R Aus4 Torchwood - Owen/blonde ghost of tosh triumph! but...

Boo, boo, boobity boo. Boo doodle doodle, boo doo doo! Here you are, babe! What are you singing? My happy ghost song! Are you happy, darlin'? I have never been happier! You saved the world single handed, I mean single headedly, and your new alien rubber skull kept you undead. Ain't unlife grand! So nice to have a cheery ending to this tale. But will the next one end as happily? -- What's that? The tale in which I seek the means to turn myself into a gas. Nothing easier. Just go back to your new friend, Rhiannon. She has the potion. Erm, that could be a problem. Before i left -- Owen, what did you do? I just might have called her "doll." Owen! The great Welsh Queen of the beyond and hereafter?! Sorry love, I ballsed up again. It happens. We'll fix the situation in alternative universe crack fic series five! And you and I will have non-corporeal entity sex. I can hardly wait! Byeeeeee. Au revoir.