So what's out there? [Suzie had just been resurrected and Gwen was asking her what it was like when she died.]
Nothing. Just nothing.
But... but if there's nothing, what's the point of it all?
This is. Driving through the dark. All these stupid tiny stuff. We're just animals howling in the night. Because it's better than silence. I used to think Torchwood, all those aliens coming to Earth. What the hell for? It's just instinct. They come here 'cos there's life, that's all. Moths around a flame. Creatures clinging together in the cold.
So when you die, it's just--
Darkness.
(Torchwood, "They Keep Killing Suzie")
