It took convincing on Matt's part and his CSS before the headmaster allowed him to teach workshop. Matt's age surprised Headmaster MacDonald when he read off the CSS, that he couldn't believe that Matt's got plenty of experiences fixing and making things.

He asked plenty of questions and Matt answered them all. Eventually, he proved to the headmaster that he's capable of the position.

Headmaster MacDonald gave him the rundown of the schedule and the rules of the school, he made it clear to Matt that they're followed or else he risks termination.

He showed Matt the class and gave him the spare key to it, reminding Matt that he needed to return it when his position expires. Headmaster MacDonald warned he'll make sure the key's returned to him one way or another.

Seeing him off, Matt slid into Class 101 and went towards the desk where he sat and went through it, looking for things. He found the roasters and copy of the school map, weekly schedule, and calendar.

Matt gone over the roasters and picked out Berkley and Lupus. They shared the third period together before lunch and from the assigned seats under the roaster sheet, they sat next each other.

Going through the student notes, Matt learned Lupus and Berkley got into trouble more than once, and the teacher planned to move their seats.

"So, you were friends?" Matt muttered under his breath.

It'd make sense why Lupus would've made sure to honor Berkley every year, not just tradition, because they were friends.

Overhead he heard the bell chiming, signaling that students needed to get to third period within minutes or else risk punishment for tardiness.

Getting ready, Matt tried to rely on his school experience in hopes of keeping the students in line.

It's a stretch, but he didn't want to risk termination before he found out what happened the night of the fire.

Hearing the students clamoring at the door, he stood up and stood in front of the chalkboard with the bold words, "MR. HARTNELL," above his head as he watched the students filing into the large classroom and headed to their assigned seats.

The students took to their seats and looked towards Matt, confused, curious, and baffled. All in that order.

"Hello, class, my name is Mr. Hartnell, and I will be your substitute workshop teacher for the week!" Matt greeted his class.

Donning an extra pair of readers, he found in the desk of the workshop teacher, Matt smiled as he stared at his students, quizzically staring at him.

They didn't believe that he's a substitute, one even remarked he's as old as their brother!

Matt didn't know whether to take it as a compliment or a knock.

Beginning the roaster call, Matt called each name and heard a response. He checked the names he heard the students until he got to John S. Berkley and Sam Lupus.

His green eyes moved towards their seats and noticed their absence. Matt asked the other students where they were, but none of them cared to answer him or didn't know where.

"Um, I should inform Headmaster MacDonald," Matt frowned as he realized his predicament.

However, a student raised his hand and Matt called to him.

He told Matt that Lupus and Berkley were at the library cutting class, again, and that Headmaster MacDonald probably went to go after them.

"They're none too bright," said the student.

Matt slowly nodded as he tried to gain the confidence needed to school these students.

It took a bit, but Matt got into the part.

"Now, where should we begin?" Matt clasped his hands together as he looked between the students. "We can start with something small such as rewiring radios or perhaps we should put together one!"

A student raised his and and Matt pointed at him.

"Um, Mr. Hartnell, we're supposed to make birdhouses," said the student.

Matt quizzically remarked, "Birdhouses?"

The student nodded.

Matt's no stranger to birdhouses, he's made some for school, but mostly for fun, and that he just didn't want to do the other projects offered.

"Don't suppose you'd want to do something more interesting, right?" Matt asked his class.

The students replied with uncertainty as they're not sure how their teacher would've taken the news that his students made radios instead of the assignment.

"Come on, birdhouses are too… too… well they're too basic," Matt argued against the assignment. "Anyone can make a birdhouse. How many of you lot can put together a radio, hm?"

The students murmured and Matt scratched his chin as he asked them a simple question, "Would you prefer a birdhouse or something you can really get into?"

One of the students raised his hand and Matt called on him.

He said that they're not supposed to have radios at school, they're a distraction, and Headmaster MacDonald would've confiscated them.

Matt blinked before asserting, "They're a classroom assignment and they'll stay in this class, fair enough?"

Spending time with Ripley, Matt learned the different styles of radios throughout time, and with that, he concluded that the students couldn't sneak the radios out of the classroom.

As he taught the class of the intricate wiring that went into radios, Ripley and Jenna worked at the library.

