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Gwen Cooper (welshcurves) wrote in silverage,

Gwen was still holding on to some small hope that she'd be able to get back to her parents and Rhys. Deep down inside, she knew the likelihood of that was slim, but she would never give up all of her hope.

She adjusted her hat to block the sun out of her face more. "When I worked for Torchwood," she began, "we had some travelers from the 50s end up in 2009. They wanted us to send them back, but we couldn't. Unfortunately, the rift is unpredictable. We can't control it. If we were to send them back, we have no way of ensuring they get back to the right time or even on the same planet. Unless whatever is pulling us here is under someone's control and is entirely different than rift energy... I'm afraid there is no way back."

She swallowed hard, before shifting to open her purse. She withdrew a receipt from her shopping excursions and flipped it over, jotting down her name, address, and telephone number. "Jack, Ianto, and I have a flat. If you find anything out that you think might help us get home, please contact us." She held out the slip of paper. "Just stop by or call that number and ask for Gwen Co- Gwen Harkness."