"If the universe is ending, what else is there but football. Or so he would say." Gwen thought back to Rhys and smiled. "I'd raise a toast to him if I had his lager in front of me. Lager and footie, that's all he wanted in life. And... to be a dad."

She watches him with the children and it makes her heart smile. One day her Jack is going to be a great father. And she can't wait to see it. He has so much love to give. They really do have him wrapped around their fingers and they know it too. From the way Anwen is giggling up at him, Gwen knows that she knows it.

Gwen isn't too concerned with when they get Rhys home, just as long as they get him home sometime. She knows that the universe is what is important right now. And the Doctor can travel though time as well as space, so that part doesn't worry her. She'll do what she must, put on her Torchwood face and save the world. The rest can come later. That's what Torchwood does. She loves her job and she knows the importance of it.

"It's more her color than yours," Gwen teases. It feels good to laugh and tease. Rhys would want her to move on and live again. Okay, maybe he wouldn't be too fond of her doing it with the Jack's, but there is nowhere else she would rather be.