The school day ended with Matt helping his students assembling radios. The students loved the project more than the birdhouses and Matt's proud to help the students grow and learn how radios worked. He could tell they appreciated his teaching and made sure to tell them to leave the radios with him. Tomorrow, they'll work on those birdhouses so that way the teacher wouldn't get angry with them. Even though Matt detested the idea, he didn't want the students getting the blunt of the trouble.

He left the school and made his way to the library.

It finally crossed his mind and he stopped to look around the schoolyard.

A frown crossed his face as he realized just where they are.

The implications bothered him and he wanted to talk to Ripley privately, as he's aware how she's feeling about it.

Resuming his walk, he made his way to the library where he spotted the women coming out of the library.

Jenna's talking to Ripley about something that happened in the library and Ripley reminded her. "I told you I didn't make promises," Ripley retorts.

They noticed Matt standing nearby and went towards him.

Matt noticed them looking at him funny and he twirled as he tried to see what they're seeing, until he's asked, "Um, wearing readers, now?"

Twirled around to face them, Matt told Jenna that he found them in the desk and though they'd go great with the role.

"You know, those look really nice on you," Jenna pointed out that the readers looked great on Matt.

She noted that the thin golden frames went well with his tweed jacket and the lens fit his face perfectly.

Matt smiled as he readjusted the glasses, saying that he didn't think they'd work with him, but now that he knew that they did, if he needed readers himself, he'd at least know that he'd look good in them.

"They're not prescription, are they?" Jenna inquired about them, worried that Matt risked his vision by wearing prescription readers.

She's relieved when he told her that they're just store-bought readers, just for reading really, and he made sure of this by rummaging through the desk, finding receipts for pairs of readers.

"That's good," Jenna sighed.

She turned her head to see Ripley awkwardly looking at Matt.

"Something the matter?" Jenna asked her.

Ripley haphazardly said, "Oh, uh, n-nothing, nothing at all."

Coughing, Ripley briefly looked away and her eyes dodged Matt's.

She didn't say much and didn't seem inclined.

"Did you have fun?" Jenna asked Matt about his day.

Matt told her how he helped the students learn there's more to workshop than birdhouses. He helped them build radios and tomorrow, per the instructions, he'll have them build birdhouses.

"But after that, I think I want to teach them how to put together a typewriter!" Matt thought about the possibilities of teaching his students how to put together many things and schooling them on how everything worked.

Jenna laughed as she mused Matt makes for a good teacher and he pointed at Ripley, saying, "Oh, I had help!"

Ripley's caught off guard from the comment and didn't know how to respond to it. Instead, she reminded him that they have four days to find out what happened in the fire.

"Well, the two weren't in my class," Matt explained that neither boys were in his workshop and he had to follow the rules to write them up.

He's surprised when he learned that Ripley and Jenna caught the boys in the library, just like the other students said they might've gone.

Jenna got the idea to have them work for the library during third period so they'd get intel on what went on during the week leading up to the fire.

"You didn't have to throw a book at him," Jenna poked Ripley as she brought up an incident during the time the two worked that resulted in Ripley throwing a book at Lupus.

Ripley defensively raised her hands as she brought up, "I said I made no promises. He deserved it; he was bending the spines!"

She reminded Jenna that Headmaster MacDonald allowed it and Jenna disapproved of her choice.

"Well, come on, we can talk more after we move the TARDIS somewhere," Matt sighed.

He's told that there's a hotel not too far from the school and that they can stay there. Nodding, Matt started walking until Ripley stopped him and reminded him that the 60s didn't use plastic for money.

Ripley informed him that he'll need to make a withdraw for them and waited with Jenna while Matt went into the bank.

Jenna clasped her hands together as she looked around, there's a certain air of comfort in the town and she liked it.

"Where are we, anyway?" Jenna wondered.

She heard, "Belford."

Turning her head, she saw Ripley turning away from her after she said it.

"Belford?" Jenna echoed.

She didn't recognize the name but swore hearing it from somewhere.

Ripley affirmed that they're in Belford and Jenna noticed there's a soft tone in her voice. She didn't want to bring it up, even though her curiosity roused from the tone.

"Okay, we've got ourselves some money for the week," Matt came out of the bank holding a bag of around six hundred pounds, more than enough to last for a week.

He showed the women the money and Ripley asked how it went. Matt told her that the CSS convinced the bank teller that he had a London account and gave him money from it based on the CSS.

"Um, so, where're they getting that money from, exactly?" Jenna's curious to know how the CSS worked and how it's able to convince people that Matt had an account, even though he wouldn't for another fifty or so years.

