A Return of Sorts
Owen drew his gun as his head started spinning.
He'd just been standing in the ruined streets of Cardiff when a flash of bright light took him off guard. Now he was standing in the streets of Cardiff but the empty shells of buildings were returned to their former glory. The dark-haired man was shocked even more to round the corner and find himself staring at a busy, populated street outside the Millennium Centre in Cardiff.
"Hell." Owen said to himself taking it all in and holstering his gun for fear of frightening the people. He stopped and took a few deep breaths to calm himself down. He didn't close his eyes though. The sight of people; the sight of Cardiff... it was all too much for him.
He knew what had happened of course. The Rift that had ripped Cardiff apart and left it a barren wasteland had gotten him. He was a veteran member of Torchwood Three before The Rift had ripped it apart. The remaining members of the team had started working towards a Torchwood Four not far from Cardiff. They were still monitoring The Rift as it spread out from the city. Increased activity had left Owen and his team worried and two of them had went back into the city no matter how dangerous it was. He hadn't managed to find his way out again though without falling into one of the many fissures of The Rift.