(Owen glances at his watch on his wrist) it's about 3:15am right now. (He looks up at her) yes, it would be right now.
(Owen steps close to her, reaching next to her leg to pick up a small device)
This is the device to input the coordinates of where we think you are. While that reality is bleeding into ours, they're not lined up.
And that, over there, is the spot where whatever we grab will show up. It sort of rips a hole between the two worlds, pulling a small area through.
(On the other side of the room was a large stand and something that looked like a laser from a cheap horror science fiction film. They're in the basement of torchwood)