The silence stretched out as Prime Minister Green stared down at the notepad before him, lost in thought. Gwen asked Lois to look about the room and once they were alone, Green's mobile rang. He blinked and looked down at the display. It showed one word – Torchwood.

Sighing, he flipped it open and brought the phone to his ear. "What now?" He asked in a tired voice.

"Brian, I thought you'd be more enthusiastic," Jack said in a jovial tone. He was taking great pleasure in being able to watch the Prime Minister's reaction as the man recognized the sound of his voice.

"But…" Brian Green blinked in shock. He knew what he had seen. Jack Harkness had died in a blaze of personal glory inside Thames House. The fact that he was hearing the man's voice now was a total shock. "This is impossible."

"That's not a word in my vocabulary," Jack informed him. He grinned as he watched the Prime Minister's reaction. He did have to give Green points for a quick recovery, since the man responded faster than he had expected.

"Apparently so," Brian Green responded. "So you survived. One would have thought you'd have passed the count of nine by now," he said dryly. Jack chuckled in his ear.

"Oh, I'm way past nine," Jack told him. "Unfortunately for you." He heard another sigh in his ear from the Prime Minister and he grinned. Gwen was sitting off to one side watching the screen as Jack talked. "I just wanted to thank you personally for being so reasonable in our discussions," Jack went on, "and to let you know there are no hard feelings between us."

"Well, that is a relief," the Prime Minister stated. "That would have kept me sleepless at night to have thought that."

Jack laughed outright. "And I really wouldn't want that," he replied. "But we have a little unresolved issue." He watched at the Prime Minister frowned at his comment.

"I take it this is not over?" Green replied.

"There's still the issue of how you deal with this to the public," Jack said to him.

"You're expecting me to resign," Green said flatly.

"No," Jack informed him. "Better the devil I know, as the saying goes. No, but I want you to be careful with how you take credit for this. And I'd like to ask you to seriously consider how you can help those people whose lives you were planning on throwing to the dogs in the interest of expediency while saving your own." Green did not respond, only sat in the room, frozen in place with the mobile at his ear. "This is not a threat, but a bit of advice," Jack told him. "It may do wonders for your career."

"I'll be sure to keep that in mind," Green responded in an even tone.

"Good," Jack told him. "That's all I ask." He rung off before the Prime Minister could reply and he gently placed the mobile in his hand down on the desk. Silence descended upon the warehouse as they watched Lois stand up and leave the room.

Gwen typed a message of thanks and told Lois that she would be in touch. She told Lois to head home. A jerky nod was her response and Gwen watched as Lois left the building and grabbed a taxi. She wanted to make sure that there would be no reprisals for what she did. It seemed like the mantel of protection that Torchwood's association provided would allow her to leave without any further incident.

Ianto picked up Jack's mobile and dialed a number. Gwen looked at him curiously but Jack didn't seem surprised.

"Rhi?" He said in a low voice that didn't carry past the edge of the desk where Gwen was sitting. "It's me. It's over."

"Oh Ianto!" Rhi exclaimed. She had been sitting on the sofa with all of the children huddled close, scared that at any moment the military was going to bust their way in again. "Is it really over?"

"Yes," Ianto said. "You can relax." He could hear Johnny in the background saying something about gathering some bricks and Rhiannon telling him not to bother. It made him chuckle and he looked up to share an amused glance with Jack. "Listen, I have work to do, but I just wanted to let you know. I'll give you a ring once things calm down a bit."

"Come by when you can," Rhiannon said. "We have a conversation to finish." Ianto rolled his eyes and Jack raised an eyebrow.

"I told you everything already," Ianto protested. Gwen exchanged a glance with Rhys, who shrugged.

"But I still want to know about this man of yours," Rhi teased, releasing the tension from the last couple of days.

"Rhi, please," Ianto pleaded, desperate to get off the phone and end the conversation. "Not now. Look, I've got to go. Love you."

"Love you, hon," Rhiannon responded. He rang off a moment later and sighed. Jack chuckled and Ianto narrowed his eyes in annoyance. Then a moment later he grinned and held out the mobile to Jack. Jack looked down in surprise at the device thrust in his direction.

