Author's Notes: I don't own Torchwood. BBC does.

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Finally, Gwen got back then almost immediately left to get Clem. Ianto was using his sister's computer, protecting it like it was glass vase. Every few seconds or so, Ianto would stare at the door like he could will Jack to return, making Owen glad that Diane was home and semi-safe.

"How are you managing with Tosh gone?" asked Rhys.

"Good until Jack said the gang's all here," said Owen. "I'm living with Diane and you don't forget and it never gets easier, but you continue. I lost my fiancee before I started Torchwood. I can go days, sometimes weeks, without thinking about Katie. It will get that way with Tosh."

"I shouldn't have said anything," said Rhys.

"You didn't say it. Jack did then Ianto repeated it," said Owen. "If we had her, we wouldn't be drifting around in the dark."

"She was amazing with computers, wasn't she?"

"She was amazing - full stop," said Owen. "And Tosh and I wasted all that time playing games. Ianto is right about having to make the most of it."

Rhys changed the subject. "You and Diane need to try out the contact lenses. It will give you a new perspective."

Owen looked at his hand. "I don't need a scratched eyeball. Thank you very much."

"Everything has risks. The children are being taken over by aliens." Rhys smiled then his smile grew bigger. "And Gwen and I are having a baby. A baby."

"I love seeing Diane come." Owen was beaming. "My first present to her was a vibrator." His first present after Jack put money into his reopened bank account, but Rhys would know that.

Rhys said, "With those lenses, she can see herself come. And you can look at yourself through her eyes. It is so hot."

Jack and Gwen hadn't got back when the children stopped again. This time they were pointing. Owen and Rhys were watching Ianto man the computer when Ianto said, "All the children in America are pointing east and all the children in Europe are point west."

"It's us," said Rhys. "They're pointing at us. They're pointing at Thames House."

"This is all kicking off now," said Ianto like it was a bloody football game. The world was ending, again. This wasn't a bloody sporting event. "Just when we need Jack."

Finally, Gwen got back with Clem, who was too busy eating hot dogs to notice anyone. After a number of hot dogs were in Clem's stomach, he stated, "He's queer. I can smell it."

Needless to say, Ianto wasn't happy about that remark.

Owen walked over to him. "What about me? What do you smell?"

Clem sniffed the air around Owen. "Nothing. Absolutely nothing." Then Clem raced into Gwen's arms and clung to her. "Ghost. Not real. A ghost."

Gwen said, "Owen isn't a ghost, but he is dead."

Clem looked at Owen, still clinging to Gwen. "You're dead?"

"I died and was brought back wrong," said Owen. "You can touch me. I'm as real as you are."

Clem, tentatively, touched Owen's black jacket. "Real."

"I don't decay, so I have no odour," explained Owen. "Jack suggested I use cologne and, with all the rushing about, I didn't use mouthwash this morning." Using either one would have given him a scent, but Owen hadn't used either. Not only was he invisible to heat sensors, he was invisible to guard dogs until he made a noise. "I didn't mean to frighten you."

Ianto, manning the computer, said, "No sign of her. Lenses inactive. Online. She's doing it."

Gwen got in front of the monitor. "Oh, good girl."

"I knew she would," said Rhys.

In the elevator, all they could see on the monitor was backs of heads. Lois would have to get somewhere where she could see faces and lips. Finally, they were in a room with a conference room facing a tank.

"Some sort of tank," explained Gwen. "There is something inside the smoke. Clem, come here. What do you think?

Clem was sniffing around. "Can't smell it from here. It that what tried to take me?"

"Yeah, think so," said Gwen.

Owen didn't care about all this protocol shit. His ears perked up when Ianto read Lois's shorthand saying, "We want your children. We will take your children."

"What the hell for?" asked Rhys.

Clem became agitated. "They want to take them like the they did before, like the man." Clem was sniffing around like a fucking bloodhound. "He's coming back. He's coming back." By now, Clem was pointing to the door and was beyond his normal level of distress and, with Clem, that was saying a lot.

"We want 10 percent of the children of this world," Ianto read off Lois's notepad as Clem chanted.

"He's coming, he's coming," over and over Clem chanted.

When Jack entered the warehouse, a pin could have dropped. Jack was wearing his great coat, looking every bit like Jack.

Clem said, "He hasn't changed. He's the same. All these years. How can he be the same?"

"What is he talking about, Jack?" asked Gwen.

"Clement MacDonald," said Jack. "Just another name. It was easier if you didn't know the names."

"You were there?" asked Gwen. "In 1965?"

"He was the man," said Clem.

"No," said Gwen. "No. This is what he does. He fights them. He fights aliens. Is that right, Jack?"

"No," said Jack in a small voice.

"Then what were you doing there?" asked Gwen.

"I gave them the kids," admitted Jack. "1965, I gave them 12 children."

"What for?" asked Gwen.

"As a gift," said Jack. Owen didn't buy that. There must have been more to it. A lot more to it if Frobisher wanted Jack and the others dead. What wasn't Jack saying? 456 were back and they wanted a lot more than 12 children. All of Jack's secrets needed to be exposed and soon.