"Better not to ask," Ripley tells Jenna.

She didn't know the answer and as long as they keep the allotments low enough, they won't attract too much attention nor cause disarray for whoever the money's coming from.

With the money in hand, Matt went with the women to the hotel where they obtained rooms.

"I'll go get it," Ripley stated her intent to retrieve the TARDIS after receiving the key to her room.

Nodding, Matt watched her depart.

He trusted her to find her way to the TARDIS without issue. She'd know the area best.

Matt and Jenna waited for Ripley near the door to her room.

Jenna stepped near Matt and asked, "Did you find out anything?"

Matt replied that he didn't.

The class, rambunctious as classes are, never indicated that something's amiss.

He asked Jenna what she and Ripley found out and curious when Jenna told him what Lupus and Berkley looked at the library.

"I expected at least an art illustration," Jenna mused that she thought she'd catch them ogling illustrations of art pieces with bare women on them, but instead, they're looking at entomology books.

"Bugs?" Matt blinked.

Jenna nodded.

"That'd be a reason for the whole school to burn down," Matt scratched his chin.

Jenna agreed.

Berkley seemed to admit to an extent that there's an issue with the school, but Lupus didn't want him to talk about it, presumably because they didn't think the women would've believed them.

They heard a familiar noise behind the closed door and it opened.

Ripley closed it behind her as she looked between the two.

"Any problems?" Matt asked.

Ripley replied, "Nope."

She walked with the two down the stairs to the lobby where Matt wondered where they should go and eat.

Teaching made him hungry and he didn't go to the cafeteria to eat, too busy grading the radios his classes made. Not to mention, he needed to find room for all those radios that the students couldn't get to.

Jenna and Ripley didn't get the chance to eat either.

Too busy working the library and keep two young adults from causing trouble. Mostly keeping Ripley from abusing her newfound power over her soon-to-be headmaster.

Ripley said without thinking, "Lovely Café."

One of the best places to eat in Belford, it's been open since the forties, once a soup kitchen for those in need during WWII, and expanded into a café that since enjoyed the cult following from natives and tourists.

She took charge and led the two outside the hotel.

Everything remained unchanged that Ripley didn't have problems leading Matt and Jenna to the café.

It didn't have a patio with umbrellas yet, those weren't installed until the '90s.

In the 90s, the café underwent renovations that expanded the space and installed booth seating in corners of the café.

During it's early years, there's small tables scattered around the small café with white metal chairs to accompany them.

They kept those tables and chairs for the patio, keeping down the cost for the patio.

Ripley spent hours in the café with Jamie and Mercy and became friends with the granddaughter of the owner.

She tried to set up her great-granddaughter with Jamie, but it never worked out.

Her great-granddaughter went out with one of his exes.

It's a long story and it's not polite to talk about someone else's business.

Arriving at the café, Ripley opened the door for them and entered with Matt and Jenna looking around.

Immediately, they smelled the food and Ripley quietly became nostalgic.

Ginger, the granddaughter, made sure her family's recipe never changed and remained consistent. Her great-granddaughter, Ileana, started learning the recipes around the time Ripley, Jamie, and Mercy opened the Lost Oddities.

Ileana worked tirelessly replicating the recipes whenever the trio went to the café and Ginger schooled her.

She took her family's recipes to heart and wanted Ileana to realize why she took care of them since she started working at the café.

"Oooh, that smells good," Jenna smelled something wafting in the air and Ripley told her it's the hallowed pastries filled with jam and butter.

She knows the menu by heart and could've told the two everything on it without looking at the chalkboard in the back.

"Hi, my name's Gretchen, what can I get you?" one of Lovely Café's waitresses greeted the trio as they walked towards her.

Gretchen, she's Ginger's mam, Ginger would've been born two years from now.

Matt greeted her back and asked, "I missed lunch, I'm wondering, what can you recommend?"

Gretchen's eyes twinkled with curiosity as she and Ripley said in unison, "Baker's Dozen."

Matt turned his head towards Ripley in confusion as she turned her head away from him.

Turning back to Gretchen, Matt shrugged as he said, "I guess I'll take the Baker's Dozen!"

Seated in the back, Jenna glimpsed Ripley as her dark eyes moved around the café, faint emotions behind them.

"Looking at books about bugs," Matt pondered. "Are we sure they're not just looking at bugs?"

Ripley blinked before saying, "Lupus hated bugs. One of the many things he hated."

She recalled from her time in school when Lupus punished students for pranking him with bugs.

