AN: I do not own Torchwood, Owen, Toshiko, or any of the other characters. They belong to Russell T Davies, and BBC 2. I do own the original characters and the plot. I make no profit from the writing of this story. It is for entertainment only. If I did own it, Owen and Tosh would both still be alive and dating each other.

Guiding Captain Jack Harkness

Jack, Gwen and Ianto were badly startled, as they jumped back from holding a dead Tosh. She was surrounded in a blinding golden and silver light. It was so bright, the three remaining Torchwood members were unable to see their recently deceased friend and team member.

As soon as the light had cleared less then a minute later, where Tosh had been sprawled, was empty. The only true indication that she had even been there in the first place, was the streaks and pools of blood from the gun shot wound in her mid section.

Gwen quickly wiped away her tears. She exclaimed "Jack, what the hell just happened, and where is Tosh's body been taken? I point blank refuse to allow her body to be violated. She doesn't deserve that, not even in death. She deserves to rest in peace."

Jack shook his head, he looked the gravest and most grief stricken the others had ever seen him before. He choked out "We need to figure out what has happened. Then we need to retrieve their bodies."

Ianto looked ill, as he asked "Do you mean one of us is going to have to go and retrieve Owens's body?" Gwen suddenly nodded and said vehemently "Of course. No matter what remains of his body, he deserves to have it retrieved. He was once one of us, our friend, team member and Doctor."

Jack nodded "I agree. We owe it to both Owen and Tosh to retrieve their bodies and place them to rest in peace. We're not placing them in the draws. They both deserve to have a headstone and a grave. And we'll see to it, that they get that."

Meanwhile back inside of the containment chamber. Owen stood in the centre of the room, defeated, but having accepted his fate. Knowing it would do no good to scream and protest the injustice of it all.

Just as the deadly white mist, the first of the radiative fuels started to fill the room, Owen braced himself for the horror of having to slowly watch himself decomposing. Luckily for Owen, he would never have to be subjected to that.

He covered his eyes, as he was suddenly surrounded in a golden and sliver light. Before he disappeared, he blacked out, and knew no more.

AN: Should I continue, it is up to you lot if I do or not.