Aliens. When he'd said it was a mascot he was thinking a dalmatian or a... a cat. But an Alien? Robert let out a breath, rubbing his eyes as he was led back from the cell to a stool that was waiting. He saw the doctor standing there with an understanding smile and he nodded gratefully.
He sat down.
Aliens... the word echoed in his head.
"Aliens?" As much as the thought didn't seem to fit in with his view on reality, neither did the fact that he'd been somehow flung into the future without a say in the matter. And if a man could travel through time... He took a breath and pursed his lips together for a moment in thought before repeating, "Aliens..." It sounded now like he was processing the idea. "Well we've certainly come a long way from the pulp magazines haven't we..." One of his POWs used to have the Science Fiction magazines sent to him in his Red Cross packages... "So... Torchwood. Not your normal military group. And this Rift, it does things like bring men out of time and... Aliens?" Again it was a question. But Hogan was a man of quick schooling. He'd be on his feet soon. This was just a BIG thing to take in.