“Yeah, apparently that happens a lot lately,” he commented. “I mean the rift taking people in and out.” He wasn’t sure what he should do with the kid now. He was ready to deal with any sorts of dangerous aliens in the best way he could (which was often, well, just killing them) but that boy didn’t seem dangerous. Just frightened. So John opted for doing what he usually did when he had a problem: pass it to another person. “Listen, I’m going to take you to Torchwood. And I’ll let Jack decide what to do with you.” He noticed then he was still holding the gun and took it back inside his jacket pocket. “Walk, now. You do some weird movement or start running again and I’ll shoot you before you have time to blink, understood?”