The couple went to Patata as he sharpened a knife, readying to start supper, roast pig with the sides fit for a king, and they asked him questions regarding the spectral menace.

As he sharpened the knife, Patata explained that he never encountered the spectral menace, nor experienced any anomalies.

"Does Liliana and Melia have any enemies?" Matt inquired if this all an attempt to scare them by unsavory characters who sought to relish in their fright.

Shaking his entire body, Patata stated that the ladies of the house never had enemies, everyone in the village loved them, and they mostly kept to themselves.

"Did they at least have any troubles with anyone, maybe not enemies exactly, but someone who felt sore with them?" Ripley inquired about the possibility of someone feeling slighted by the women and wanting their revenge.

It could've been any number of reasons and there's always opportunities for someone with a loose screw to suddenly target them for no particular reason other than their unwell mind declaring war on them.

"I must assure you; no one is slighted by the ladies and if there were any problems, I'd take care of them," Patata raised his knife in his declaration to protect his employers from anyone who'd attempt harm.

Matt inquired how come Patata never saw the spectral menace or experienced any anomalies.

Patata told him that he doesn't know, but it could've been because he's a Sontaran, they don't believe in frivolous things unless they see the proof in their eyes, and how to destroy it.

"Well, just to help us with the timeline, what time do you usually go to your quarters at night?" Ripley asked Patata as he reached into a sack and brought out a potato.

As Patata studied the potato and put it in a wash basket in the tub, he told her that he always went to bed at exactly 10 PM after finishing his duties for the night.

"You do any gardening, at all?" Matt asked him.

Patata said he tried, but his limited mobility kept him from being a good gardener, so Liliana and Melia did the gardening while he tended the other duties.

"Just so we're clear, you never saw anyone hanging around the estate that shouldn't be?" Matt gestured.

Patata fetched more potatoes and shoved them in the basket as he told Matt that he never noticed anyone in his duties and neither ladies brought it up.

"So, nobody has any reason to do this," Ripley frowned.

Patata nodded limitedly.

He pleasantly asked for the couple to leave the kitchen, he needed to get supper started.

Thanking him, the couple left the kitchen and wandered around the manor, looking for clues.

"Okay, so no enemies, that we know of," Matt frowned.

Ripley looked at him as she said, "The only thing that stuck out is the thunderstorm."

The strange occurrences only started after that and haven't stopped since.

She didn't know when the events would've stopped or if they're ever going to stop.

"Who or whatever it is tried to contact Melia," Matt sighed.

Melia encountered the spectral menace twice and not sure why.

"Haven't showed up for Liliana or the Spud," Ripley pointed out.

It's curious and Matt crossed his arms as he tried to think about the reasoning behind the selective appearances.

"Well, he definitely wants to say something. What that is, I don't know," Matt mulled over their situation.

He stopped for a moment and said he'll go back to the TARDIS and run some scans. Maybe it'll know what they're dealing with.

"If it's alright, I want you to stay in the manor until I get back, just in case our ghost shows up, again," Matt requested Ripley to stay put while he goes and scans the surrounding area.

Ripley nodded, her loose auburn hair bobbed as she watched him turn and leave for the front door.

As Matt left for the TARDIS, Ripley took the time to investigate the manor more, and looked around as she tried to come up with reasons while this happened.

"What are you trying to tell her?" Ripley wondered.

If Melia's telling the truth, it's not anyone she knows.

There weren't any enemies or slights, so that's off the table, no chance for any overzealous developers trying their hardest to force the couple to sell the land.

The storm caused something to happen, that's all they know.

Walking around the manor, Ripley passed by the countless art pieces that Liliana bought over the years.

If Ripley estimated, she passed by millions of pounds worth of art pieces, but the way Liliana told it, money's not the object in this. Nothing's ever taken, just strewn about.

Not money, land, or any of that, almost made this situation look random more than anything.

Liliana said it wasn't paranormal in nature, she sounded certain of this, and if her history of the manor's correct, this wasn't the work of a ghostly sheep herder who felt strongly about the manor taking up the land used for herding.

"Stranger and stranger," Ripley mused.

She continued walking until she entered a dead-end hallway with a window at the end of it.

Going towards it, Ripley peered out see her overlooking the garden.

Her dark eyes scanned the area when she caught sight of an outline of a man standing by the cherry blossom tree, looking up at her.

Studying the man, he didn't match Melia's description, instead he looked different from her accounts.

Tall and lanky with broad shoulders, his face obscured by the low hanging branches, but Ripley still sees his non-crinkled suit, a blue suit.

Ripley felt eyes on her, but she couldn't see his eyes, faintly there's a breeze and she caught quick glimpses of his eyes.

Darkened from the shade, those eyes, they almost looked illuminated.

She saw his pale skin, his skin so pale, his black veins pushed against it, saw his lips, stoic.

Ripley couldn't tell how old the man was since the branches hid his face but as the wind moved them, she saw him opening his mouth, but she couldn't hear him from the second story window.

Don't know why, but her body went cold and her vision slightly blurred, just enough to watch the strange man disappear.

Gone, like her memory of him, like he was never there to begin with.

Her vision returned to normal, but her body cold, still.

She barely felt an arm on her shoulder as Matt turned her around, feeling her cheeks, and heard him exclaim that she's freezing cold.

"Ripley, you're like an ice cube!" Matt held her close, hoping to transfer his body heat to her as she felt like ice in a warm manor.

Blinking, Ripley felt herself warming up, when Matt pulled away, he asked what she was doing and she shook her head.

She said she was looking for clues and how he was doing on his part.

"Definitely some disturbance," Matt told her as he led her away from the window.

As they walked, Matt told her of his discovery and how he said there's an energy displacement in the manor.

