Chief Inspector Banks and his troop still have no success in entering the gatekeep. They tried everything they could think of to unlock the iron door. One officer tried to strike the door down with himself, only to severely injure his shoulder. Two other police constables took him to the hospital. Another surmised that the doorknob is tampered with. Banks begins wondering if Inspector Dalloway has better luck when the portal opens. While he doesn't notice this, he's incredulous once he sees Zari and Gideon standing there. "Who are you? Where did you come from?"

"My name's Zari. This is Gidget," the Iranian-American woman introduced. "We came to help."

"That's very much appreciative, but we don't enable civilians to associate in our cases."

"Well, we heard that there's a door problem." Banks raises an eyebrow. He can tell that these prying women did not appear like handymen—er, handywomen. Their clothes are not fitting for the job in his opinion. He surveys the crowbar and the rifle in their hands. He also recalls not requesting the assistance of a local handyman, especially this late at night.

"How, may I ask, can you assist with those," he inquired, pointing at the women's accessories. The officers mumble among themselves as Zari approaches the door. She lodges the wide end of the lever in the door lock and pushes on it. Two willing constables offer to help her. They continue pressing it down until a loud click is heard; the door opens a crack. Zari holds on the crowbar, while Banks strokes his bristly chin. "Impressive. We have an additional set of officers seeking for another admittance."

"I'll go find them," Gideon volunteered.

"Do you not want a map of the castle?"

She pleasantly responded, "I don't have a need for that. I have the entire layout transferred in my head." She jogs off to track Inspector Dalloway and her team down. A fuddled Banks stares on at her. Zari nonchalantly asked, "Are you coming?" She points at the remainder of his squad going in the gatekeep. A thought popped in his mind, but he dismissively shakes his head as they walk inside.

Spooner is inside the Great Keep, breathing heavily. Her upper arm was cut by one of the spears thrown at her. She strips her blazer and tears a sleeve of her shirt off. Laying her gun down, she bandages the deep graze with the rip-off sleeve and check out her surroundings. The darkness in the tall tower is patchy with light beaming from the open windows and door. She groaned, "I'd have to run to the one tower without stairs." Shadowy figures begin creeping on the wall.

"There you are," Owen called with a smirk and crossed arms. He and his allies encircle her against the wall. Spooner reaches for her rifle, but Oliver and Thomas quickly restrain her. They peg her face first to the dirt. She squirms, trying to break free from their grasp. The white-hooded onlookers seem uncomfortable, but Owen laughs derisively at her failed attempts. "You didn't think you're going to escape, were you?"

"I kind of hoped. You see, I'm a decoy."

Thomas sarcastically inquired, "For whom?"

"Pardon the intrusion," a familiar Welsh male voice echoed. Owen, Thomas, and Oliver drop their jaws upon seeing the former captives blocking the entrance.

"How did you escape," Oliver exclaimed.

"We have ourselves an angel in disguise," Alun answered.

"Get the hell off of her," a female voice growled from behind them. A fuming Astra steps forward.

"What are you going to do if we don't," Thomas mocked.

"Not me, she." Astra points at her best friend. Gradually comprehending the subtle hint, Spooner's grimace changes to an eerie smirk.

"How tough are you two walking on nails," she inquired. "Every step you take, you'll feel nothing but excruciating pain as they prick your feet all at once." As she fills this image in their minds, Oliver and Thomas glance down and discover hard nails pointing upwards to their feet. They scream in agony, flinching and stomping to no point of escape. Spooner rushes to her friends' side as soon as they lose their grip on her. In view of everyone else, they only appear like they are trampling in place.

Owen is increasingly annoyed. "Would you buffoons stop jumping around? There are no nails," he told the still-jittery goons.

"It felt so real," Thomas complained. Oliver validates his words, while he checks for holes in the soles of his feet. "Wicked."

"Don't stand there. Take them down," an exasperated Owen lashes at the accompanying onlookers. They were about to do so, until one of them, a youth, smells something burning. He steps out of the hollow tower and everyone tread behind him. They follow his concerned gaze to the unattended bonfire, which is now uncontrollable. Everyone rushes to the courtyard when they instantly remember those who are still there, namely Lars and every immobilized person.

