Shortly after Thaddeus left the basement the Doctor and Sarah Jane began to hear screams coming from upstairs. They knew exactly what was happening: it was breakfast time for the employees. Lady Juun had eight people at her service -they were nine with Abir- which meant that eight prisoners of the pantry were being killed by the cruel cult. The Doctor managed to stay cool and impassive before the eyes of the blonde guardian though what he wanted was to go to save the victims. Sarah, meanwhile, had pale skin and tears in her eyes. Fortunately or unfortunately, the screams lasted a short.

"How long will this last?" Sarah asked sadly.

"Everything will end in the next two days," the gallifreyan answered.

Two days. Sarah wouldn't have more time and the Doctor was not going to allow them to kill more people.

"Hey, what's your name?" the time traveller asked the blond man. He didn't answer.

"Are you mute? No, because you were talking to Thaddeus. I understand, Lady Juun doesn't pay you to entertain the food. I think she should add another clause more in your contract. All right; I'll call you 'Maurice'."

The man still said nothing, so the Time Lord continued.

"Listen to me, 'Maurice', why do you have to kill people to feed you? You have shown that you cook very well, you just have to give it a chance to the taste of ashes." He saw the distaste in the face of his silent guardian. "Okay, I'm saying this without having tasted human energy, I don't know its taste," he said with a smile of mock apology.

"It's delicious."

The Time Lord's face became serious immediately. Those words were uttered by Sarah.

"Sorry, I scared you, right?" the girl asked with a worried smile.

"No, no, quiet. Are you hungry? You know I'm willing to feed you as many times as you need."

She shook her head, still ashamed of what she had just said.

"You think I'm a monster?" she asked.

"How did you feel when you heard the screams?"

"What?"

"Answer me."

"What am I going to feel? They were people who were being killed painfully without mercy!" she said with tears in her eyes.

"You still feel pity and compassion. You're not a monster at all," he said, reassuring her.

She hugged him.

"Come in, welcome to my house," Lady Juun said. "You are Rur, aren't you?"

"Yes, madam," the man answered.

Michael Rur was a man of about thirty, with brown hair and dark blue eyes that had gone to the house of Lady Juun with the same purpose for which everyone went there. He needed work. He followed Juun and Thaddeus to a room where he sat on a chair that the woman indicated.

"You've come in good time to apply for a job at my house, mister Rur. Precisely we have a vacancy for a cleaner and, although there's another girl candidate, it seems that she does not really want this job so much."

"I want the job. Cleaner, gardener or whatever, I don't care, and I can start immediately if you wish, madam," Michael said.

"I love your enthusiasm," Juun said with a smile. "The job is yours as long as you accept a single condition."

"What is?"

"You won't leave this house, except when I tell you and only for what I tell you," she answered.

"What? No, I refuse. I have a home and a family. My wife is pregnant and I refuse to leave her alone, even for a job." Michael replied flatly.

"Oh, what a shame. Well, then I have another place for you." While Juun was talking Thaddeus approached the man and gave him a blow on the head, knocking him out instantly. "The pantry."