Psychic Refuge; Rural Kenya

Keara Montfort felt lost long before she reached Kenya. A part of her wished she'd stayed in Nigeria. She doubted Colin was right about the Prophet. The situation in Cardiff and Great Britain was real. She knew that much for sure. But the Prophet wasn't a monster.

At sixteen years old, she was living a nightmare. She was being sold. It didn't take much to imagine what would happen afterwards. She'd heard other girls say virgins went for the most money. Varied cultural ideas on the benefit of raping the inexperienced. Then she'd seen him. A tall, powerful man, that everyone noticed.

He bought her, two younger girls and a guy in his twenties. She seen how the other buyers behaved. Something about the Prophet was different. He spoke softly, kept his hands to himself and guided them to a waiting vehicle. Despite being sold like a cow at auction, she felt safe with him.

Two years later, she fled the Fellowship with Colin and betrayed him. He'd saved her. He'd given her a home and a kind of family. A vision sent her with Colin. And she regreted it. An increasing dread had her thinking her actions would result in his death.

It was too late. There was nothing more she could do but follow the path she started. The Prophet often said it was important to do what was right no matter the consequences. Leaving with Colin hadn't been right. But contacting Torchwood was.

With tear stained eyes, Keara approached Thomas. She didn't know where Miriam was. The tall, Indian man turned to look at her. His hoodie and baggie clothes didn't completely hide his cybernetics. Her looked like a futuristic soldier from a movie.

"Its Thomas?"

"Yes, ma'am." His accent was obvious.

"I need to make a call." Tears were threatening again. She needed to keep herself together.

"Why?"

"I don't think you'll believe me."

"Ma'am, I have an alien metal exoskeleton." He smiled. "Try me."

"There is a ship approaching a rift in time and space above Cardiff. A person, a girl, is going to try and prevent it from getting through. Its prepared." The tears welled. "There is a device in Liverpool. This monstrous, evil thing." A beat. "When the ship forces its way through the Rift, the energy will cause the equivalent of an earthquake. Its going to get out. And kill us all."

Torchwood Three; Cardiff, Wales

Anwen felt confident leaving the conference room. She had a solution. It lasted until she approached the main floor.

Ianto was seated at a computer console. Jack walked up behind him and set a hand on his shoulder.

"We might be looking at this wrong," Ianto said. "Woodside wants confirmation from London. The computer glitch is listing Anwen as the head of Torchwood London. We need to recreate London." A beat. "We have an impressive mainframe in storage. One of the differences between the old hub and the new hub."

"If it became London, Anwen would have command access on a secured network and could remotely authorize me," Jack said.

"Woodside would receive a direct request from London with authorization." Ianto set his hand on Jack's. "You're distracting."

Anwen overheard the conversation and returned to the conference room and her corner. They didn't need her help. She felt stupid. Ten year-olds only helped in movies for kids. She should be playing with dolls and listening to silly music. Not involving herself. Uncle Jack, Ianto and her mom had been saving the world for a long time.

Sitting in the quiet, staring at the Kindle that didn't interest her, she suddenly understood what John was going through. He was only needed, and included, when there was no other option. Her usefulness was in the future. John's was in the past.

Moss-Probert Office

Liberty Dowsett sat in a dusty archive room reviewing paper files. She checked her watch: 4 PM. As she closed another manila folder, the lights went out. Annoyed, she reached for her phone. She had no bars underground. Instead she used it for an impromptu flashlight.

Halfway to the stairwell, she heard footsteps. The sound stopped when she did. The disguise affected her natural adaption to the dark. Then she smelled it. A familiar odor that made her heart race. John was not the only one of Anwen's minions to seek refuge in the past. She reached for her emergency button and something hit her back. Pain ripped through her as the disguise was removed. The attacker knew what she really was.

"Who found it?" Gwen asked. Andy Davidson still looked green.

"Alexis VanBramer, a secretary looking for Ms. Libery Dowsett." He hesitated. "She was incoherent when I arrived. The ambulance arrived a few minutes later."

"Did she say anything?"

"The clothing in or on whatever," Andy trailed off, "Is what Ms. Dowsett was wearing today." Andy put his hand to his mouth.

Gwen walked downstairs to join Jack. The smell was awful. Jack was crouched next to a pile of gray-green goo. Gwen stopped several feet away. "What is it?"

"An alien capable of assuming the shape of other creatures using technology that only works on them." Jack stood. "She, most likely, was attacked by someone who knew what she was. The attacker destabilized the human form."

Torchwood Three

Ianto sat at Jack's desk reading computer instructions for setting up the mainframe in storage. He wasn't confident he could manage it as he took notes.

The desk phone rang. "Hello."

"Uh. My name is Keara Montfort. I saw something." She hesitated. "I need to speak with someone. Does John work out of your office?"

"John who?" Although Ianto figured he already knew.

"Hart. John Hart."

"No. Can I help you with something?"

"I… uh…" Keara explained her vision.

Working for Torchwood had its moments. Psychics, aliens and clockwork monsters. "Do you have a number where we can reach you?"

"I… I can't."

"Can I ask how you know John Hart?"

She hesitated. "I was scared the Prophet would find me. Captain Hart helped me escape."

"Aman Oliveira?"

"Yes." The call ended.

Ianto called Jack on his mobile and quickly explained. "John remotely accessed Torchwood for information on a psychic refuge in Kenya."

"Stay with Anwen. If she senses anything, call immediately."

St. David's Dewi Sant Mall

After finding out John was in town to stay, Jack used the hub to track him, in case they needed to find him. The mall was unexpected. Shopping was possible.

"Disney?" Jack walked up next to John.

"Waiting for a friend. He works there."

"I need information."

John sighed, exasperated. "Try the Internet."

Jack explained Keara's prediction. "You told her you work for Torchwood?"

"No. I told Miriam Morgans that."

"Your duties include rescuing psychics?"

"Unusual circumstances."

"Is Keara reliable?"

"She will be. From what she told me when I knew her, something changed her past."

Jack explained about the alien remains.

"Not me."

"Oliveira?"

John shrugged. "He knows how."

"I need more information."

A man in his twenties stepped out of the store and hesitated before approaching.

"Ken, this is Jack. He's an associate."

Ken offered his hand. They shook. "You work in security?"

"Yeah."

"Is there a problem?" Ken asked.

"Work dispute. I don't want to consult."

Exasperated, Jack watched them walk away.

"Ex?" Ken asked.

He was to far away to hear John's response.