She'd been sent home again. Home sounded good. She wanted to get back to Rhys, tuck into his arms and sleep for a while. Or at least close her eyes and know that she'd be safe to do so for a while.
But then she realized that she needed a statement, something broadscale and bland enough to feed to the people who'd ask questions. Like, oh, Andy, and she turned back. She could have called, of course, but there was no point since she was here. Just a quick pop back through the doorway...
...and into a hotel corridor.
Gwen paused, then sighed, shoulders dropping, hands hanging heavy. "Not this again."
Now it was even more important to find Jack. One of the Jacks. A Jack who remembered her and knew where she'd been.
The moment she saw him, she said, "John Hart", and waited to see whether he flinched or not.