"Think he's getting along with the kids?" Jenna asked Ripley as she helped put books on the shelf. Ripley replied, "He's a kid at heart, I'm sure they're making him king of the castle!"

With Matt as a teacher, he's probably already making friends with the students.

"Um, so, what's the plan after the library?" Jenna remembered.

When their shift ended, they're expected to lave, and no doubt they're not allowed on school grounds after hours. They'll have to move the TARDIS somewhere to keep the kids from noticing it.

"There's a hotel on the corner near here, we'll get rooms there," Ripley told her. "Just need him to make a withdraw for us."

Since there's no such thing as ATMs in this era and among other things, Matt would've needed to make a quick withdraw from the bank.

Jenna asked how she knew about the hotel and Ripley's eyes held back a sliver of emotions as she replied, "Call it a hunch."

How else did Ripley knew everything else, if this was not the same place she called home decades later. Much of it remained unchanged, even currently. She knew where everything is.

"I'm gonna put this up in bio," Jenna told Ripley as she carried a stack of books off to shelf them in biography.

As Jenna left to shelf books, Ripley continued shelving books in the shelf in front of her. There's quite a bit books, so she has her work cut out for her, and with Jenna helping, they ought to be done before lunch.

"H.G. Wells, I wonder, what did you really know?" Ripley mused to herself as she picked up a copy of the classic literature, "War of the Worlds," and put it on the shelf near her.

She put books on the shelves closest to her and as she did, she heard noises in a few aisles away from her.

Stopping, Ripley narrowed her eyes as she heard the noises.

Jenna returned after putting the books up and Ripley stopped her from talking. She put a finger on her mouth as she led Jenna toward the source of the noises.

Nobody's in the library but them and the head library's in her office.

Students and their teachers at the school.

Quietly the women followed the noises and Ripley held her arm over Jenna as she stepped forward towards an aisle.

Carefully, Ripley stepped near it and slowly peaked over the corner and saw two figures in the distance, hunched over.

Walking backwards, Ripley told Jenna, "I want you to go towards them. I'll sneak 'round."

Jenna asked why.

"Imma give them a scare," Ripley gave a toothy grin.

Jenna told her to be careful and Ripley told her the same as she made her way around the aisle, slowly towards the opposite side of the aisle they're in.

Slowly, Jenna walked towards the figures, she didn't know what to say or do, just what Ripley told her to do.

Going towards them, she made out two young men looking through books stacked near their legs as they flipped pages.

Didn't look like they're trying to look at naked art pieces, rather, she wasn't sure but it looked almost like they're looking at entomologist books.

Its stumped Jenna.

When she worked as a schoolteacher, more than once she found some students hiding dirty mags in their books, but it appeared it wasn't the case of pinups.

The two figures looked through the books rather closely, for reasons she didn't know.

Swallowing her fears, Jenna spoke up and called out to the figures, "Is there something I can help you with?"

It startled the figures and they jumped up from the ground and spun around to flee, but Ripley gave them a fright of their lives.

"Boo!" Ripley thunderously shouted as she watched the figures fall to the ground before trying to turn around to flee. They stopped when they saw Jenna standing in front of them, crossing her arms.

"I told you this was a bad idea!" they heard one of the boys said.

Ripley stared at them and noticed… one of them's Headmaster Lupus.

Er, Samuel Lupus.

Looking at the boy next to him closely, Ripley realized… it's John S. Berkley.

"Shouldn't you be in class?" Jenna asked the boys.

Lupus spoke up and said, "We have permission!"

Ripley dryly asked him, "From who?"

John spoke up and said, "Er, from, from, from the gym teacher!"

Looking down at the books, Ripley crossed her arms as she asked them, "Having bit of a bug issue?"

The boys squabbled with each other before John pushed up his round glasses as he responded, "Yes!"

Lupus hushed him and said, "No!"

Jenna inquired why they're looking at the books for and she didn't get a straight answer from the boys.

"I don't think the headmaster's gonna like it if he catches you two out here," Ripley brought up their headmaster.

"You can't, if I get in trouble again, the headmaster's gonna cut my credits!" John begged her not to turn them in.

