All night he had been listening to the small radio in his hands.

The voices were almost too faint to hear, so he pressed it against his ear.

He retracted his legs to let pass the many busy people trying to catch their trains or whatever their destination or transportation might be.

This all happened not so long ago, just when the fire of the church had died down and its only survivor had been transported away.

Something was going on, and Mickey knew it.

He sat there on the ground inside Cardiff Grand Central Station for some time now, realizing his one ticket back to London cost a little too much for him.

If only he hadn't bought those chips before, then he could've probably made it on board.

But to go where?

The small radio within his hands started talking, voices were speaking of something horrible.

A girl and a body, coming from a fire.

If it hadn't been for her name he probably would've never got off that floor, not until the guards would show up and kindly ask him to leave.

They hadn't noticed him yet as he sat there in a dark corner at this late hour.

With his rough appearance, beard and gloves he frightened away some of the people that passed him by, but he ignored him as he focused on the words coming from the radio.

More than an hour later

There were no squealing tires when the black Torchwood SUV came roaring down the streets of Cardiff. The driver was bold, but professional in such a way that he manoeuvred perfectly through the obstacles in his path.

Its black tired sliced through deep puddles of water in the heavy haze of rain.

Jack squinted his eyes to see clearly into the dark night.

They could see their destination in the street ahead: a big, blue building of armoured glass in the dark with a few lights still on at this indecent hour.

Rhys gazed outside at the city at night, but saw nothing but houses and cars whizzing past until the SUV suddenly slowed down.

There was a figure standing in the streets, waving his hands about frantically as a sign for them to slow down.

He stood in the middle of the street in front of the police station in the pouring rain, but they couldn't see his face.

"Jack!" Mickey yelled.

Gwen looked at Jack's hands which she imagined to be gripping the steering wheel by now, seeing Mickey again, but they didn't.

Calmly Jack put the SUV on handbrake, released his seat belt and stepped outside.

Rhys merely followed their example when the others did the same.

Mickey was surprised to see Rhys with the team, but he quickly shrugged it off and focused on the job at hand.

"They've taken her!" Mickey cried through the pouring rain.

"Who did?" Jack shouted back.

Gwen grabbed his arm and signed Mickey to follow them inside the police station.

Ianto did the same to Rhys, signalling him to return back inside the car.

Rhys watched his wife follow Jack and Mickey inside, before he swallowed and did as Ianto asked.

Dripping water on to the neatly tiled white floor, they stood there by the entrance in bright light and stared at by many a police-officer still present this time of night.

"This'd better be good," Jack said to Mickey.

"I'm here to help!" Mickey replied anxiously and Jack waited. "It's about Abigail. She left."

"Left?"

"Not so much left as taken away." Mickey added.

Gwen immediately approached the police desk manned by a spirited police-woman who folded her fingers enthusiastically upon seeing Gwen.

"I'm with Torchwood," Gwen asked and Jack and Mickey joined her side. "Has Abigail Williams been released?"

"Miss Abigial Williams walked out that door some ten minutes ago," the police-woman answered.

Gwen briefly glanced at Jack before adding:

"Do you know who picked her up? Friends, family…?"

"You're too late, Jack." A voice suddenly said and they turned to see DCI Valerie Seasons walking out of the elevator and towards the desk. "She's gone."

The police-woman backed away in her office-chair and pretended to be working on something else.

"Why release her?" Jack spoke, after glancing at Mickey who coolly gazed away at the detective chief inspector. "You don't just release your key witness. Your only witness!"

"I know now she wasn't going to tell us anything," Valerie said. "No matter what we would do. We can't help her, can we?"

Jack paused and took a deep breath.

"No." he finally said.

"I thought as much." Valerie said. "Is there anything I need to know before my city suffers another bomb strike?"

"Your city?" Jack asked.

Mickey nervously glanced at Jack, knowing that they could be losing valuable time.

"My city." Valerie said and smiled. "If I ask you what's going on, Jack, would you tell me?"

Jack smiled.

"If I answered you, would you believe me?" Jack replied and she chuckled and looked down.

"Where's Abigail Williams?"

Valerie looked up again and gazed into his eyes.

"You really are a mystery, Jack Harkness." she said.

She gazed into his eyes, before gazing at the people beside him as she reached across the desk to grab a folder, from which she took out a form and she handed it to Jack.

"She could be miles away by now," Valerie said as Jack looked at the form. "The man who picked her up called himself a friend of the family. It all checked out so I had to let her go."

"What was his name?" Gwen asked as Jack handed the form to Mickey, who looked down to read it.

"He called himself Mr. Crane."


Finally the truck stopped moving. They probably reached a red light or something that they had to stop. It wouldn't be long until the light would turn green.

There in the dark in front of Abigail sat an elderly man in an overcoat, wearing leather gloves and a pair of sleek silver rimmed glasses.

Two bulky thugs in black, woollen jumpers sat on either side of him, looking down on Abigail with a strange, restrained curiosity.

"Where are you taking me?" Abigail asked.

The elderly man smiled.

"Don't worry about it, love." he said to her, as the truck started to move again. "You're in safe hands now. Your uncle's been worried sick about you."