We interrupt this program- It's a brand new day in Cardiff. Disregarding Ianto's dire warnings not to mess with the rift, Owen cranked up the Tower of Power rift manipulator and opened a crack large enough for Jack and Tosh to fall through, allowing them to return to their piano bars and astrophysics chat rooms, respectively.

Gwen is enjoying a return to normalcy, such as it is. Granted, she had to slip a little Retcon in Rhys' cocktail to get their relationship back on track, but hey, a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do to put the slap and tickle back into their lives.

Gwen's giddy morning reverie is cut short when Jack calls to tell her to turn on the news. The Beeb is reporting space ships over the Taj Mahal, and Mongolian soldiers are trying to take over London, one library at a time.

The public has already begun to freak out with predictions of the End of Days, hoax theories and the coming apocalypse. It's all hands on deck at Torchwood and Gwen rushes to the office, leaving Rhys at home to work on his jelly butt and lock the doors.

Nice going, Owen- Ianto is reciting passages from the Bible. Wow, how bad are things?

Actually, Ianto's trying to show there are clues in the Book of Daniel. Reading in his best biblical voice: "And I heard, but did not understand. And I said, 'Master, what is the end of all these things?' And he said, 'Go, Daniel. For the things are closed up and sealed until the end of time.'"

Is it really the end of the world? Guess I don't have to worry about returning my Netflix movies now.

Owen briefly notes the jar that holds Jack's pet hand is on the blink and then goes back to mocking Ianto. Undeterred, Ianto moves on to enlightening the gang about the creature Abaddon, the Great Devourer. Abaddon is the biblical angel of death and the CEO and President of all the demons.

Jack: Yeah, thanks Ianto. I can do without the superstition. You people love any story that denies the randomness of existence.
Ianto: Thanks, that makes me feel a lot better.

Jack ignores Ianto's old wives tales and complains every government agency this side of the Milky Way has been calling to ask if Torchwood had anything to do with the recent mayhem. Yeah, probably. But if there are Woolly Mammoths in Times Square, that's probably not them — blame Julie Taymor.

Tosh ignores Ianto, too, and shares the results of latest temporal data mining program. Tosh has more programs running than NASA. Her results are alarming: there are temporal disturbances and they all lead back to Torchwood, Cardiff Branch. Jack is not a happy boss.

Jack explains: "The cracks in time trace back here to the rift. This city, this hub, is the center. What you're seeing around the world are ripples and aftershocks." He turns to look right at Owen and says, "The rift is splintering because of you." Nice going, Cornelius.