Diane was leaving. She had told Owen that it was obvious when he said he loved her he didn't mean it. She said she knew that he had been thinking of another dark-haired woman. She didn't mind being used, really she hadn't. She was stuck in a strange place and the comfort of sex was certainty welcomed. But she knew. She knew from the way Owen had glanced over at the other woman, saw it in the way the woman looked at her that Owen and her were involved. Emma said the woman, Gwen, lived with her boyfriend. Her boyfriend who walked around the house naked. Emma had been shocked, but after seeing Owen walking naked past his wall of windows Diane really hadn't been surprised. The twenty-first century sure was sexual. She had fit right in.

But it was wrong. She was wrong; she didn't belong there. Even if Owen had felt so right on top of her. She wanted to tell him she would stay, but she knew better. She knew that Owen wanted this Gwen. She knew their affair wasn't over by a long shot, if their actions around each other were any indication.

Diane tugged the satin robe tighter around her body and wondered if it belonged to Gwen. It was a little snug, which indicated to Diane that it had been intended for a smaller woman. She had found a lot of beauty products in his bathroom, too. Despite his claim that they were all his, she knew better. No man used lavender scented soap.

She took a drag from her cigarette and noticed how different it tasted. And it had a funny little bit of cotton on the end. She had tried to rip it off so she could have a proper smoke, but it didn't come off. Owen told her that it had been discovered smoking was bad for your lungs and so the cotton piece, Owen called it a filter, was invented to try to keep some of the bad parts out. She sighed. What did it matter if she damaged her lungs? She wasn't where she belonged, anyway.

She took one last drag before putting it out in the ashtray Owen had managed to dig up for her and turned away from the window she had been looking out. Even the skyline looked different. Nothing was the same. She wanted to go back. She had to go back.

In the bedroom, Owen was sleeping peacefully. Diane located some paper to leave him a note. She told him to enjoy his life, and to go after Gwen. She wrote that she knew he wasn't really in love with her, and that he was just trying to project his feelings for Gwen onto her. She wrote that she didn't mind, but she knew it was her time to leave. She wrote a separate note and addressed it to Gwen. In that note, she told Gwen how she knew Owen had feelings for her, and how Diane could tell by the way Gwen looked at him that she felt the same way. She told Gwen not to worry about her, but to be there for Owen, and to come back to him.

She sealed the two envelopes and left them on the pillow next to Owen. She leaned over to give him a kiss good-bye, before putting on her clothing and leaving his flat.

She walked around the streets of Cardiff aimlessly. She didn't have very much money, only the small bit left over from when that other bloke, Yanto or something like that, had taken them shopping. It was early in the morning and nothing was open anyway. She spotted an all-night diner, neon-flashing sign reminding her of home so she went in and ordered a coffee. Thankfully, the diner offered continuous refills, so Diane was able to sit there until it became light enough for her to take off.

She managed to find a taxi driver who was willing to accept the minimal money she had on hand for a ride to the airfield where she had landed. She wasn't sure how she was going to get her aeroplane out of there, but she knew she had to try. She debated about waiting and talking to Emma to see if she wanted to go along, but Emma seemed to be happy starting a new life in this strange decade. Century, she corrected herself. This was the 2000s, a date she hardly ever thought about, let alone thought she would see.

Fortunately for her, her aeroplane was parked outside of the building, and she had her key on her. She hadn't been willing to turn over her key to Captain Harkness. The captain had understood, surprisingly, and allowed her to keep it.

She had just gotten her aeroplane started when she saw the car pulling in. She needed to leave. He needed her to leave; he just didn't know it yet. She reiterated to him what she had written in her note, and told him to be sure to give the other note to Gwen. She wrapped her scarf around his neck, as a memento for him, kissed his cheek, and she was off. Off into the past, future, present. She didn't care, as long as she was flying.