Torchwood Four; Dublin; Ireland

Nessa Dove found her sister Jeannette in the upstairs garden with Liam. They were both laughing over a magazine. It was good to hear. Jeannette's reaction to Liam lying to her at the bar was different than expected. She'd defended him when the men attacked. His concern for her safety, even after she was forced to defend herself with fireballs, had a profound affect on Jeannette.

"Good article?" Nessa doubted they were laughing at one.

"Men's fashion."

Of course it was. "Underwear ads?"

Jeannette held up a picture. "Jeans."

The gorgeous male model wore low riders, work boots and no shirt. "Needs a tool belt."

"More to take off." Liam grinned.

"Are you corrupting my sister?" Nessa smiled. It looked like Liam was helping her heal. After Eddie Cattrell, Jeannette wouldn't talk about sex or sexuality. She wasn't open to about it to begin with, but Eddie hurt her badly. They still weren't sure if he raped or manipulated her.

"I'm a choir boy."

Jeannette laughed. "Maybe if you're chasing priests."

Liam tried to keep from laughing. "That is so wrong."

Nessa crossed her arms. "Don't you have work to do?"

"I escaped."

"Get going." Nessa motioned toward the door. "The boss is cranky."

"Liam wants the boss to spank him."

"Trefor won't." Liam gave an exaggerated pout before disappearing through the doorway.

Jeannette closed the magazine. "What did I do?"

Nessa sat next to her sister. "We need to talk about school. Classes start soon."

The humor fled from Jeannette's expression. "Is home schooling possible?"

"Yes. You would need tutors for advanced classes." Nessa took her sister's hand. If Eddie had been the extent of the situation, it might have been to soon. The attack set back her progress.

"I'm scare," Jeannette said after a few minutes. "I trusted someone I shouldn't have. The bar was stupid. But my new friend set me up"

Trefor had been unable to track the teenage girl. She had to be connected to the attempted abduction. The mobile phone was a disposable. Her social media accounts were closed within minutes of Jeannette defending herself. They had a somewhat decent picture from Jeannette's phone and some grainy CCTV footage. Trefor was concerned the girl was a human-trafficking victim or somehow under the offender's control. That fit what they knew of the unethical researchers.

Nessa's mobile rang. Gwen was calling. "Morning." Having a boyfriend that worked out was a different experience. For whatever reason, talking to his father and Ianto wasn't a big deal. Gwen intimidated her.

"Morning. We have new information. It's important we get as much information as we can. Would you talk to your aunt? We need information on Rift abilities, exactly what the Sisters believe and alchemy. I will attempt to contact the Sisters after that."

"I will. I called Birmingham after the abduction attempt. Kismet Elman said the Sisters were not involved with giving Jeannette CN." Nessa squeezed her sister's hand. "I did get the impression that the Birmingham office does not have control of the entire religion, for lack of a better description. Kismet said that Zane Enlow Botanical Gardens was producing CN at one point. There is a Nova Scotia file connecting Ronald Beaupre to the gardens before his death."

"How's Jeannette?" Gwen sounded genuinely concerned.

Nessa appreciated that. "Good. We were talking about schooling options when you called."

"I hope you're having better luck. My kids don't want to go back."

"Good thing Ianto's a saint."

Gwen hesitated. "Will you be able to call Colina soon? I didn't make a good impression and Bree quit."

Nessa wasn't particularly surprised. But it meant Three was more short-handed than usual. "Yeah."

Torchwood Three; Cardiff, Wales

Gwen Cooper reviewed the information they had on Tremayne Hughes. The young man was the first willing prisoner Torchwood ever had. On Phantasos' orders, he'd knocked her unconscious at a crime scene with a talisman, allowing the ancient being to communicate with her by dream. John injured Tremayne defending her. He hadn't complained about any of it. He was terrified of the Pierro group finding him. Einian Baines was both a friend and another of Phantasos' dreamers.

They were unsure how many dreamers had been killed, but at least three in Cardiff. DCI Harpham had been abducted or killed. Mari, one of Morpheus' dreamers had been held prisoner by Pierro and lived because she caught Gwen's attention. Which led to Pierro's arrest. The police unknowingly gave Morpheus access and he killed Pierro with a sand embolism.

The Pierro group, as they called the London based group targeting dreamers, was potentially a group of genetically altered humans interested in the genetics associated with sleep-related psychic abilities. From what she'd pieced together from talking to Colina, the genetic modification that resulted in more than one lab questing DNA results, was a type of alchemy with dangerous side effects. Dawn's information from Atmore suggested the Pierro group is connected to a government funded project in the 1960s. Anwen pointed it out there was no way psychic research was being done in London without the Torchwood Institute knowing about it. They were probably involved. Which could explain the black ops Beaupre was involved with.

Tremayne's cell was an unused storage room near the infirmary modified with a bathroom and a few pieces of mismatch furniture. He'd lived there since Baines' death. With all the craziness, they did the best they could for him. Bree had been talking to him. Which meant the duty went to Dmitri now that Bree wasn't coming back.

Gwen tapped the com system John rigged it and the lock. "Morning. I need to ask a few questions."

"Come in." Tremayne sounded resigned.

Gwen tapped the controls and the door slid open. Tremayne sat at the small, wooden table with an e-reader and a mug of coffee. The coffee maker on an end table looked like one Ianto picked out. A small refrigerator had been set up in the corner opposite the single bed.

"We're making progress. Slowly." Gwen sat on an odd-shaped wooden chair across from him. "Is it possible to contact Phantasos or Morpheus?"

"Maybe. I thought you were one of Morpheus' dreamers?"

"No."

"Even if I can contact Phantasos, understanding him is difficult. He has power over surreal dreams. Its like trying to having a conversation with a Salvidore Dali painting."

"I understood him," Gwen commented.

"What did he look like?" Tremayne's commented reminded her of Colina. She asked the same thing.

"A demon."

"Can you tell Morpheus and Phantasos apart?"

"Yeah."

Tremayne exhaled sharply. "You can see through their illusions but you're not a dreamer?"

"Does dream-sharing require being a dreamer?"

"I don't know. That's a gift. I haven't earned it."

"If you can't talk to him directly, how did you know to be there?"

"A psychic dream and a radio."

"Would you be able to give Phantasos a message? I need to speak with Morpheus."

"I'll try."