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What the bloody hell is going on?!

[Jo]

There are things in the streets, killing people. The ones that go down get right back up as one of those things...

I'm going to try and come home. I might have to bring Krissy and Meredith with me. I can't just leave them behind.

[Krissy]

Make sure all the doors are secure, and get in the back where the emergency exit it.

[Meredith]

Can you handle a gun? I'm moving everyone, including the patients to the back. We're going to get out of here before we box ourselves in. There's my SUV out back. We'll all fit in there.

Bloody Jack Harkness isn't here, and Torchwood is on lockdown! We can all hunker down at my house.

Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Harvelle. You're going to have a grand daughter.

[Jo]

I can't believe it's a girl. A baby girl. I'm really going to be a dad.

Mr. Shinra.

I've been working non-stop on this infection/virus/disease. Whatever you'd like to call it. And so far, it seems impossibly resistant. I'm not sure what more I can do.

Perhaps you can come and have a look since you're more familiar with it. Everything I've tried, even radiation, hasn't done much.

Those shapeshifters face doubles of mine still around?

[Jo & Owen]
D'you two need anything for when the baby's born?

[Ellen]
I miss the Roadhouse. Is it safe to assume there's nothin' around here we can do like that? Any bars for sale?

[John & Mary]
How're you two doin'?

I'm going to die here soon from boredom.

Could I come and get something decently strong for a headache? Without being seen, preferably.

[Private to Owen]
Okay. First, I would like to say I'm not dead. Not very talkative, but not dead. I'm sorry. It's just there were skills labs at the hospital and there were some surgeries I've never seen before. I wanted to see them. So sorry.

[Private to Rocco]
How's your head?

-thing seems to be preventing the spread of this through the blood. I don't understand it.

Maybe I'm going about it the wrong way... Maybe I've just been working on this for too long, and I need to step away and sleep. Sleep might be nice. I miss when I didn't have to sleep...

Oh, Owen, you're talking to yourself again...

Happy Father's Day, Mr. Harvelle.

[Owen]
Happy Father's Day.

Come downstairs, I fixed you breakfast.


[Dad]
Happy Father's Day, dad!

I'm taking you out to dinner tonight. Just me and you.

I have a question, particularly for scientists or medical practitioners. I have a friend who is suffering from what is perhaps best described as a kind of autoimmune disease. His body is essentially attacking itself, after undergoing an experimental medical procedure, and it has the potential to become quite debilitating, even life-threatening. I suffered from a similar condition, after I was inadvertently infected with similar alien cells, and though I was healed, the means through which I was healed do not seem to exist in this world.

I promised him that I would find an alternative treatment, at any cost. Is there anyone who might be able to help point me in the right direction?

This whole not remembering anything is getting really old really fast.

I've seen over sixty patients with reported cases of amnesia. All I can do is tell them to go home and look for things that could remind them of anything. I've done blood tests, nothing came up. I've looked at bloody photos and managed to remind myself of who I am, slightly.

But what I don't understand is what caused this? There's nothing in the blood. And I'm pretty sure it wasn't alien.

Is there still anyone who doesn't remember anything?

[Ellie]

Are you alright, sweetie? Do you remember me?

I don't feel so good...and I'm kind of freaking out.

Okay, so nobody knows who they are, but I have a name tag. So, I think I win.

I'm Owen Harper, apparently, a doctor. And I own a clinic. This makes sense.

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Hey, sweetie.

It's not too busy here today, would you like to come in and let me have a look? Just to make sure everything is doing well?

Are you feeling any better today?

Well enough to stop by for a check up?

[Meredith]
Someone's been injured. Jack said murdered, but I don't know. I'm headed to Torchwood right now, I might need your backup. I know it's supposed to be my day off, but you know how these types of things work.

[Jo]
I know it's supposed to be my day off, but someone's been injured at Torchwood. I have to go.

Everyone, we have a red alert. Red alert. I repeat. Everyone report to your stations immediantly! Vincent, I need a perimeter!

[Owen]
There's been a murder. I need you, now.

Hello, Krissy.

I'm doctor Owen Harper, from the local clinic. I heard you were looking for work?