Setting up in the study, Matt worked with Ripley to set up for the final showdown between them and the spectral menace. They've reworked the discs to catch both entities separately and keep them from fusing together, "like the fly movie."

There's work done in ensuring that whatever nearly attacked Ripley couldn't escape from the trap and Matt worked to ensure that when it's caught, it won't do it ever again, and he planned to send it to the dead zone of the universe, give it something to ponder while floating aimlessly in negative weather and no oxygen.

Melia, Liliana, and Patata worked with them to set up the traps to funnel the one entity that Melia seen so he couldn't easily escape without giving them his side of the story. It also ensured that when they send the entity that Ripley seen away, it won't take him with it.

"It's like playing Mouse Trap!" Melia compared it to the board game as she assisted Ripley in putting up enclosures to keep both entities from possibly attacking them when they're forcibly brought into their world.

It'll take a while to properly check everything as they're set up, but Matt's hopeful about his plan. He wanted this to end for Liliana's sake and for Ripley's, especially.

"Ladies, what shall we do if both entities prove dangerous?" Patata brought up a possibility of both entities attempting to attack them at both points even with the walls up.

Liliana assured the Sontaran butler that if there's even a chance of them broaching the walls and escaping the transfer to dead zone, she'll take care of them personally.

She wasn't just saying it to sound tough, she brought down from the attic something from her time in the army. A plasma gun with a calibrated percentage and modified rounds, whatever or whoever tries to show dissonance won't like her very much when she turns her plasma gun on them.

"Now, remember, I'm not sure who or what will come through them, so we have to make sure we have the right one in holding and the other readied for the dead zone," Matt said to them as he ran around, checking their work.

Once he's certain everything's set up properly, he disappeared into the TARDIS and worked to ready for it to artificially create the energy the entities reacted towards before stepping out of the TARDIS once again.

He gave everyone their part in the plan to work.

There's a hint of fear in Matt's voice as he described how the plan worked, especially when he discussed it in details.

The entities appeared before two people Melia and Ripley.

Ripley's only one who seen the second one and Melia never did.

Melia seen the man twice and Ripley saw him once.

The plan involved them drawing out the respected entities.

Melia drew out the man.

… Ripley drew out the black and white Victor incarnate.

Matt didn't want this, but it only appeared to Ripley, and might not do the same for Melia.

So, he unhappily asked for Ripley's help in drawing it out.

"You're both going to be alone in this," Matt told Melia and Ripley.

It wouldn't work if they huddled together, so Melia and Ripley needed to go alone.

Matt figured they'd try where they seen the respected entities and try to lure them out there.

When they materialized, the trap should instantly drag them away without them physically touching the women.

"However, Liliana and Patata will be there if things get a bit hairy," Matt clicked his tongue against his teeth as he told the women that while he worked in the TARDIS, Liliana and Patata watched them from afar, only intervening if the entities successfully tries to touch them.

Raising her plasma gun, Lilliana assured Matt that nothing will happen to Melia on her watch.

His dark green eyes looked towards Patata and he pulled a thin long dagger from his inner coat pocket and held it outward.

"I will protect Lady Ripley with my life, Doctor!" Patata gave his word that if anything happens, he will not hesitate to put himself between Ripley and the entity.

Acknowledging it, Matt thanked Patata.

With the plan explained, Matt disappeared into the TARDIS while Ripley and Melia went to the known locations of the respected entities.

The thinking that if they were there before, there's still residue energy lingering from them, so all Matt needed to do was focus on that and bring them to the desirable traps using it.

Splintering off, Ripley went towards the bedroom and into the loo, standing near the sink with her back facing the mirror, looking at the spot where she saw him.

She heard Patata near the doorway, ready to rush in at a moment's notice if things don't go according to plan.

Ripley tried to not hold her breath as she assured herself that Matt would've done everything in his power to ensure the entity didn't get her.

