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It could be just a big joke for them.

Yes, because my shift in Wastelands Hospital in Brooklyn was a total nightmare.

The entire hospital system is over loaded.

[She's still on duty and nothing more than a cup of coffee in her hand to keep her awake. There's no beds left in the Brownsville hospital. Death simply isn't happening here.]

It's going to get worse as the days and for all we know months go on.

[Chris sighs as he leans against the coffee machine, glancing around at everyone before looking back at her]

It simply can't keep going. The world can barely sustain us as it is. Let alone people who are in pain. Did you see the guy with his face burnt down to the skull?

[She puts the take away coffee cup to her lips and she listens to him. She knows all of this stuff already and she's seen far worse than a guy with a burnt face.]

I seen him, yes.

[She tells him a bit dead panned. It's not kind to talk about the suffering in such a manner.]

You seem to know quite a bit than the average person. Why don't I get you a cup of coffee and if you know something -- you should talk.

Your bribing me with coffee?

[He might as well do that trick he saw when him and Jack sneaked into the hospital before]

Owen Harper. FBI. [He said with as he held his hand out with a small smile]

It's the best bribe there is. I was thinking something else besides the sludge the hospital makes.

[She throws the lousy coffee off in the trash and she takes the hand. She knows the trick and the name.]

Dr. Luz Rodriguez. Head of the Pharmacy department in this hospital. Come on outside, I need a cigarette...

[Chris smiles at that, at least semi-confident he pulled at that. He pushes off the wall and nods, before walking down the halls]

I don't smoke myself..

Head of Pharmacy huh? Do the drugs still have affect one the patients that should have...died?

[So he thinks, but she's not going to drop cover over a name..]

I haven't smoked since medical school and quit years ago.

[She motions for him to join her outside and she digs her hand into her pocket.]

The most we're doing right now is giving them something for the pain. If we give the sick anything else we run the risk of everything out there becoming drug resistant.

Then why are we going outside?

[He asked as he followed her outside]

That makes some sense. But right now "everything' has no effect. So theses no risk.

I started up again two days ago. It helps calm my nerves on days like these.

[She reaches into her top pocket for a pack of cheap cigarettes and she takes one to put into her mouth.]

That's the 'right now'. Its the what will happen months from now that has me worried. It's everywhere, I've touched base with people in hospitals all over the world.

The world can feed us now but in a few months there's going to be wars over bread and fresh water instead of resources.

Makes sense. With the world going crazy.

[He leans against the wall as he watches her]

And what if we stop it? Do the people just...die again?

[She digs into her pocket for a pack of matches. She flips one and she lights it. It would be highly rude of her not to offer 'Owen' a cigarette.]

Help yourself. They won't exactly kill you now.

[She raises an eyebrow at the stop it part. The world's gone to shit and he's thinking it will be stopped somehow.]

It's a mystery. This entire thing is exactly that.

[He glances at the cig before shaking his head] Can't, promised my mother I wouldn't ever do it.

[Hey, he's just tying to think long term.Besides, him and Jack might figure it out]

So. Is the hospital going to cope?

I shouldn't be smoking again either but I've made no promises to anyone.

[She puts the pack of cigarettes back into her top pocket along with her ID card. It's been a long day, she's been on this beat for the past two hours.]

It's not. I'm on the floor again working with ER staff. Everyone's doing what they can to help out.

How do you think this can be stopped?

I am really confused...

Alisa's not feeling any better about this. She was to be some department head who was on vacation to Costa Rica. The woman looked like her so it worked. She looks over her shoulder to see Jack while she waited for a bus.

"It's the idea that people who get oh, shot in the heart or something don't exactly die." She's dressed like she belongs in that hospital and she listens to an ambulance comes riding past them.

Jack blinked and stared at her as she spoke. It was something out of a science fiction book. It was Torchwood, after all. He realized that it was possible, but it was still a scary thought. Not something he wanted to consider.

“Can I… do anything?” He knew some of the people went into hiding. He wanted to help, but he wondered if he was better off with them to make sure they were safe.

It's one of those things she could talk about openly in public other than her cover. "I'll take you to a bus station and I'll write where you can find the others." She'll phone Owen and Ianto about him coming to join them.

"I need someone to help look after the ones that went into hiding." Alisa's sure maybe this Jack knows a bit about farm life. Owen bitched about it sounding worse than Beacons.

She should be getting home or whatever home is. "I can use a bite to eat. Why don't we get some take out. The seafood here is well to die for.." She's got a bag full of narcotics to bring back to that crack shack of an apartment.