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Owen is supposed to be dead, twice over. More accurately, he's supposed to be trapped in a radiation-flooded nuclear facility, watching his own body decay.

The only explanation he can think of is that the Rift took him, and the only conclusion he can come to is that he was luckier than poor old John.

So he picks a direction, and starts walking.

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"Ya know I think that was the place." Pause. " A weevil nearly killed me."

Owen sits bolt upright at that, staring at her.

"You know about weevils?"

"Yep and they really hate me. I know about Torchwood. I used to to work with Jack."

"That's... not possible. I'd have heard your name if you'd ever been Torchwood."

"Parallel universe theory. Simple really. Though the crossing them I don't get. I think I used to know the answer but I don't now."

"All right, say I accept you're from a parallel universe Torchwood. You just happened to be the one to pick me up?"

He's just a little paranoid.

"The universe works in mysterious ways." She nodded wisely, she really is completely dippy.

"Ooh! Maybe because the other you saved me I had to pick up you!"

"Cross-universe karma?" He considers this, then shrugs. "S'pose there's no better explanation, unless this is a rather pointless trap."

"If I was some higher power I'd find it funny." She put her feet up on the dash and sunk lower into the seat. "We get to some sort of place where there might be anyone else, I say goodbye."

"Not a fan of other people?" he asks with a sidelong glance. "Deal."

"I lost my tag that says does not play nice with others. I think I left it with some of my mind."

"Ah, well. Not everybody asks for playing nice."

He grins and starts the car.

"What would you ask for then hmm?" She hasn't turned red at all.

That gets a regretful smile.

"Unfortunately, these days I'm too fragile for anything but nice. No healing, and all that."

"Sorry." Looking out the window is much better. "I wish I could help."

"Don't we all, sweetheart. But no one back in Cardiff could."

He's focused on driving.

"I could have helped though." That's what hurts. "I had nanogenes."

"Had?"

Yeah, he knows what nanogenes are.

"I had a ship too. Before this place."

"But what happened to it? Nanogenes don't just disappear."

"I know they don't... New York... maybe, if it followed me here. I think my vortex manipulators dying though so I'm not sure."

"But there's a chance?" He pauses, looking through the windscreen. "Right, Lyssa James... which way's New York?"

"Back the way I came." She pointed behind her. "I think."

"All right." He turns the car, carelessly because there's nothing to hit. "Up for a trip back?"

"Why not." Not as if she's doing anything else. "Wanna play twenty questions?"