During the time, Lars and the remaining turnout regain their mobility. Banks, Zari, and the seven constables have entered in the courtyard. They usher the now-conscious patrons out of the way after they noticed the fire. The smoke covers a good portion of the sky. The fire has scorched the ground, ruining a third of the grass and reaching a painted map of Wales. The chief inspector instructed, "Find some water immediately before it spreads." The officers found large plastic pails in the gift shop and filled them with water from the river. Only a small percent of the wild flames was doused. Some of the patrons offered a hand in ceasing the fire and saving the map. Lars sees Zari assisting in the cause. He glares at her upon recognizing her ethnicity; he can't spring an attack with the police present.

Banks is stressing out from the current situation. He watches one of the male constables flirting with a hooded female patron. He reprimanded, "What are you doing, Ashton? We have a fire, and you're busy being a lollygagging flirt. Move it." Ashton moves away, and the patron glares at Banks for sending him away.

Zari pulls him aside and tries to calm him down. She said, "Breathe, okay? We have an extra set of hands."

"I know that, miss, but it's not enough. I didn't expect this night to go like this."

"Where I'm from, my friends and I—we're accustomed to the unexpected."

"You mean America?"

"More or less." Sounds of approaching footsteps are heard behind them. They turn around and regard her brother, his girlfriend, and their friends coming their way. Once they're in close proximity of each other, Zari quickly hugs Behrad and Gwyn & acknowledges Alun, Angus, and Gary. Spooner and Astra are not surprised that she left the ship. "Guys, we need to smother this fire, so that painting won't get destroyed," she informed them.

Spooner asked, "Have everyone there evacuated?"

"Yes." Banks notes the group of eccentrics and silently perceives their interactions as harmless.

The wheels in his head start to turn as Behrad peers at his totem bracelet. "Spooner, remember the power transferal trick you used at your mother's house?"

"Are you suggesting..." He affirms with a nod. "I haven't done that in months and with this amount of people—"

"At this point, we need all hands on deck. Z, Officer, gather everyone here and have them surround the area." Zari and Banks convey the order. Once all seven officers and the volunteering patrons rejoin them, Behrad proceeds to launch an air blast at the flames. "Spooner, now."

Pushing her reservations aside, she transfers his aerokinesis into everyone. Seeing the plan is working, they walk on the burnt grass and persist on. Soon enough, the fire dies just before it touches the map's border. Cheers escalate from the hooded patrons to the police. The Legends smile proudly at Behrad and Spooner, who tried (& failed) to do a high-five due to height difference. After the excitement dwindles down, Banks questioned, "How on Earth did the fire even evoked?"

"Vandrake threw his torch to prevent those folks from leaving," revealed the female patron, who was flirting with Constable Ashton. Owen scowls at her, while his boss slaps her face. She yelps from the resulting soreness. Oliver and Thomas tried to sneak away, only for the nearby officers to apprehend them.

The provoker targets his Glock at the Legends with the ill intent to eliminate them. When he's about to pull the trigger, someone ordered, "Don't shoot!" The voice belongs to Inspector Dalloway. Guided by Gideon, she and her squad entered the castle through the cavern and the Great Hall to the courtyard. They subsequently arrest him and Owen & collect everyone donning a cloak for an interrogation.

Banks claimed, "Mr. Murdock, I'm sure your family are worried sick about you." Angus agrees and walks with him.

Gideon stands from her astounded family. Astra is ironically confused and displeased that she defied her. "Gideon, I told you and Zari to be on standby."

She justified, "The exterior doors were barricaded. We couldn't be unhelpful at a time of distress." She hands her rifle off to her reasonable maternal figure.

Thunderstruck over the glimpse of her, Gary murmured, "Sweetie?"

Gideon turns and fixates her grey eyes on her boyfriend. The incredulity on his face quickly changes into a wide smile. Though he's bruised and dirty as Behrad, Alun, Gwyn, and Angus, she is overjoyed that he's still alive. She run and throws her arms around his neck. He wraps his arms around her waist, although he winces a bit. Lars and his equally perturbed cronies witness the sweet moment as they are escorted out. Thomas wondered aloud, "The alien has a bird?"

"Lucky bastard," Oliver jealously mumbled.