Judas caught sight of the woman with the cane staring at the opal intently. She was younger than most of the women here and he didn't recall inviting someone her age to the unveiling.

Making his way to this woman, he struck up a conversation with her. "I don't recall inviting someone like you," he mentioned as she stared at the opal intently.

"Is there a problem?" she dryly asked him as she stared at the opal. Judas shook his head, but he pointed at her. "You sound like a Yorkshire pudding, touch of Scott, where're you from?" he asked her.

"Hereabouts," the woman replied. "Must've cost you an arm and a leg for this."

She turned towards the opal. Judas nodded. "Yes, but I am hopeful of making it back with tours. Nobody can resist coming here," he gleefully told her how he planned on having the exhibition. With people's curiosity, they'll gladly pay however much he asks, which in return goes to the betterment of his museum. He heard her reply, "Why have it at night?"

Judas explained that the opal looked best at night and the woman didn't agree, she asked him, "Aren't you concern about unsavory characters getting bolder?"

He assured her that nothing's going to happen to the opal, it's much too big for anyone to lift out of the museum and even then, he doubted they'll have a grasp on it considering how smooth it is.

"Oh, but miss, I couldn't help but wonder, will you be donating to our cause?" Judas looked at the woman. He asked this question to numerous guests as it is, a handsome donation to help jumpstart the tours and have funds to propel the opal into stardom.

"I suppose I can spare some donations, sir," the woman responded. She turned to him with a look on her face. "Here's some word of caution: I'd suggest you find a new career."

She said it so sternly, no comedy in her tone of voice. He pointed at her and asked her what she meant by that and she told him. "You welcomed death into your museum," she coldly told him.

Judas stood aghast at the accusation and demanded to know her name. Ripley told him, "I am the Doctor and you've made a grave mistake."

The shutters above closed over the glass ceiling, guests murmured as they watched this and Judas grew furious. He called for security to go open the shutters and corralled the worried guests.

"You open those shutters, you'll regret it," Ripley warned him. "You have no idea what you done."

Judas scolded her and responded, "I'll have you arrested!"

Ripley dryly responded, "Have to be alive for that, Judas."

He stared at her and she stared back.

They broke eye contact when the lights in the museum started wavering. Judas felt a twinge in the air, a change, an oppressive feeling came over him and Ripley felt it too.

"Doctor!" Micha ran towards her, the guards following him. He stopped short of them as the guards held him back. Guards came with Matt and the others, presenting them to Judas. "Doctor, they're going to open the shutters!"

One of the guards told Judas they caught him manipulating the controls for the shutters, ensuring they would remain close. They're working undo it and Judas held a sour look as he realized his critic did this.

"You," Judas growled as he stepped near him. "I should've known you would resort to these tricks, guards throw him and his accomplices into the cell, the police can deal with them after the party!"

The four struggled in the guards' grips as the guards dragged them away and Judas turned to Ripley. "You've done enough, girl, it's time for you to leave," Judas dismissively told her. He wouldn't have the guards force her into the cell, because he feared the publications of him laying a hand on a frail lady.

Before he had a guard escort her out of the building, the lights turned off and everyone panicked. Judas ran to control the guests and Ripley disappeared into the crowd before a guard spotted her.

Judas assured his guests everything is fine and looked up when the shutters reopened and the skies above cloudy, plunged into darkness.

He ordered his guards to light up the museum and they set out lighting candles and corralling people to remain in the showroom and not go anywhere else.

Above, Judas heard thudding noises, heavy, and it caused him to glance up to the glass ceiling and saw shadows moving all along the edges.

Thud… thud… thud…

"I warned you," Ripley told him. "You've brought death upon us all. I'm sure it was worth the fortune you paid for this."

A sense of dread came over Judas as he saw a pair of red eyes staring down at him. "That's a Big One and he's none to happy about you either," Ripley informed him as he kept eyes on the red eyed giant looking down on him, masked in darkness. "Death comes quick, but he is much swifter."

Guests panicked when they heard the glass ceiling cracking and Ripley shouted, "Everyone, get out of the showroom, now!"