Jenna asked John about his eagerness about his credits and he told her that he's trying to get enough credits to get a chance to go to Oxford. He just needs a few dozen more and he's set.

"Headmaster MacDonald says if I have extra credit, it'll look good on my transcript," John smiled as her, showing his perfectly aligned teeth.

Ripley asked, "If you're trying to earn extra credits, shouldn't you two be in class?"

John and Lupus shared a look with each other before Lupus argued, "It's a secret!"

Ripley lightly touched her chin as she pointed out, "I have authority here, y'know."

It clicked in her head.

She has authority… over Lupus.

Let's say there's things that never changed.

"Please, don't turn us in," John begged her.

Jenna spoke up and pulled Ripley to the side to speak to her.

"What if they work with us here?" Jenna suggested to Ripley.

Ripley stared at her as she flatly responded, "You want me to let my old headmaster work with us in the library?"

Jenna nodded.

"Berkley dies in the fire, correct?" Jenna whispered. "If he and Lupus work here, we can find out what really happened!"

To put lightly, Ripley nearly ran like her bum's on fire the moment she graduated from Berkley and determined never to go back to it as long as Headmaster Lupus remained in the school.

In another lifetime, she would've never let the young Lupus work with her out of detest for his actions when he's older.

However, Jenna reminded her of their task and she's forced to swallow her disdain for her old headmaster for the good of the adventure.

"Fine," Ripley gritted her teeth to repress her silver tongue. "No promises if he gets on my nerves!"

Nodding, Jenna turned around and offered the boys.

"Look, none of us wants to deal with the headmaster, right?" Jenna looked between them. "What if you two helped out in the library and we'll square it with him, fair?"

There's a good chance the two would've snuck in again and considering the circumstances that happen on the 18th, the best thing they could've done, keep John S. Berkley and Lupus where they can find them, and try to figure out what's going on.

Even though, all three, Ripley especially, knew that John S. Berkley's fated to die, and that he'd never go to Oxford like he wanted.

The boys looked at Jenna as they puzzled over her suggestion and Ripley made them choose carefully by bringing up, "Well, if you don't want to, I'm partial to dragging you by the lobe of your ears to your headmaster."

She's going to enjoy holding one over her old headmaster.

It's enough to get the boys to reconsider the suggestion and agreed to it.

"Mr. Berkley and Mr. Lupus, I presume?" they heard a voice and saw a tall slender man, around his forties, wearing the school uniform, his arms crossed as he's angry with the two students for sneaking out of school again. "I've warned you of the consequences if I caught you two here!"

He threatened to expel the two for failing to follow the rules and more so with John S. Berkley since he's trying to get into Oxford and the expulsion would've torpedoed his chances.

"Calm down, they have permission to be here," Ripley raised her hands as she stepped forward.

Headmaster MacDonald looked at Ripley questionably as she held her ground. She's dealt with Lupus, she can deal with MacDonald. He angrily asked who allowed this arrangement and she showed him the permission slip, via her CSS.

"W-what?" Headmaster MacDonald stared at the CSS as it showed the permission slip for the two boys to work at the library. It's signed by their guardians, there's a signet from the school, and it boggled his mind.

Reading the CSS, the headmaster shook his head as he mumbled that he's not getting paid enough to keep up with the paperwork.

Groaning, Headmaster MacDonald told the women that they're going to regret having the boys working with them at the library, they're trouble.

"And if I have to come over here to discipline you, Mr. Berkley and Mr. Lupus, I will," he vowed to punish the boys if they acted out of line. He reminded them that they're the face of the school and if they act out, it's an insult. Mentioning he'll pop in every now again to keep an eye on them, the headmaster begrudgingly left the library, tending to his other duties.

The boys remarked that Ripley convinced the headmaster to let them stay and not punish them.

"How'd you do that, miss?" John asked Ripley.

Ripley replied, "Skills."

She told the boys that if they want to work at the library, there's going to be ground rules.

"No smoking, no drugs, no nothing," Ripley summed. "If you think the headmaster's bad, you haven't met me."

In truth, Lupus will meet Ripley, but that's beside the point.

She went over to the books stacked on the ground and pointed down at them, "First job, put 'em back where you found them!"