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were_lemurGwen stumbles on something odd, even by Torchwood's standards.
"Calm down, Ma'am." Gwen heard Andy's voice as she came around the corner. She looked over his shoulder to see a woman curled up into a fetal huddle.
"What's the problem, Andy?"
"She claimed to be from 2154," he said, "before she collapsed into hysterics."
"Ma'am," Gwen said, and knelt down in front of her. She put a hand on the woman's shoulder, and noticed that the fabric of her shirt felt oddly slick.
"That's odd," Tosh said in her ear. "There's no rift activity in the area."
The woman's eyes opened. "It was the statue. The angel. It moved.
"Calm down, Ma'am." Gwen heard Andy's voice as she came around the corner. She looked over his shoulder to see a woman curled up into a fetal huddle.
"What's the problem, Andy?"
"She claimed to be from 2154," he said, "before she collapsed into hysterics."
"Ma'am," Gwen said, and knelt down in front of her. She put a hand on the woman's shoulder, and noticed that the fabric of her shirt felt oddly slick.
"That's odd," Tosh said in her ear. "There's no rift activity in the area."
The woman's eyes opened. "It was the statue. The angel. It moved.