"Well, how do we get rid of it?" Ripley asked him.

Matt replied thoughtfully that he came up with a device to trap the spectral menace, at least until they can figure out what's going on and how to safely dissipate the disturbance without causing bodily harm or structural damages to the manor.

Even with the money Mallory willed them, it's not going to be enough to repair the manor if Matt's calculations wasn't correct.

"If we can find him, we can trap him," Matt held up the handheld device for Ripley to see.

It looked almost like a handheld used to check electrical currents without the attached prongs, dials and buttons, green illuminated screen with the statistics ongoing as he held it around, scanning for any disturbances.

"I don't know how're we going to do that, the manor's huge, we're not going to be able to reasonably run from Point A to Point C in a timely matter," Ripley brought up a good point.

Matt gave her a toothy grin and showed her the little discs he has in his pockets.

"Stick 'em wherever he's seen, should hold him until we run into the room," Matt showed her the discs that easily stuck to walls and floors without leaving residue and no trouble removing them when the work's done.

Shoving them back in his pockets, Matt glanced up at Ripley.

"You okay?" Matt frowned as he looked at her.

Ripley shrugged and said that she felt fine.

He pointed out she was freezing cold when he found her, almost in a daze when he turned her around.

"I don't know," Ripley sighed.

She chalked it up to probably those disturbances. Maybe caused a temperature change and meddled with Ripley's senses for a period before Matt snapped her back to reality.

"Let me know if anything changes, hm?" Matt kissed her on the side of her head as he walked with her towards the known hotspots of the hauntings, placing the discs where Melia said she'd seen the strange man.

It took work, the couple split off to put the discs everywhere the spectral menace appeared and caused disarray.

After they finished, Matt said if he ever appeared, the handheld'll set off and tell them exactly what room he appeared.

"All we have to do's wait," Matt sighed as he shoved his hands in his tweed pocket as he looked at the discs hidden throughout the room.

When the entity reappears, they'll get to the bottom of it.

Patata appeared before them to tell them that supper's served and that the ladies of the manor requested their presence.

Nodding, Matt left the room with Ripley and reentered the dining room with plentiful food on the table and plates set out.

"Are you having fun?" Liliana inquired about Matt's plan.

As he took his seat across from Ripley, Matt told Liliana about his plan and how to capture the spectral menace.

"I'm curious, did you notice anything missing since this started?" Ripley inquired if the spectral menace remained corporeal enough to take something from Liliana.

Liliana shook her head as Patata poured them drinks.

She said that when the incidents started, she did an inventory on everything that she owned.

"Well, I'm not understanding why this is happening. There has to be a reason," Matt frowned as he pondered.

They ruled out everything that came to mind.

Liliana's affirmed that it's not a paranormal ghost.

"What do you do 'round here, anyway?" Ripley asked Liliana.

Elegantly, Liliana described that her business' antiques and relics, everything in her manor's salvaged or bought. Paperwork always in order and Liliana didn't want any issues resulting her buying and salvaging.

"Oh! We're antique experts, aren't we, Rip?" Matt's eyes lit up.

While they're at a lost about the situation, antiquing's definitely in their ballpark!

Ripley reminded him they haven't discovered a lost Rene or other, but nodded as she told Liliana about their business in antiquing.

"Wonderful, always knew you had that air about you, Doctor," Liliana smiled as she raised the wine glass up to her lips.

Melia excitedly said that Liliana's great with antiquing and they've been to several antique shows all across the country.

"There anything you bought recently?" Ripley asked Liliana about any relics or other she bought before the incidents started.

Liliana explained that one trip they took, she went to an auction house alone, Melia gotten sick and stayed back at their hotel while she went.

"Just furniture," Liliana shook her head.

When Liliana went to the auction house, it was all furniture, some very nice ones that she bought, but other than that. Nothing could've been the cause of disturbances.

Patata served the roast to everyone, filling their plates to brim with food, before he took a seat with his large plate of food.

Sontaran needed more food than an average human and Silurian combined.

As Ripley and Matt ate, they discussed more details about the goings in Liliana's life.

A simple story of rags to riches, Liliana made her fortune with the little money she had, with it, proved naysayers wrong.

Nobody thought a woman could've amassed such a fortune on her own merits, especially Silurian.

Liliana played the stock and won, used money that to invest in low-risk investments, donated quite a bit to local charities, and lived off the interest from it ever since.

"Wow, you've got everything!" Ripley mused at the fact that in two decades, Liliana got to where she was.

Admittedly, Ripley made a decent profit off her shop and she did try to donate to charities here and there, but not in the extent that Liliana amassed.

Liliana smiled as she reached over and grabbed Melia's hand.

She added as she smiled, "Money wasn't all I amassed, my dear. Friends, too."

Melia giggled as Liliana gingerly touched her hand with her green scaly hand.

"I mean, all this money, how're you not on someone's list?" Ripley brought up the fact that the more money someone had, the more of a target they become.

Retracting her hand, Liliana raised her glass as she stated that nobody threatened her, if they did, they'll wish they didn't.

Patata's good when she didn't want to fight herself, but bad things happen she does fight.

"I was a soldier, my dear, no threats go unnoticed," she explained.

Liliana served in the army for many years, came out with only the armored suit on her back before she started scrounging for the few pounds she could.

If there's anything she kept close to her chest, it's the values of being a soldier.

It's the reason she's so calm about the spectral menace.

In the distance there's a low rumble and a loud crash, nearly made Ripley and Matt jump.

Sighing, Liliana calmed them and said it's just an approaching storm. The thunder's louder at her estate because they're on a higher elevation.

"The pains of spring, the storms," Liliana sighed as she stuck pieces of the roast pig in her mouth.