Psychic Refuge; Rural Kenya

John's call surprised her. Miriam Morgans assumed if he contacted her, it would be for a personal favor. She owed him for saving Thomas' life. He was a broken, recovering junkie futilely seeking redemption. The help finding the refuge had more to do with self-preservation than compassion. He was afraid of her. When he provided information for contacting Torchwood, she assumed he had selfish motivation. If she asked for his help, he would ask for more favors.

None of which explained Keara Montfort. There was nothing in it for him. Which left Miriam wondering if he knew Keara from the future also. Which offered a whole different set of possibilities. Including the minute chance he had altruistic motives making the arrangements. More likely, she'd missed something.

Waiting gave her to much time to think. When the flight finally landed, and the passengers headed for the luggage, she was relieved. She held a picture of Keara John sent. Another of his odd considerations. Even without it, Miriam would have recognized the nervous teenager. She looked lost and terrified.

She approached slowly. "Hi. I'm Miriam Morgans. We talked on the phone."

Keara nodded.

"We need to get going." A beat. "Are you afraid of me?"

Keara kept her eyes on the floor. "My friend Colin, before he died, told me about John."

Miriam could understand the confusion. "He's on a redemption kick. When he falls off the wagon, he'll be back to whatever he was doing before he sobered up." Although she wondered if that assessment was accurate. An easily manipulated psychic could be useful. The refuge founders readily accepted Keara because they said she was powerful. If John knew her from future, he knew that.

"Why are you helping me?"

"You didn't ask why he sent you here?"

Keara hesitated before lowering her voice. "John said there is a safe place for psychics."

"Its part of a private animal sanctuary. Its peaceful. Except for poachers. They volunteer for target practice."

"We're nowhere near Nigeria, right?"

"No." Miriam met Keara's eyes. "John mentioned Aman Oliveira. If he comes looking, he's a dead man."

Liverpool, England

Aman Oliveira arranged to meet with Maurice Bordeau. The ethically-challenged businessman enjoyed finding additional opportunities to make money. His loyalty to Moss-Probert was based entirely on how the employment arrangement benefited him. Which made the man useful for short-term information and a long-term liability.

"Why are we meeting here?" Bordeau asked.

The out-of-the-way area meant few people and easier controlled circumstances. "Necessity."

"Damn inconvenient."

Aman thought the same of the man's whining. "Did you bring the information?"

Bordeau removed an external hard drive from his pocket. "I can't decide if Liberty is playing two alien races against each other, or if she's done something much worse."

"Why?"

"She made conflicting agreements. Exclusive mining rights."

"In exchange for?"

"Military support and entry into the galactic community."

Either Moss-Probert's offenses were not as extensively documented in the future or something major changed their course. If Ms. Dowsett was seemingly acting against her own best interest, she might not be who she claimed to be. A war between two civilizations with more advanced technology wasn't beneficial for Earth. The device Jack described would be an impressive land mine against multiple military forces. He needed more information.

Oliveira handed over a pounch of diamonds.

Bordeau hesitated. "I asked her about the vault. She lied."

Even weasels could suprise him. If Dowsett knew what was in the vault, Aman suspected she was responsible for it being there.

Moss-Probert Office; Cardiff, Wales

Liberty Dowsett reviewed the situation. Defeating the 2049 version of Anwen Williams proved more complicated than expected. They were missing details. After extensive research, he people were confident they knew everything about the situation. Her assignment was long-term infiltration with the ultimate goal of preventing Williams from founding Torchwood Global. Everything should have gone as planned.

Torchwood 2049 failed to secure their details. Her people accessed them. Aman Oliveira accessed them. It looked like a judgement error at the time. An assumption she'd been reassessing for months.

She also suspected someone was actively manipulating everyone involved. The amount of knowledge and foresight suggested a powerful psychic. Torchwoods' most talented pre-cog died years before Williams implemented her plan. Even if Montfort's death was faked, there was nothing to indicate the woman was capable of wide scale temporal manipulation. The ideas was far-fetched, but there were too many coincidences and complications to dismiss.

Percy Heitt's clumsy attempt to abduct Anwen and Trefor Williams created unexpected problems. Heitt unleashed a creature that should have destroyed half the city. John Hart made introductory amends with Torchwood by helping Anwen figure out how to control her ability and take control of the Rift. While she could accept that Heitt was that stupid, the end result defied the odds.

The situation with Aman Oliveira was equally problematic. One of his brainwashed psychics suddenly broke free, escaped and undermined his organization in Great Britain. The man sounded unstable. Somehow after his death, Doyle managed to blow up three buildings and release a nonsensical manifesto to the media. Bordeau located a constable who had seen the man's flat. Doyle appeared to be a schizophrenic obsessed with Captain Harkness. Which fit the manifestos but nothing else.

It was the destruction of the first ship that convinced her there was someone manipulating everything from the shadows. There was no way ten year old Anwen Williams could destroy a ship that soon after learning about her ability. Not without help. Even if John Hart understood how the ability worked, and she doubted it, Anwen needed more experience manipulating the Rift. Which heavily suggested her ability was being modified or manipulated by an item or a person. John Hart and Aman Oliveira couldn't be the only people Williams sent back in time.

The question was how to find a psychic capable of incredible manipulation. There had to be a weakness. The answer was beyond her. She packed the information she knew and encoded it. She would send it back with the next ship.