Jenny and Vastra are in the darkroom at 13 Paternoster Row checking the photographs hanging to dry.
"It was so dark, and he is hovering in the corner," critics Jenny.
"You are an excellent photographer. Now let's see how I look." Vastra pushes a button on her bracelet.
Jenny exams Vastra's and compares to the photographs. "I think it will do nicely. Keep your head down."
Vastra holds up a mirror to see her new face, "Disgusting ape."
Jenny, "I agree".
April sits in her usual seat in front of the Magistrate and hopes this will be the last time she sits in this chair. The arms are sticky from those who sat here before; someone had jam hands. She looks to the back to only see Jenny.
Jenny smiles to April.
The magistrate walks into the courtroom and bangs his gavel. "Welcome back Mrs Saint Clair. Do you want to wager if John makes himself known or shall we ready until the new year comes about?"
April stands in respect, "I would like my daughter returned to me. You have the power ..."
The magistrate interrupts and flips his hand downwards, "Sitdown and shut up."
The courtroom door creaks open. The magistrate tries to focus and gets wide-eyed when he see John. What the devil is he doing here?
John stumbles to the front and stands before the magistrate. He speaks clearer than ever before and even lost his Scottish accent, "Please release Fiona Saint Clair to her mother."
The Magistrate looks at John over and waves him closer. He whispers to John, "You imbecile, what the devil do you think you are doing here? We've been paid plenty of money to retain her until she can no longer finish her schooling."
John, "The girl, is even now beyond repair and terrified of her shadow. Besides, it is too cold, and I don't want to spend Christmas keep an eye on the building."
Magistrate, "You have put me in a difficult place. This is all on you. I hold you responsible." He signs a piece of paper, hands it to John, bangs the gavel and leaves the courtroom to his private room to the left.
The courtroom slowly clears out with disappointed faces, as they were hoping for more theatrics.
Jenny quickly goes to April and whispers into April's ear, "Get into a cab and go to our home and wait. Our address is 13 Paternoster Row."
Jenny and John are the last to exit the courtroom. They notice as the courtroom doors way back and forth they view through the two second gap a Weeping Angel wandering across the floor to the magistrates private room.
Jenny looks around, "We are safe". John touches his bracelet and instantly transforms into a tall Silurian.
"Let's get Fiona before they do."
During the drive, Vastra has shared with Jenny word for word what the Magistrate said to her posing as John.
"Curious. Why? None of this makes sense, over one woman."
"I agree. So let us be quick in our rescue attempt number three. We can't fail this time. There is no 'Plan D'."
Their driver worked his magic and reached Bethlem Royal Hospital in record time.
Jenny watches her beautifully green Silurian turn into this angry, sad Scottish man. John and Jenny leave the cab and work their way to the admission desk.
The admission officer looks to John and the paperwork, "You can go get her yourself."
Without hesitations, John and Jenny move towards room 34. Jenny knocks and enters but the room is empty. Jenny grabs the books while Vastra looks to the first nurse, "Where is the patient in room 34?"
The nurse thinks for a moment, "Oh she's in therapy."
Jenny, "Thank you. Please, are you able to direct me?"
The nurse pointing to a long hallway, "Oh yes, down that hallway, turn the first left, and you can't miss it the doctor loves an audience the door will be open."
John grabs Jenny's arm and heads towards therapy. Jenny turns to the nurse, "Thank you. Have a Happy Christmas."
The nurse smiles "You too."
John and Jenny dart between open doors until they come to see Fiona's arched body as the electric shock slings through her nervous system. Alaya stands and takes the books from Jenny's hands. John and Jenny head over to the table and start to unbuckle Fiona's arms and legs.
Fiona opens her eyes to see her enemy and whispers, "You! John!" Jenny trades positions with John and runs up to the Fiona's face, "Do you remember me?"
Fiona surveys the face and nods.
Jenny, "WYes, we are taking your home. Don't be scared." While Jenny has Fiona's attention Vastra gently removes the wire from under the gown while Jenny removes the ones from her temple.
The doctor is being ignored through his protesting and yelling. John plucks up Fiona's tired body with Jenny and Alaya in tow they exit the therapy room, out of the entrance and into their waiting taxi.
Their driver moves the taxi the moment all occupants are inside.
Vastra, Alaya and Jenny watch in horror as more than three Weeping Angels work their way inside the Hospital's front doors. As the taxi drives towards the Thames River they see a statue humped over, poor John.
Vastra puts on her hooded cape and covers herself as she hits the bracelet transforming herself back into a proud Silurian.
Alaya is supporting Fiona's exhausted body on her lap. Alaya's fingers go over the scars that the coarse shears left and looks to her mother Jenny.
Jenny, "Her hair will grow back. Her skin abrasions will disappear."
Vastra, "It is her mind that we need to focus. We need to do research on counteracting shock therapy. We need her back to full strength. Her rehabilitation and protection is a priority. You care for a woman who scares the Weeping Angels."
Alaya nods in understanding.
