Torchwood Three; Cardiff, Wales

Jack Harkness sat in the conference room reviewing information on a tablet from the data device John brought back. Dmitri Petrescu sat at the other end of the table. The infirmary wasn't an option and he wasn't interested in sitting in the garden.

"What is this?" Dmitri asked, looking at another tablet.

"A breech between universes caused by an alien quantum entanglement device detonating." Jack wasn't sure he understood. "The person who died in the explosion was from another universe. His and our universes collided and disrupted devices on either side of the barrier."

"Torchwood has gotten stranger." Dmitri's expression sad he had no idea what was just said. "Any way to contact your friend with the magical screwdriver."

Jack hoped he hadn't described The Doctor that way. "I said that?"

Dmitri nodded. "Now you had gotten into a drinking contest with Vlad and had enough Vodka in your system to kill a professional drinker twice your size."

Jack couldn't help but laugh.

The door opened and Gwen entered. Jack looked up as she made her way around the table and sat across from him.

Jack's humor faded. "How's the infirmary?"

Gwen shook her head. "Am I the only one having trouble with Ianto having a granddaughter?"

"Bree." The psychiatrist would be asking a lot of questions before to long. At some point, he would have to explain why he hired her.

"I have crazy to add." Gwen sighed.

"Should I leave?" Dmitri asked.

"No." Gwen hesitated. "I had another dream, Jack. I didn't mention it because I wasn't sure…"

Jack held out his hand across the table. "Tell me."

"It was in May. I dreamed of a really strange place. I was walking through this garden with bizarre animals and alien plants. A monkey was perched on my shoulder. There was this ridiculously overdone hunting lodge. Rhys was sitting at a table with a map talking about a barrier. The dream ended with Kylia telling me her grandpa was worried and purple mist surrounding her." Gwen set her hand on Jack's. "I talked to Nessa about Morpheus."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"A list of reasons. The man who died of the sand embolism was killed by Morpheus or a being like him. There are stories of him killing people in their sleep with sand."

Jack grabbed his mobile and selected Luc from his contacts.

"Sarkisian." He sounded tired.

"Have you found a hunting lodge in the Atmore Preserve?"

"There is a building at the center of the boundary. We don't know what it is. The drone was damaged by a possible attack. If it hadn't had a portal device, it would have crashed. We have reports of a plane crash around the time the preserve was restricted."

"I need the details."

"Aman will send them. Kailen and I are trying to figure out how to shield a new drone. General Williams is producing two more of the first drone designs."

"Do you have clear pictures of the area around the building? Or any of the animals?"

"Yeah. We have thousands of photographs."

"Any monkeys?"

"Monkeys?" Luc had no idea. "I will ask Eryn. She's organizing the pictures."

"I need clear pictures of the area around the building and any monkeys."

"Do I want to ask?" Luc sounded like he didn't want to know.

"No." The call ended.

"What does Rhys' disappearance have to do with Tasmania?" Gwen withdrew her hand and sat back.

"I don't know." If the problem in Tasmania was caused by a Rift in another universe, then the two versions of the Rift could be interacting. With the information John brought back, and the fulgurite situation, he suspected it was a lot more than two universes. Luc was having enough trouble with Tasmania. He wasn't ready for a multiple universe puzzle.

"There was more than one person in that dream with Rhys. I need to find photographs of the other missing people. If I recognized Kylia, I might recognize others."

"What condition is Kylia in?"

"She's not answering questions, Jack." Gwen shook her head. "She's a traumatized little girl. At some point, she is going to figure out he's not her grandfather."

"She should know that." Dmitri sounded like he was unsure if he should speak. "Ianto's what thirty? People are getting married and having children in their mid to late twenties now? That would mean her grandfather would be in his mid to late fifties. Possibly sixties. Unless he doesn't age like Jack, she shouldn't have recognized him."

"I'll have Anwen ask."


Anwen Williams returned to the infirmary after a quiet conversation with her mom. It wasn't surprising they had questions about Kylia. Until her mom commented on it, she hadn't wondered how Kylia recognized Ianto. Her life was so strange, John could return from the future with a child from a parallel universe and she didn't question it. She did question her reaction. Either she was connected to John again, although she couldn't see how, or it was a test run for a Carrie reenactment. Neither appealed.

Bree and Ianto were still across the room. She clearly remembered following Ianto around when he came back. He was scared and broken. She hadn't thought much about the fact that future Torchwood changed the future and brought him back from the dead. Her father's jealousy and later Uncle's Jack's happiness were more important to her. At some point, it occurred to her that she should look up PTSD. The information online explained everything except Ianto's ability to handle the job that caused the trauma. She could only guess that his way of coping, which appeared to be taking care of everyone, made it possible.

She sat on the floor between Kylia and Trefor. Her mom brought a bag of toys from Ianto's office. Trefor hadn't cared for the doll she talked Ianto into getting, but Kylia liked it. When Ianto was feeling better, Anwen figured she'd mention getting more dolls. There was a custom shop in town that could produce a baby doll with Kylia's skin tone and green eyes. Which reminded her of the conversation she'd had with Ianto. Maybe time changes would let her have kids someday.

"Is grandpa okay?" Kylia asked quietly.

"Yeah. He gets afraid sometimes."

Kylia nodded. "I do to. At the hospital, the doctors would whisper with my mom and dad. I was really sick. Mom told me I'd get better." She shook her head. "I knew I wouldn't."

When she introduced Kylia to Bree, the girl mentioned not liking doctors. Bree assumed that meant shots. She had to. "Your mom was right."

"I'm not suppose to talk about it."

"With strangers. We're family. Your grandpa and our uncle."

"That's weird. Grandma Lisa isn't here?"

"No. It's a really long story, but things are different here."

"Grandpa said they would be."

Anwen couldn't imagine. John would have an idea of what she was going through, but she couldn't see him consoling a six year-old. "It's important that we share information. If you got sick again, we'd need to know what was wrong."

Kylia shook her head. "I won't get sick again. I'm protected."

"By who?"

"This beautiful lady. She said she's connected to grandpa's ancestors. As long as I stay on the island, she'll protect me."

Anwen wanted to believe that was a little girl's fantasy. Ianto did a lot of searches for information about his family, mythology and history. Something happened last Halloween. She'd seen Ianto change his shirt once after Trefor dumped juice on him. He had two marks on his chest that looked somewhat like tattoos. He wouldn't talk about the marks, his teleporting cat or the owl feathers he kept that obviously worried him.

"Magic?" Trefor asked.

Kylia nodded. "We're witches."

Trefor looked at her. "Witches are real to?"