"Yeah?" Jack asked.

"You owe your daughter a call," Ianto informed him. Jack frowned. "I told her we'd get in touch once this was all over."

"Well, you call her," Jack said. He pushed Ianto's hand away. Ianto smiled and pushed it back in Jack's direction.

"She's not my daughter," he informed Jack. Jack opened his mouth and Ianto put up a hand to forestall him. "You owe her." He stared steadily at Jack who closed his mouth and sighed. Picking up the mobile, he stalked off in the other direction, away from the small group at the computers. Ianto watched him walk away with an unreadable expression on his face.

"That's going to be a fun conversation," Rhys observed. Ianto looked at him and nodded. Gwen just stared after Jack. When neither his wife nor her team mate spoke, Rhys filled in the silence. "So, we can go back to Cardiff?"

"Yeah, I suppose so," Ianto replied. His attention was still on Jack who was having a conversation on the mobile, but was too far away to hear. "We have one hell of a cleanup job to do."

"I know a good haulage firm where we might be able to get some cheap rates," Gwen said with a sideways glance towards her husband. He looked surprised for a moment before laughing. "I heard they've very good at security so people can't steal what you put in their lorries."

"Is that a fact?" Ianto asked and Gwen nodded. "Well, we better ring them up and see if they can help us out."

"I've got an in with the manager," Gwen said in a confiding tone and Ianto smiled. "I'll speak with him."

"Grand," Ianto replied. Rhys was still chuckling before he ended up glancing at Clem, who was staring blankly off into the darkness. "Gwen?"

"Yeah?" She asked. She was shutting down the computer feed from Lois and packing up the laptop.

"What about him?" Rhys asked with a jerk of his head in Clem's direction. Gwen looked at him and sighed.

"I'm not sure," she said. She left off what she was doing and moved over to the sofa where Clem was sitting. She frowned when she realized that he had bled at some point, her eyes taking in the streaks that had dried on his neck. She suppressed a shudder when she realized how he had suffered through all of this.

"Clem?" She asked. He just kept on staring and didn't respond to her until she touched him. He finally turned to look at her. "Hey."

"They're gone," he whispered, his eyes looking wild to her.

"Who?" She asked. Involuntarily, he looked upwards. "The aliens?" He nodded jerkily. "That's a good thing, right?" He nodded again and twitched all over as if shaking off some invisible fleas.

"I can't hear them anymore," Clem said. He sounded a little forlorn at the idea, but Gwen just felt a sense of relief.

"Clem, it's over. They won't bother you again," she said. He looked at her doubtfully and she smiled reassuringly at him. At least she hoped that they would never return. This time had been a traumatic enough experience for them all. "You're free of them. Free to start over again." He looked at her blankly. "Free to go home."

"I have no home," he stated. "Only my room at hospital." Gwen nodded.

"We'll find you a place," she assured him. She looked over at Ianto's direction. "Ianto, can we get him into one of the safe houses for now?"

"Yeah, we can," Ianto said. He logged into the appropriate service and started the paperwork, along with having some counseling planned to assist Clem in getting back into normal society. Rhys watched over his shoulder at Ianto efficiently set everything up. "Sorted. Fitzgerald House has an opening. I've put him there."

"Great, I'll take care of the rest," she said. She put a reassuring hand on Clem's arm and told him that they'd help him get settled. She looked up at Rhys and he nodded his agreement. Smiling, she stood and walked over to him. "You are gorgeous, you know that?"

"Me?" Rhys looked down at her in amusement. "I didn't do anything."

"Exactly," she told him and gave him a kiss. "And that's why I love you." She pulled his head down for another kiss. Ianto chuckled and Jack looked up from where he was walking, having hung up after speaking to his daughter. Gwen turned to look at him as he walked over. "Everything all right?"

"As right as it ever is," Jack said cryptically. He visibly shook himself and the pleasant façade that was the face he showed when he was bothered by something descended. "Let's pack up and go home."