much bigger baby. Before she could think of what to say, her mobile rang. Rhys glared at her as she answered it. "Cooper."

"Is everything all right?" the general asked.

"Yeah."

"Do we have any prepared tactical plans? I can't find anything. Kailen and Luc are assessing a possible human-trafficking network. While I'm not confident of that intel, I did find an alien in charge of a domestic shelter in Dublin."

"I don't know. Did you ask Ianto?"

"Tell Jack you're busy."

Gwen met Rhys' eyes. "I'm talking to the general about an endangered women's shelter."

"Are you okay, mum?"

"Yeah. It's Rhys."

"If it gets bad, tell me. Jack will have to stand in line."

"I'm fine. Call Ianto. Tell Nessa I say hi."

"Later." The call ended.

John Hart stepped into the fake tourist office as Bobby Zhao approached. He knew the Ferryman more by reputation than anything. Which apparently was transporting people and not just souls to the afterlife. He called Ianto and said there was a problem and he was relocating someone from Nigeria. Ianto thought it was one of the women from Atmore, but wasn't sure.

A few minutes later the familiar Chinese man held open the door for a blond woman in her thirties. "John Hart, Dawn Sowell."

John recognized the name. Anwen would not be happy.

Zhao smiled and left, closing the door behind Dawn.

"Is Rhys here?" She looked uncertain.

"No." John hesitated. "Him and his wife are working things out."

Dawn nodded. "He mentioned that."

"What year did you disappear from?"

"1968."

John wondered briefly if she could be sent to Dublin. Except the general didn't like Rhys. Nova Scotia was a bad idea. Both of which Zhao would have considered before dropping her off in Cardiff. "Normally, guests are left with the office manager. Except Ianto's currently watching the kids." Locking her in a room was probably the best and safest idea.

"That's a problem?"

John motioned toward the hallway leading back to Torchwood. "Yeah." John waited until they were walking. "Did Rhys mention Anwen."

"His daughter."

"Yeah. She knows about you and isn't happy."

Ianto Jone's ear com as John returned to the office with an unfamiliar woman. He tapped it. "Hey."

"Why is she here?" Anwen demanded followed by a lot of rattling.

"Hold on," Ianto interrupted Jack. He stood and moved toward the door. "Anwen, stay here with your brother and John."

The woman backed out of the room allowing Ianto to follow her into the hallway. He waited for the door to shut. "Who are you?"

"Dawn Sowell."

"Shit."

"Ianto?" Jack asked.

"Sorry. Dawn is here and Anwen knows it."

"How did that happen?"

"Bobby Zhao brought her," Ianto explained. "John brought her to the office and Anwen recognized her. We're currently in the hall."

"Call Gwen. She will have to get Dawn out of there. The Mercia Tew situation is a lot worse than expected. Dmitri can't handle the scene. John needs to drive over here with mini bots and additional equipment. I'll text you a list."

Ianto rubbed the back of his neck. "Not that I mind hearing your voice, but why didn't you call John?"

"Anwen needs to access the Institute mainframe for information about Dmitri before he was an agent. If you can't find anything new, she needs to contact the Falklands."

"Woodside sent us inaccurate information last time."

"I know. But Dmitri is having a possible breakdown in Tew's backyard. He's blaming himself for Torchwood having access to the technology Tew appears to have used to kill herself and her attackers."

That didn't sound good. "Any search terms?"

"A bomb made of gears and a Victorian lamp."

That took Ianto a moment to process. "Alchemy?"

"I don't know. Dmitri didn't recognize the soul lamp."

"Be careful."

"Later." Jack turned off his com.

Ianto hesitated before calling Gwen. He could just picture the conversation. Except Gwen accepted Dawn's presence better than he expected. She said Rhys would come for her. Ianto opted not to mention that to Anwen.