Torchwood Three; Cardiff, Wales

Waking someone from a nightmare could be problematic to dangerous. Jack Harkness thankfully didn't have to worry about Ianto doing anything that wouldn't heal. Instead Jack focused on preventing self-injury. He pinned Ianto down. Sometimes that woke him. Other times it took more effort.

"Ianto," Jack said firmly.

Instead of waking, Ianto struggled.

Jack shifted his weight. The last time that happened, Ianto partly woke up and tried to fight him. "Ianto. Wake up!"

Ianto eyes opened suddenly, but weren't focused. "It's coming."

That's new, Jack thought. It could be a night terror. "Ianto, wake up!"

"Dad?" Michael said sleepily from his crib across the room.

Instead, Ianto's eyes glowed blue. It meant his ancient ability was warning him of danger or preparing to defend against it. Jack really hoped he hadn't triggered an involuntary defense. He didn't want to get thrown across the room.

A couple minutes later, Ianto blinked. He looked around as if trying to figure out where he was.

"Are you awake?"

"Yeah."

Jack shift back to his side of the bed. "You were having a nightmare."

"A weird one." Ianto rolled over and looked at Jack. "What does the Nigeria compound look like?"

"Uh. Desert colored walls, tile floors, African art. Why?"

"I was standing in a tan hallway. My vision blurred. I fell." Ianto looked uncertain. "I think I was seeing through a woman's eyes."

Jack reached out and rubbed Ianto's upper arm. "I will call Idrissa." Jack looked at a digital clock on the wall. "In a couple hours."

"No," Ianto said adamantly. "You need to call now."

Torchwood Nova Scotia; Truro, Nova Scotia, Canada

Luc Sarkisian woke startled. His eyes darted around the room looking for the threat. It took a moment for his mind to adjust to being awake. A nightmare, he thought. Then he turned to check on Eryn. She wasn't happy to be awake, but otherwise fine.

"Morning," she groaned.

Luc climbed out of bed. Something felt wrong. As irrational as it sounded, he needed to check system notifications. Once he would have dismissed it as left over from a dream. Too much had happened for him to dismiss the possibility.

"What's wrong?" Eryn pushed herself up as Luc grabbed his pants.

"I don't know."

"You had a nightmare. Come back to bed."

Luc wanted to believe that was it. "I can't."

Eryn climbed out of bed. He would have told her to go back to sleep if he thought she'd listen.

The urgency increased and he walked out of the room. Half way to his lab, he realized he forgot a shirt. He knew he should go back for one. But something kept moving him forward. The obsession worried him more than the certainty something was happening.

An alarm sounded as Luc entered his lab. Several automated sensors had been triggered. He hurried over to the main computer and tapped the keyboard for a summary before sitting down. The results made him uneasy.

The door opened and Eryn entered hesitantly. He couldn't blame her. The changes caused anger and unpredictable behavior at times.

"I'm calm."

"Sorry." Eryn entered and the door closed behind her. "I brought your shirt." She crossed the room.

"Thanks. Set it on the chair."

Eryn sat in the chair instead. "What's going on?"

"Multiple seismic readings near Amsterdam Island."

"Earthquake?"

Luc nodded, his hands flying over his keyboard. "The volcano on the island might be erupting."

Confused, she asked, "Isn't the spaceship fused with the island?"

"Ettie would have to explain. The ship isn't completely in our dimension."

Eryn nodded. "Right."

Luc smiled. "That's what I told my cousin when she explained it."

"How did an earthquake near Australia wake you in Canada?"

Luc shrugged. "How did I use the Internet to transport myself to Portland?"

"Maybe an online earthquake sensor…" Eryn trailed off. "That isn't possible. Right?"

An alarm sounded.

"Earthquake in Nigeria." Luc wished he could still directly access the Internet. Research was so much faster. "Earthquakes are possible," he found quickly and skimmed the information. "Some expect a big one. The last one was eighteen years ago in the South. This hit the north. Epicenter could be Torchwood."

"How bad?" Eryn reached for another computer.

"I don't know. The seismic equipment is in the wrong part of the country."

The intercom clicked on. "What's happening?" Aman sounded half awake.

"Nigerian earthquake," Eryn said. "We need drones in the air over Torchwood. And sentinels prepped for possible rescue."

Eryn grabbed a headset.

Hughes Flats; Cardiff, Wales

John Hart woke with a burst of adrenaline and bolted forward in bed. The sound of a baby crying made him tense. Rhosyn needed his help. Except he had no idea who she was.

"John?" Ken sounded tired and worried. If he could hear the crying, he would have asked about it.

"Find your portal device." John climbed out of bed and grabbed his pyjama bottoms.

Ken fumbled through the beside table drawer. "Why?"

"I don't know."

The crying intensified and an image appeared in his head. "Anwen's in trouble. Go to the hub. Now." John teleported from their apartment on the second floor to the Williams apartment on the third.

The kids' bedroom looked all right. Anwen continued sleeping. She should have felt the rush when he did. They were psychically bonded. While not everything transferred thankfully, fear responses did.

"John?" Trefor asked, confused. The four-year-old swung his legs over the edge of his bed.

"Do you sense anything?" John asked. The kid was young but empathic.

Trefor turned his spaceship lamp on casting a dim glow through the small room. A shadowy form moved across the floor toward Anwen's bed. An inky appendage reached toward her.

John teleported onto the bed as the entity grabbed her. She started to shimmer. John grabbed her, blue energy flowed over him and surrounded her. The bed shook as the entity struggled against John's energy. The crying baby sound erupted from nowhere vibrating the room.

The energy grew brighter with the sound and expanded outward. Gwen came running into the bedroom wearing pyjamas with a gun drawn as the blue exploded outward. It filled the room and knocked her over. An unearthly scream echoed through room before fading.

Anwen woke as John moved off the bed. He slid to the floor exhausted. He had no idea what just happened.

"Mum!" Trefor hopped off his bed and ran to his mother. She lay unmoving in the bathroom.

Torchwood Four; Dublin, Ireland

Nessa Dove sensed the thing moments before it slithered onto the bed between her and Trefor. She had no idea what it was or how to fight it. From what she knew of Trefor's Rift ability, it should have automatically destroyed the serpentine creature.

"Four!" Nessa yelled, scrambling out of bed.

The dresser detonated sending splinters of wood and destroyed clothes through the room. An odd energy tingled over her skin and the room blurred like a mirage. Flying wood bounced off of it.

The inky thing slid over Trefor's leg. The rubbish bin next to the bed exploded. A crunch and a hole formed in the wall above Trefor's head. Concentrated energy like a laser beam hit the entity. It screamed. Another crunch, hole and beam came from the ceiling. The creature disappeared. And the beams stopped.

The bedside table exploded, sending the lamp across the room. It hit a wall with a crack and fell to the floor.

"Trefor!" Nessa yelled.

He woke with a start. "Nessa?"

"An earthquake on Amsterdam island appears to have cracked the spaceship," Four said.

"Meaning?" Trefor looked confused eying the destruction.

"Something escaped."