It was a good way and he never trusted anything in a bottle. He looks at Liz and he teases her about the extra underwear. "You never know with that one. We could just be here to enjoy the fact a German bomb might fall on us during a hot night of sex or he's going to drag us somewhere else."

"I'm stable!" Owen then blows the limp and he's limping on the wrong leg. He's doing this to be a total idiot. "Okay, I've got a limp in both legs." He now wobbles to the car. "I don't know. It's sorta cool idea and we don't have Torchwood getting in the way." This time he doesn't seem like he's kidding. "I saw a church not far from here and it looked alright."

He turns the key and he begins to drive up the snow covered road. "I don't know but I can try right? Maybe we can hide the car somewhere safe and fly it back to Los Angeles."