On her mind, she wondered how it knew what Victor looked like, yet didn't seem to capture the colour.

She didn't have any odd dreams and she didn't recall seeing or hearing something out of ordinary before the encounter.

Made no sense to her and she wondered what it had to do with the man who saved her as he somehow grabbed the black and white Victor and dragged him away.

It's silent in the loo, nothing out of place, there's no water in the bathtub as Matt drained it.

Crossing her arms, trying to keep herself calm, Ripley's dark eyes looked around as she dreadfully waited for the reappearance of the black and white Victor.

Nothing's happening, but she felt the air changing from the TARDIS amping up the artificial energy. Sent her hairs on the back of her neck standing up as the energy surged.

Patata called into the loo and Ripley told him that she's fine.

Her eyes rested on the spot she saw the black and white Victor, waiting for him to appear, but he never did.

Patata didn't come in and tell her that he's been trapped, no mention from Matt, thus far, the black and white Victor's nowhere.

Ripley didn't know what was supposed to happen, anything could've happened, really.

Nervous, she paced around the area near the sink, looking at the spot, waiting for something to happen.

Her eyes narrowed on the spot, she didn't sense anything out of the ordinary, and she immediately froze in her spot as she felt an ominous presence. So strong, her body reacted to her without her doing.

Looking everywhere, she didn't see where the black and white Victor appeared. Yet, the ominous presence loomed and made Ripley increasingly nervous.

It came to mind, something she didn't want to do.

Slowly, Ripley turned her whole body towards the only thing in the loo she didn't check.

The mirror.

She didn't want to, but she knew from her days watching old horror movies, that if a supernatural or other entity isn't showing up in front of her, it's always possible that it's behind her.

Her dark eyes moved towards the mirror, no longer fogged up as Patata cleaned the mirror earlier in the day while she and Matt were elsewhere.

The mirror, it's pitch black.

Ripley stepped backwards as her eyes locked with the mirror.

She couldn't see anything in the mirror and it wasn't burnt up or anything of the sort that would've explained the blackness.

It's when Ripley noticed something moving in the mirror that she realized to her horror.

It's in the mirror.

Ripley watched in horror as he pushed himself against the mirror his dark hollow eyes looking straight at hers. His smile, there's something different about it.

It wasn't his demented smile, but something else.

Amusement.

He's… amused.

Something else.

As Ripley looked at him, she quickly realized that whatever this was, couldn't properly replicate Victor. It got most of the things about him right, but there's things wrong about it. The more she helplessly watched, the more she concluded that whatever it is, didn't get into her head.

Patata rushed in with his knife held up the moment the black and white Victor punched through the mirror and pulled it inward.

It didn't shatter like a mirror should, it pulled inward like plastic, shining as he yanked it towards him, creating a black hole in the mirror.

His black and white arm slowly moved out of the hole as he attempted to push his way through and Patata came at him with the knife, shouting in his native tongue.

Patata slashed at the invading black and white Victor with the knife, attempting to stab it through the hand.

It didn't work, instead, it gone through the hand, but no blood came out, to Patata's horror as he retracted the knife, the hole he left in the hand fused together, like he did nothing.

Ripley rushed as she grabbed Patata and pulled him away, missing the fist from the other hand as the black and white Victor tried to punch him at the side of the side.

The mirror warped as he pushed himself through, slowly he stepped down from the sink as he stared down at Patata and Ripley with his hollow eyes.

Readying his knife, Patata lunged at him, but he caught the knife with his hands. Slowly, he pulled Patata up with the knife in his hands and threw him to the side.

Patata flew into the bathtub with a loud thud and cracked the bathtub as he's dazed.

Thinking on her feet, Ripley ran to grab the metal towel rack on the wall, she struggled but she tore it from the brackets and turned her head to see the black and white Victor slowly making his way towards Patata, ready to finish him off.

