"No one is staying in the car," Jack says, gritting his teeth as he looks in the backseat. Can't they work like a team sometimes? He gets that it's difficult, emotions are involved. People have strange relationships here. Maybe he should have a no-sex in the workplace policy-- But then no one would have an outlet. It's not like they can just go and talk to people about their jobs.

Torchwood is thankless.

Torchwood is dangerous.

And all they have is each other.

"Gag Doctor Suresh. No. Sedate him." Jack fills Sam in the rest of the way as they drive. It's over an hour outside of the city. No one needs to listen to him. He seems to be a conduit, more than Peter. But Peter seems to be more physically possessed. Hopefully he won't grab the wheel.

Sam is not pleased. "Well... Shit. What do you want me to-- No. Hunt'll never go for it and you know it."

"Sorry, Sam. Owen's going to have to put you under again for fifteen minutes. You have that long to convince him."

"You are mad, Harkness. Utterly mad!"

"I'm not the one living in a coma with angels!" Jack snaps. It's unlike him.