The guests took her advice and fled from the showroom into the storage room, where it had no windows, and only one exit.

Ripley prevented Judas from leaving and she informed him, "Except you, Judas, you stay right there!"

He flinched when she strong armed him. She told him. "You're not leaving until you correct this wrong, Judas. Either you give it back to them or they'll take it from you by force and kill you first before they kill the others," she lowered her voice as she stared at him.

She turned her attention to the opal.

Ripley stared at Selene's Opal, a sense of fear came over her, she hobbled towards it and rest her left hand on it. It was warm, body temperature, and she carefully pressed her ear against the side. Faintly, she heard a heartbeat.

She turned around to face the terrified curator, trembling before her, and she asked in a low voice, "Where did they find it?"

Judas sheepishly replied, trembling, "They found it-it in an abandoned ammunition factory."

It was enough for Ripley to instantly know the implications and she trembled slightly.

Ripley turned towards it and frowned. "Then the men are already dead. They're working towards you now," she warned him of his impending demise. She informed Judas one of the principals of a certain basic instinct. "What is the one thing your mother told you?" Ripley asked as she turned around and hobbled towards him.

Judas stammered that his mum always told him she'd protect him and Ripley sucked air through her teeth and exhaled it when she informed him. "What do you think she's doing?" Ripley looked at him. "You brought death into your museum, now everyone here will face their wraith, and it's all because of you."

Judas asked her what she meant by that. Ripley shook her head as she began pacing back and forth. Stopping briefly, she turned to him and warned, "You stole her child, now mum's mad, very mad, and she won't stop until she gets it back and we're all dead."

Glimpsing above the glass ceiling, Ripley could make out shadows moving along the edges, at least ten or twelve, one of them the Big One. Judas begged her to help him and she shook her head. "You brought this on yourself, your greed caused you to ignore the warning signs, now you're asking for help?" Ripley eyed him. Judas begged, clasping his hands together, and Ripley demanded he release her friends from the museum's jail which he promptly sent his guards to retrieve them.

"Please, you must help me!" Judas begged her.

Ripley told him, "She doesn't talk to humans, Judas, I don't think she's going to listen to what you have to say."

Matt and the others hurried to the showroom and Ripley pointed at Judas. She informed them what he did. "He stole her daughter, that's we can't leave, she's keeping us here so when the time comes, she'll sic her husband and her children on us all!"

They won't let the guests escape, but they won't kill them, not yet, they want them all gathered, so when they felt like it, they'll rain down upon them like hellfire with sharp talons.

"What is it, a dinosaur?" Arthur asked Ripley.

Ripley shook her head. Karen interjected, "A bird?"

"Close," Ripley summed.

Matt asked, "What's going to happen?"

Ripley looked up to see the shadows circling the edges. She told him, "She'll give the word and they'll descend from the rooftop. Judas' guards' weapons won't work on them and all they'll do is make them even more angry."

Micha looked up to the glass ceiling and realized that one of the shadows towered the others. When it turned its head, he made out its beak, and realized what Ripley meant by "the Big One".

"Doctor, you told me, the males, they don't eat healthy people," Micha gestured at her and she shook her head. She explained, "They don't, but when angry, they're not too picky about ripping apart those that angered them. Judas took his daughter and daddy's not happy about it either."

Karen yelped when Arthur pulled her away from the ceiling, he saw a shadowy hand touch it and saw it didn't look like a human's hand, it had sharp talons instead. Karen held onto Arthur in fright as she saw the talons too.

Matt asked Micha and Ripley what the plan is. Ripley replied, "There isn't much we can do. Once they're here, it's all about the waiting game. You may thank our courteous host for our predicament."

Micha pulled on her arm and reminded her, "What about her mother, can we talk to her, Doctor, you said they're intelligent."

Ripley frowned when he reminded her of what she told him when he was younger. The mothers are the deadliest of the bunch and they command respect and terror. When they call upon their kin, without question, they come.

"Of course," Ripley's eyes lit up. She hurried to Judas.

