β Scribed by Llewellyn, David
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
In 1950, a mysterious crate explodes on Tiger Bay's docks, killing everyone but a young Michael Bellini. In 2008, a radioactive source inside Torchwood leads the team to discover the same Michael, still young and in his 1950s clothing, cowering inside the vault. It soon becomes apparent that each of them has met Michael in the past, but it's Jack who remembers him best of all.
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SUMMARY: Tiger Bay, Cardiff, 1950: A mysterious crate is brought into the docks on a Scandinavian cargo ship, the Kungssangen. Its destination: The Torchwood Institute. As the crate is offloaded by a group of local dockers it explodes, killing all but one; a young Butetown lad called Michael Belli
Tiger Bay, Cardiff, 1950: A mysterious crate is brought into the docks on a Scandinavian cargo ship, the Kungssangen. Its destination: The Torchwood Institute. As the crate is offloaded by a group of local dockers it explodes, killing all but one; a young Butetown lad called Michael Bellini. Fifty-e
SUMMARY: Tiger Bay, Cardiff, 1950: A mysterious crate is brought into the docks on a Scandinavian cargo ship, the Kungssangen. Its destination: The Torchwood Institute. As the crate is offloaded by a group of local dockers it explodes, killing all but one; a young Butetown lad called Michael Belli
SUMMARY: Tiger Bay, Cardiff, 1950: A mysterious crate is brought into the docks on a Scandinavian cargo ship, the Kungssangen. Its destination: The Torchwood Institute. As the crate is offloaded by a group of local dockers it explodes, killing all but one; a young Butetown lad called Michael Belli
SUMMARY: Tiger Bay, Cardiff, 1950: A mysterious crate is brought into the docks on a Scandinavian cargo ship, the Kungssangen. Its destination: The Torchwood Institute. As the crate is offloaded by a group of local dockers it explodes, killing all but one; a young Butetown lad called Michael Belli
***Nothing brings back a memory like a melody.*** Willa ~ Somethingβs wrong. I donβt know what, but I can feel it. My best friend, my fiancΓ©e, even the hunky stranger who saved me are all hiding things from me. Which isnβt all that difficult considering I canβt remember the last six months of my lif