"Spell. Like all that witch and wizard stuff. People in this town are too weird." Owen sipped at his coffee and grimaced, wandering over to peer at some odd stacks of papers on the table, paperclipped and annotated in Ianto's perfect script. Bloody archivists and their habits...
He thought hard before answering Jack. Owen had tried to leave town once before, when he'd arrived, and the realization that he couldn't was not a pleasant one. "It's more like some weird glass bubble that you can't get through. So yeah. Invisible wall it is, I suppose." Pacing slowly, Owen considered taking a seat and then reconsidered, eying Tonks instead.
"Dropped here? Yeah, bit like that. Except I was a bit more alive than when I left..." For a moment, he caught Jack's eyes.