"Do you want to live?" Ripley asked him. He, of course, nods, and she demanded, "I need your guest list and a pen. Get it, now!"

She turned to the others and realized she'd have to tell Matt and the others. It's the only way to keep them from getting hurt. Though there were things about them she never figured out because her exposure to them was extremely limited and most of it was just what she overheard. Everything else, she had to go by context.

"The females are Sabbek and the males are Drekker, I don't know where they come from. I do know none of you ever encountered them until now. We've never encountered them on our adventures because we usually are in the near distant futures and worlds apart. I'm not sure how far their reaches are, but I know this, the males won't bother you if you're not sick and or not bothering them. The females, they will kill you if they feel like it and kidnap women from time to time. Rarely, the females kidnap men and turn them into Drekker. The females don't hunt at night, they can't blend in, they only hunt in overcast noon or cloudy days, conditions where their bodies blend against the clouds. The males never liked the sun and only come out at night. I'm warning you now, don't under any circumstances let the males touch you, they have a touch that will kill you instantly. You will die a horrible death. That's why males only hunt sick and lame people and animals, their touches are a matchstick, use it once, gone. They're not fighters, they only use their touches when they have to. The females are the fighters and they don't have that limitation. If you don't believe a word I'm saying, that's fine, but I'm warning you, be on your guard," Ripley gave a long heartfelt speech about the two species. When asked if they're aliens, Ripley shook her head. "They're not aliens, I don't know what they are, but I do know they're not to be trifled with," she warned them.

Curiously, Matt asked her how she knew so much about them and she uncomfortably told him, "You learn things when you pay attention."

She left it at that and Judas returned with the guest list. With a light, she read the names of the guests and shared it with the others. Cautiously, she said, "There's a strong possibility their mother is here among the guests, be very careful, she will look human but do not let her looks fool you. She's a Sabbek and isn't a wallflower."

Ripley believed there's a chance the mother snuck in and blended with the guest. With all the alcohol that's served, nobody would've noticed her. Nobody would've paid any attention to her, since, nobody would've known the signs she's a Sabbek.

"It could be anyone," Karen worried.

Matt tugged on her arm and asked her, "What's the plan?"

Ripley chewed on the bottom of her lip and thought on the spot.

"If she's among them, I don't know if she's going to listen to anything I say, she might be intelligent but she's just as vulnerable to her nature as they are. If she is here, don't do anything, you won't get far if she feels her cover's blown. Say that you're doing a headcount and make sure everyone's accounted for, go through all the guests," she told him and everyone. "When you find her, you come back to me, I'll draw her attention. You get everyone to a hiding place. The males don't like rosemary, can't stand the smell of it, and if there's no rosemary, use light, they can't stand it either. The females I could never figure out what they hated, but if you can figure that one out, I'll bake you cake."

She exhaled as she turned to Judas whose pale face sweated. "You're my bargaining chip, Judas. You caused this, you're fixing it, and if I have to serve your pork arse on a platter for them to ensure my friends and the people here don't die a horrible death, I'll bloody do it and you better believe it when I tell you I have no patience for wormwood and twits!" Ripley poked him in the chest, emphasizing some of the words, making sure he knew the severity of the situation. He wasn't going to hide, they want him and by hiding among the guest, he'll risk their death because they'll kill everyone to get to him.

Micha worryingly asked, "What about you, what if it doesn't work?"

Ripley stopped to think about it, if all fails, she would've been killed too, and she frowned. Not deterred she came up with a plan.

Ripley gave Matt the key to the police box. She instructed him, "If anything happens to me, get as many of them in the police box you can fit and get out of here. Do not stop under any circumstances, get as far away from here, take them another month if you have to, but do not come back here."

Matt held the key close to her and his eyes glint with emotions as he haphazardly said, "I can't leave you here."

Ripley frowned as she stated, "You do as I tell you, Matt."

She motioned for them to go on their search for the mother and she kept an eye on Judas who panicked. "It's a trick, must be," he frightfully murmured.

Ripley kept him from leaving, effectively keeping him with her in the showroom. She wasn't kidding when she told him she was using him as a bargaining chip for the others.