With a shoebox filled with collected bugs, the students tried to trick him.

It didn't end well for them when Lupus caught sight of a wiggly caterpillar sticking out of the shoebox.

Ripley didn't partake in the prank.

Wasn't her style and she hated bugs, too.

"So, what do we think?" Jenna inquired.

If there's bugs within the brotherhood, what were they, and whether an exterminator would've helped the situation.

"It can't be aliens," Ripley noted.

In her universe, there've been people talking about aliens, made movies and shows about aliens, created conventions based around aliens, and everything else.

Aliens never existed in the matter that Ripley's familiar with, now.

Even with what Ripley knew now, she's sure that there weren't any aliens.

"Did Lupus ever talk about Berkley?" Matt asked Ripley.

Ripley replied, "Always. He was like a brother to him."

Lupus always talked about Berkley, using him as an example whenever someone acted out of line.

He'd always choke during parts when he did his annual speech on the anniversary of his death.

Gretchen came to their table and asked what they wanted to drink. She took their orders before fetching their drinks.

"I don't know what I want, they all look good," Jenna looked through the menu on the table.

Ripley suggested, "The baked apple crumble's good."

It's like a turnover, but with rum spiced green apples cooked down finished with streusel crumbles and a touch of powdered sugar on top.

Jenna observed Ripley looking around the café, it's evident that she knew something.

"Alright, here's your drinks," Gretchen returned with cups and sat them in front of the trio. With a notepad, she asked Jenna and Ripley want they wanted, telling Matt that they're working on his order.

"Um, I'll try the apple crumble," Jenna told Gretchen.

Gretchen nodded and jolted down Jenna's order. She looked up to Ripley and asked for her order.

"I'll take the Smoked Bangers," Ripley told Gretchen.

Writing it down, Gretchen briefly stopped as she noticed Ripley knew the menu slang by heart and asked if she's been in the café before.

Ripley put on a face as she replied, "Oh, no, I heard it from someone."

Telling Gretchen that she heard the café from someone, Ripley watched her smile, nod, and leave the table to put in the orders.

"Well, why don't we catch Mr. Lupus and Mr. Berkley, see what they have to say," Matt put his hands together as he suggested the plan to find the underlying cause of why they're here.

If the two worked the library during third period, Matt can't simply talk to them.

However.

There's a period where the students relaxed before supper and an opportunity for Matt to talk to the two.

"What if they don't talk?" Jenna brought up.

Ripley reminded her, "I clocked him with a book, I can make them talk."

Jenna shook her head.

"Don't let the power get to your head," Jenna raised a finger at Ripley.

Ripley shrugged as she defended her choice, "They have to learn early not to act foolish!"

Shaking her head, Jenna wondered if it's just part of Ripley's disdain for her headmaster.

"Here you go, one Baker's Dozen," Gretchen returned with a plate of varies foods and sat it on the table in front of Matt.

His eyes sparkled as he looked at the stacked plate. Gretchen and Ripley weren't kidding, there's a dozen things on the plate and Matt didn't know where to start first.

"Yours should be up soon," Gretchen told Ripley and Jenna before departing to tend to the other customers.

Picking up his fork, Matt hovered it over the bangers, the mash with soft peas and gravy on top, the freshly baked buttered biscuits, two Hamburg steaks slathered with steak sauce, two fried eggs resting on top of the steaks, and three pieces of fatty fried bacon.

"Matt, you can't possibly eat that much," Jenna poked him.

Matt smiled as he reminded her, "I'm the Doctor."

Ripley flatly told him, "Infinite rooms in the TARDIS, not your stomach. How're you going to do anything when you're slipping into a food coma?"

Matt shrugged as he mentioned, "I was fine before."

Shaking their heads, the women watched as he slowly started picking away at his plate.

Gretchen came to their table with their plates and refills. She filled up their cups as they looked down at their plates.

Jenna smelled the spiced rum and asked Gretchen what the proof was on it.

"Oh, just a little something to nip your nose," Gretchen and Ripley said in unison

Gretchen looked stunned as Ripley lowered her head, realizing what she'd done.

Ginger always said that and Ripley heard more than once, that it's reflexive for her, Jamie, and Mercy to say it whenever there's cause.

Raising the tea kettle, Gretchen wearily asked Ripley how she knew that. Ripley haphazardly replied, "I guessed."

Thoroughly confused and curious, Gretchen stared at Ripley.

Thankfully, a customer called her attention away and Ripley felt relieved.

She turned her head to see Jenna already halving the apple crumbles and Matt picking of the bangers.

