Owen’s Apartment of Impending Insanity. He doesn’t appear to own any real furniture. It’s this huge, open, empty apartment with one wall all of windows and a beige carpet. There’s a TV and a chair and nothing else, except Lizzie’s files and papers which are scattered all over the floor. There’s one light on in the whole place, casting this weird sort of spotlight which Owen sits in the middle of, shuffling papers. This is bad. What Gwen saw in the device was sad, but her person turned out to be okay after all. Owen witnessed, and basically shared in, a woman being raped and murdered. In effect, emotionally, Owen was just raped and murdered. But the thing is, the other Torchies (minus Gwen) have never used the TotW, so they don’t really get that he was involved so intimately in the whole thing, and Gwen, who gets it, and is moreover the empathetic one, can’t stand Owen period. Plus she’s all distracted by Sexy Jack. So there you go. Sucks to be Owen right now. He flops into his one chair and looks at the police reports. Morgan, Edwin was “released without charge, no further questioning.” Owen gets out the phone book and rips out the page with the Morgans on it. Then he finishes off a really big bottle of what looks like Jack. Oh, this is very bad.

The next morning. Owen hasn’t slept. He’s sitting in his car (not the Torchie BBSUV) and has crossed a number of Morgans off his list, which has scribbles and notes all over it. He reads the next name, and reaches in his glove compartment for a stack of fake IDs. He selects one that says “Gas Supply Service” and knocks on the door. He’s all twitchy and hyper, peering in the windows and the mail slot. Finally a middle-aged guy with a paunch and Buddy Holly glasses opens the door. He’s smoking a cigarette. It’s the same Ed Morgan. A very very creepy look comes over Owen’s face. “Mister Morgan,” he hisses spookily, and the dude should really just slam the door shut right now.

Owen has claimed there’s some kind of gas leak nearby and that he needs to look around the house. Mister Morgan is all upset about it because there’s no smell of gas in the house, and he follows Owen around complaining. Owen asks in that hissy Dracula voice if they can go in the living room. They sit down and Morgan is still blabbering away. “What’s your name?” he asks at the end of his little spiel about his annoying neighbors. Owen ignores him and continues to stare. He suddenly lurches forward and asks how long Morgan’s been living here, and does he remember all his neighbors, like, oh you know, the people on Hatford Street? Like Mabel Lewis? Morgan starts twitching nervously and draws his hands into his lap. Owen tells him that Mabel Lewis had to move away because she couldn’t bear living in the house anymore, because of the memories. “Her daughter,” he explains nastily, “her only child, was murdered. Lit-le Liz-zie Lew-is,” he sing-songs. Morgan is squirming. Owen’s voice drops to a whisper and he starts quoting Lizzie’s final words to him, pointing out details like her coat, the fact that it was raining that night, etc, and Morgan is totally freaking out. “I know what happened,” Owen hisses at him, “I know what you did, Ed Morgan.” Suddenly Morgan snaps and starts screaming “GET OUT! GET OUT!” Owen calmly gets up and starts walking to the door. “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE! OUT!” Owen is thrown out on the stoop, dogs outside barking, the mailman staring at him. He’s hyperventilating again, and the camera is all wobbly.

Owen gathers himself and walks toward his car when he passes a kid in a hoodie, smoking a cigarette. He stops when he recognizes the face. “Bernie Harris,” he snarls, and the kid takes off, Owen tearing after him. Running running running. Owen is after him like the freaking Terminator. The Torchies must work out or something, because they’re very good at the whole running thing. Through backyards, over fences, through football games … Finally he corners Bernie in a backyard. “Bernie Harris,” he says again. “Who?” “That wasn’t a question!” Bernie begs Owen not to hurt him, and he says “I’m not gonna hurt ya. I’m gonna bloody kill ya!” Owen, that’s called anger transference. It’s really not healthy. Maybe you should go lie down for awhile or something …

Apparently by “kill you,” Owen meant “take you to a bar,” because that’s where he and Bernie are now. “So why do they call you Bernie?” he asks him. “Burned my neighbors shed down!” Oh, “burnie”. How clever. Jack and the other Torchies come in. They surround Bernie and present him with the TotW. He looks guilty, but starts blabbing. He and a friend found the thing in some old man’s storage unit (I think – he calls it a lock-up) and they stole a bunch of stuff, mostly weird rocks and coins,  thinking it could be worth something if they pawned it. “It makes you see things,” he whispers, “Real things. Real people.” He says he saw a woman putting her dead baby in the river, then found the woman, who lives in Splott, and she gave him money to keep it a secret. “You blackmailed her?” sneers Owen, like he’s so much better, and Bernie insists that she offered, it wasn’t his idea. He then starts telling the story about Lizzie but Owen interrupts, saying “I know. I saw it.” Something in his voice makes Gwen finally look at him funny. They realize Bernie can’t tell them anything useful, take the TotW, and start to leave. “Oh, so you don’t want the other half, then?” Bernie calls after them.