"No!" Ripley lunged at the black and white Victor and pummeled him with the towel rack. Continuously, Ripley swung it at him until he sharply turned around and grabbed it from her mid swing.

His smile turned into a scowl and as he held the towel rack in his one hand, he raised another and wagged his finger at Ripley.

Pulling on the towel rack, he forced it away from Ripley and threw it to the side as he slowly walked towards her, his arms swaying in the breeze, casually, as he continued his walk.

Ripley walked backwards, giving her distance from the black and white Victor, putting him in the spot where he stood before the man pulled him away.

Counting down in her head, Ripley hoped for a miracle to happen because she didn't want to flee and leave Patata behind.

Keeping her distance and keeping Patata safe as he slowly recovered from the daze, Ripley watched as the black and white Victor tried moving towards her, but as she looked down at his feet, they're stuck to the ground.

Looking down himself, the black and white Victor tried yanking his feet off the ground, but no matter what, he couldn't free his feet.

As Ripley watched, she caught sight of Patata standing up, groggy, and ran around the black and white Victor as she went to help Patata stand.

He's heavy, but the adrenaline running through Ripley's veins helped her push him up and help him lean on her as they slowly went around the black and white Victor as he tried to free his feet, annoyed.

"Come on, come on," Ripley huffed as she helped Patata walk.

She stopped momentary when she heard a low ominous voice coming from the black and white Victor, "Freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeemaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnnn."

It wasn't Victor's voice.

She knows his voice from the back of her hand.

This sounded nothing like him.

Refined, too posh for even Victor, and he sounded foreign himself.

It didn't detract from the fact that he knew her surname, however.

In a flash of sudden light, Patata shielded Ripley as the loo's enveloped in the bright light.

So bright, none of them can see, and forced to close their eyes.

When they finally did, the black and white Victor vanished.

Hastily, Ripley helped Patata out of the loo and down the stairs, hurrying towards Liliana and Melia as they stood near the kitchen.

Liliana ran towards them with her plasma gun holstered and asked what happened. She's shocked as Patata and Ripley told her that the entity tore through the loo mirror and tried to get at them, stopped by the trap sending it away.

Relieved, Liliana said that in the kitchen, the trap captured one of them and it sounded like the man as they're hearing muffled nosies and banging coming from the kitchen.

"Then, that'd mean he's in the other trap," Ripley tensed up thinking about the black and white Victor in the other trap.

She heard footfall and turned her head to see Matt coming towards them.

"Okay, they're trapped. Good. Good. Now, let's see what's in door number one," Matt went into the kitchen as the others followed him inside.

He went up to the walls and slowly unlocked them.

"Open it up already!" Matt heard a Scottish man angrily shout through the crevice.

Pulling the hatch opened, Matt's pushed backwards by a man gasping.

Stumbling into Ripley's arms, Matt looked at the man as he coughed.

He's as tall as him, wore a brown long coat, blue suit, white collared shirt, and a red bow tie.

"Any more time in that and I'd suffocate!" the man coughed as he exhaled sharply before pushing up his glasses.

He studied the room and froze as he looked at Matt as he looked back.

"Oh, it's… oh! You!" the man pointed at him.

Matt's confused and the man pointed at himself.

"Doncha recognize me?" the man asks him.

Matt shook his head.

Sighing, the man jogged his memory.

"I was the one who helped you send those angels away, remember?" the man stated.

Matt roused as he pointed at the man.

"You're the Doctor?" Matt's surprised.

He nods as he affirmed, he is.

"Well, kinda am, kinda not, but semantics aside," the Doctor waved his hand.

Liliana pushed through and stomped near the Doctor angrily.

"I should've known it was your doing!" Liliana hissed at him.

She didn't hesitate and slapped him.

The Doctor recoiled and yanked off his glasses, angered that Liliana would've hit someone wearing glasses.

"How about this?" Melia stomped towards him and slapped him without his glasses.

The Doctor, unamused said, "Well, not any better."