Owen stood at the door, waiting. He had found the address, finally, after getting lost a bit. He had the crutches under his arm and his medical bag over his shoulder. He didn't know what he was walking in on. He had no clue, really. He just hoped that he could help.
Jack would be proud of him, right? For offering to help someone that he didn't know. For trying to break out of the Torchwood mold and try to meet people other than the ones he already knew. So he waited.