In Bernie’s apartment, they go through the junk he found – it’s all alien stuff, “driftwood washing in through the rift,” Jack explains. And the other half of the TotW. Owen holds up a can of baked beans for Tosh to see and looks all excited. I dunno. Kid’s not quite right in the head. Tosh manages to click the two pieces together, and the TotW is complete! They grab the coins and rocks and stuff too, for good measure, and start to leave. Bernie asks if he’s going to be arrested. Jack replies that they’re not the police, so no. “But I robbed that!” Why do people always insist on trying to get themselves in trouble? If someone told me I wasn’t getting arrested for robbing someone I’d be like, “sweet, off you go then!” Jack replies that he knows. “And now you’re gonna rob it offa me?” Jack thinks it over. “So call the police!” He grins and leaves. “Don’t go!” Bernie yells after them. He explains to Gwen that he saw himself, using the TotW, and that he’s going to die, soon. “I’m just lying there, bleeding, and then I die,” he says, “Just like I am now – not old.” He asks her, pathetically, if he’s going to die before his 20th birthday, this July. Jack yells for Gwen to come on, but she tells Bernie she’ll go check and be right back.

Gwen follows the Torchies, who are headed for the car. “Jack?” she yells, “Jack, I need to speak to you…” just then the (complete) TotW starts going batshit. She looks down in surprise and pushes the button. “GWEN!!!” Jack bellows in slow-mo “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO…..” Gwen looks around. It’s dark. “Hello?” Another Gwen steps towards her, holding a knife in her bloody hands. Other Gwen is crying. “Help me, please,” she begs Gwen, “I was too late. I couldn’t stop it …” “Stop what?” “He’s dead!” gasps Other Gwen, “Owen had a knife … He wanted to kill him! Oh, God, I couldn’t stop it. Help me!” Other Gwen sobs as the world slowly slides back to the present. Jack is scolding her for messing around with the TotW when they don’t know what the other half makes it do, but she’s just staring fixedly at Owen, who stares back.

Later, at HQ, Gwen has told Jack everything she saw. “Bernie said he saw himself dead in that street,” Jack mutters, “and you saw Owen with the knife …” Owen, by the way, is visible through Jack’s office window, measuring out something, but it seems he can’t hear them. Jack assures her that it’s only one of many possible futures, and that there’s no guarantee it will happen. Oh, I get it. One half shows the past and the other one shows the future. Gwen asks if they can do anything to find out what will really happen (I suggest waiting), and says “I wish we’d never found it. Poor Bernie, seeing himself dead.” They’re not sure what to do about this mess. In the background, Owen screws around at his desk and chews innocently on a pen.

Back at his house, Ed Morgan picks up the phone and starts dialing (it’s a rotary phone. Seriously, has no-one in Wales bought anything new since 1960?), then gives up and hangs up. He looks sad. In a club somewhere, Tosh is telling Owen that she found Ed Morgan on the computer for him. He replies that he found him too – in the phone book. He tells her that he visited Morgan and “put the fear of God into him.” Tosh gives this little nod like “oh. That’s, um … nice … I’ma go call the cops.” She tells him that according to Morgan’s medical records, he’s “claustrophobic (I think she means agoraphobic), paranoid, depressed,” and that he hasn’t left his house in years (see? Agoraphobia.) and has tried to kill himself a few times. She warns him that Jack’s going to be pissed, and he tells her not to let Jack find out. In Splott, Morgan is crying a little, looking at the clock and trying to force himself to pick up the phone again. Finally, he starts dialing, and a phone rings in … Bernie’s flat!

Owen tells Tosh that he thinks Morgan though Owen was trying to blackmail him, since he said “you’ll get nothing from me,” and that he also said “I’ve told you before.” Owen’s eyes widen in horror. We cut to a picture of Bernie in Torchwood HQ, and Jack taking it down from the board. Back in Splott, Gwen is paying a visit to Bernie, who has locked himself into his flat and is getting more and more twitchy and paranoid. She tries to reassure him that what he saw in the TotW isn’t necessarily going to happen, but he’s having none of it. Her cell rings, and it’s Jack, calling from HQ. A twitchy and guilty-looking Owen slinks off behind him. Apparently he admitted his little visit to Jack and also told him that Bernie had been to visit Morgan first. Jack says he and Owen will be right over to ask Bernie some questions, and to keep Bernie there in case he tries to run. Tosh will be watching the cameras.