Picking up her fork, Ripley attempted to eat the food.

It tasted just like it did when Ripley started coming to the café. Gretchen made sure her family followed the recipes to heart.

As she ate, a feeling of melancholy fell over her.

The memories slowly came back to her.

All the times she ate at the café with her friends. They'd pool money just to get the coveted, the Baker, a massive meal that fed them for two whole days.

Even Jamie and his bottomless pit for a stomach couldn't eat all of it on his own and the three never went hungry for those two days because of how packed the Baker was.

It's nearly everything on the menu served on the largest plater and it's got everything three amateur entrepreneurs needed to keep them going.

"Oh, I can feel it," Jenna held a hand over her mouth as she felt the spiced rum tingling on her tongue.

Ripley nodded.

"Yeah, get it with the vanilla ice cream, it'll temper it," Ripley advised Jenna.

It's an advice that Ginger gave her.

Sometimes the rum's too nippy for people's taste, that vanilla ice cream tempered it to their liking.

"Oh, yeah, I'll try that," Jenna nodded.

Checking the time, Matt noted that he'll have to get some rest to make it for morning sermon, soon.

Headmaster MacDonald would've been furious if he's late for his first morning sermon.

"Maybe I should go in early," Matt mused.

He'll check to see if everything's on the up and up and see what's going on.

It's possible that there's nothing going on and all that needed to happen was Berkley to die in the fire.

As blunt as it's said, Matt's aware of how casual it seemed. If he had his way, Berkley never would've perished in the fire.

Unfortunately, as part of the learning process, Matt learned that every universe they've ever traveled followed similar rules. Then there's rules shared between all universes.

Even if it's horrible, even if it's unimaginable, even if it should've never happened, certain events happened for a reason.

By changing them, Matt risked opening himself up to backlash by the universe.

Worse, the event he tried to prevent would've happened anyway, but even worse than the previous version.

As means to correct itself, the universe tries to recalculate the corrected event to incorrect it, thus allowing it to go through as intended.

It's not something Matt enjoys knowing, but he grown to accept there's events he can't change. He might not like it, but that's the pains of being the Doctor.

He's not supposed to like it.

He's supposed to deal with it.

It's not as lavish as people might've think when they hear him have a time machine and go visit places and points in time.

Without his friends, Matt probably would've put up the bow tie a long time ago.

Matt ended up sharing his Baker's Dozen with the women, as he felt his stomach filling up to the near brim.

Jenna and Ripley easily picked away at his remaining plate.

Gretchen came back and Matt paid her for the lunch. He patted his stomach as he mentioned he might not be able to move.

Jenna poked him as she said they could've easily stick him in a wheelbarrow and lead him away.

"Yes, please!" Matt held a hand over his mouth as he felt the bubbles forming in his stomach.

He's happy Ripley stocked the TARDIS with the provisions.

Managing to stand, Matt walked with the women out of Lovely Café and stretched out his long arms as he yawned.

"Hm, that meal could put anyone to bed," Matt yawned.

He felt himself slipping into a food coma and if he's not careful, he'll sleep in before the morning sermon.

"You two go ahead," Ripley told them.

Looking at her, Jenna asked where's she going and Ripley replied, "I'm just gonna go look at something. I'll catch you back at the hotel. Just follow the path I showed you."

Ripley walked off and went down a familiar set of roads.

She walked until she spotted it in the distance. It's different than when she was younger, but it's still there, like always.

Brookhaven Foundry.

It opened to house orphans from the war, but evolved over the years to accommodate children taken from problematic households.

She stepped near the large gate and peered through to see the large gothic building.

Aside from the few renovations and additions, it's hardly changed, much.

Memories flooded and Ripley frowned as she stared up at the second floor, where her room would've been.

So long ago, she'd always look down to see the children leave with their new families and how she'd always hide in her room, dejected.

It'd eventually be her turn to leave, but not with a traditional family. With no families to adopt them, she, Jamie, and Mercy adopted each other.

Sometimes, Ripley often wondered, what if she or them became the one of the lucky ones.

The day where they'd leave Brookhaven with their own families and experience what life really meant.

Shaking her head, Ripley dejectedly refused to think about it.

It's as good as it gets and Ripley couldn't ask for more.

Sighing, Ripley stepped away from the grate and saw movement in the corner of her eye and turned her head to see someone duck behind a corner.

She followed and turned it, but saw nobody there.

Furrowing her brow, Ripley attempted to follow.

She knew this town from the inside out, there's no way anyone can hide from her.