ZZZZZZOOOOM! Driving! Like! Maniacs! Gwen accuses Bernie of the blackmail, which is idiotic because now he’s going to try to run. Tosh pulls up Morgan’s medical records again and reads, “Suffering paranoid delusions, violent fantasies. Diagnosed severe depression, agoraphobic.” Ha! I was right. I know my phobias. The records say he was put on medication and released. She looks up to see a figure on one of the camera feeds. “No!” she gasps, “I don’t believe this!” She calls Jack and Owen to tell them to hurry because Morgan is heading for Bernie’s place. Bernie of course sees him coming and bails. Gwen chases him.

“I knew you’d find me in the end. I knew you’d come for me. I been waiting yeeeears!” crazy old Morgan is threatening Bernie at knifepoint, out in the road. He looks around in sudden astonishment. “I haven’t been outside in so long!” Gwen tries to reason with him, but he snaps at her, calling her a bitch and saying everyone tries to make him the bad guy. “I wasted my life for you!” he tells Gwen. Yeah, Morgan is not right in the head. Behind him, Jack and Owen slowly creep up as he continues ranting. They grab him by the arms and Owen gets the knife away from him. Aaaaand now Owen has the knife. I told you guys to hug him when you could, but no-one would listen, would they? “Edwin!” he calls in a conspiratorial whisper, “I’ve got the knife…” He holds the blade to Morgan’s throat, just the way Morgan did to Lizzie. He claims that Morgan was going after Gwen the same way he went after Lizzie. Gwen freaks out and flashes back to other Gwen, holding the knife and saying “he wanted to kill him.” This pretty much guarantees that Owen won’t be stabbing anybody, by the way. Notice the vague pronouns there. We’ve got four males in this scene who could fill either of those ‘he’s. Jack is screaming at Owen, trying to get him away, but can’t actually do anything unless he wants to release Morgan’s arms. Owen is getting crazier by the second. Damn, why do I always have crushes on psychopathic maniacs? That’s not okay. I didn’t even know he was crazy in episode one.

“What if I didn’t stop? Would I be sorry? I don’t know.” With a visible effort, he forces himself to pull the knife away and hands it back to Gwen, still staring into Morgan’s eyes. Gwen takes it nervously. Told you. “It didn’t happen!” says Gwen happily, thereby guaranteeing that it will in fact happen, “We stopped it, we got here in time!” Morgan lurches forward unsteadily, his arms out to Gwen. “I knew you’d come for me!” he yells, and impales himself on the knife. Gwen is horrified. Also? That knife is like two inches long. Morgan is very fat. I do not think that would be getting anywhere near any vitals, but he keels over anyway, and Doctor Harper dives to the rescue. Morgan is dead, though. “Help me,” Gwen whispers to him, “I was so close – I couldn’t stop it.” This is her spiel from the little flash-forward before, by the way. She holds up her bloodied hands, and we pan away. Then Bernie gets hit by a car. No he doesn’t. Actually I have no idea what happens to Bernie, although I was kind of hoping Owen would run him over on the way in, because maybe it would teach him to drive the freaking speed limit once in awhile.

Breadquarters. Gwen is crying and wrapped in a blanket. Tosh is trying to console her (from several feet away. Seriously, where is the love?) by saying that it wasn’t her fault, and Morgan was trying to kill himself. Owen very unhelpfully adds, “I screwed up. I know I did. But I didn’t kill him.” Good to have you back, asshole! Jack is glaring at the TotW, saying that it’s impossible to sit by and do nothing once you’ve seen what the future could be, that you have to try and act, to stop it, even if you know it’s hopeless. It doesn’t sound like he’s talking about Gwen. The sign behind him, by the way, reads “coughs and sneezes spread diseases.” Ha! He hands off the TotW to Ianto to lock up securely, because otherwise this show will become the Dead Zone or, even worse, Tru Calling, and no-one wants that.

Outside, Jack continues to try to reassure Gwen that she isn’t responsible for Morgan’s death. “Look, the sun’s coming up!” He’s kind of weirdly chipper, considering this was kind of a downer of an episode. Gwen tells him the city is full of ghosts, and he replies that there are always ghosts, all around us, but we just have to learn to live with it. Oooookay. Confusing. He puts his arm around her. Fade to black.

Next Time! Cybermen! Fistfights! Ianto being held at gunpoint by Jack!