In the morning, Theodore topped off his breakfast with a fresh pot of coffee that Lila brewed.
He only told her that he's speaking with Lovett, see what else he knew, and Lila asks what she should do in the meantime.
"Keep an eye on things, there's gotta be a reason why they're here, if they're not eating them," Theodore gave Lila her orders while he investigated Lovett.
Al took care of the details last night, Theodore's qualified talking with Lovett, and while Theodore's doing that, Al's got another job, seeing which people in the administration knew about the species and how it affected or benefited them and the names of the people who let it fester.
Theodore wanted names, he's got a point to make, and he's sharpened his to the hilt.
He doubted they'll find anything about the missing orderly, if it's as a guarded secret that Al made it out to be, the orderly's either dead or wishing he were.
Still, Theodore wanted all the information Al's able to muster, he wanted everyone covering this up feeling the heat on them as the scandals broke out about them covering up murders and kidnappings.
"Just don't do anything that gets you thrown behind a padded cell, huh?" Lila reminded Theodore as he pulled on his stitched sleeves, preparing to leave with her back to the hospital, so he may talk with Lovett personally.
Theodore assured her as he flashed his pearly whites that nobody's the wiser, but Lila poked him as she said, "A lot of people are riding these secrets, Theo, you're risking kicking the whole damn hive."
Seeing how his plan involved dragging every guilty party out of their hiding spots and putting them on display, Lila urged him caution, these are secrets worth killing for, and even taking down the administrations who knew about them's bound to cause a ripple effect in the long line of hierarchy.
If Theodore isn't careful, a lot of people in the know's going to know about him, and they're not going to be happy hearing or seeing him.
"All part of the job, Lee," Theodore tells her that he's aware of the risks of people becoming irate that a simple man from the humble hills of Nottinghamshire planned on making their day a bad one.
Sighing as she shook her head, her chestnut hair flowing in the breeze, Lila reminded him that Hammond won't like it that his little brother incited violence among a conspiracy group that might've reached as high as the Vatican, even as a good cause, because of the risks of retaliation.
"Worry not, Lee, I'm a professional," Theodore pointed at himself, but it didn't make Lila any less concern, and it showed on her face as they're walking out of the TARDIS, closing the door behind them as they started their trek back to the hospital.
Glancing around, they noticed that the skies above are a pale white, no sun poking through, the forests casting black shadows, darkness in the deeper parts, couldn't see anything.
There's something different about today than yesterday, something strange, the two felt it instantly after they started walking.
It's enough that Lila held an arm around Theodore's as they walked side-by-side, their eyes darting back and forth as they looked around.
Lovett said the 'fun' starts today, what that means, they're putting in overtime.
"And Lee," Theodore looked towards her as she's waking beside him, "remember what I said."
Nodding, Lila responded that she knows what to do when he orders her, if he says run back to the TARDIS, she runs back to the TARDIS.
"I mean it," Theodore lightly leaned on his authority.
If the cards stacked against them, she's to drop everything she's doing, and run.
"Yeah, yeah," Lila sighs as they approached the building, but something's different, and they noticed that there's orderlies walking around, confused, there's even security guards.
Going up to the property, they're briefly stopped by the security guards before they're waved through by Max.
Mark, one of Theodore's charges, got into a fight with Tommy, Tommy accused him of stealing one of his masks from him, and Mark proclaiming his innocence.
Unfortunately, since Tommy and Mark fought and Mark's now missing, with the belief that Tommy's involved somehow, it's truly a mess for them.
"What do you mean?" Theodore's eyes widened as Max told them that Mark disappeared sometime last night, despite security guards' attempts, they haven't found hm, and they checked every corner of the building and the outside.
"Missing, how?" Lila asks Max as he's waving in the orderlies coming into the building.
Looking back at her, Max responds that he doesn't know, security went back on the tapes, but they didn't see anything, and his bedroom door remained locked after the last bed check.
Due to the altercation with Tommy, they're holding him under suspicion, at least until they find anything conclusive.
Hearing this, it made Lila share a look with Theodore before they're told that they're supposed to work through this until otherwise, and they collected their respected badges before splitting off, immediately they saw the patients reacting negatively to the disappearance of Mark, that orderlies struggled keeping them calm while doctors and nurses administer their medications.
As he's walking to Lovett's room, Theodore's stopped by Nancy, with dark circles under her eyes softly illuminated from the light above them.
"What's wrong?" Theodore asks her, seeing her eyes darting back and forth, afraid, and Nancy yanked him by his arm, pulling him towards the empty art area, pushed him through the doorway, checked behind them, before she told him what'd happen just before Tommy disappeared.
In a whisper, Nancy told him, "He stole Tommy's mask, I told him not to, but he said he'd give it back. I tried to tell him, but he wouldn't listen. He just wanted to play a prank."
Mark indeed stole Tommy's mask from his room during the rare times he wasn't in his room, having gone to a session with his doctor, and when asked, Nancy said that Mark wanted to pull a prank on the security guards.
"Which mask was it?" Theodore asked her what mask it was and she responded that it was one of Tommy's newest creations.
Mark said that the security guards were always jumpy at night, he told Nancy himself that they never liked going outside, so much they play poker just to get out of doing patrols outside.
He knew this because he stayed up late multiple times during a bout with insomnia and personal choice, overhearing them as they passed by the bedrooms including his. They always said that they're afraid of bumping into something in the middle of the night.
They mentioned not wanting to end up "like the other guy."
The way they said it, made it seem that whatever happened, didn't end well, and the security guards hated going outside at night for that reason.
Furrowing his brow, Theodore inquired more and Nancy responded that Mark always said things, like that the security guards always acted like something's out to get them, and how grateful they were when they left after their shifts.
How they envied people not having to work through the night, grumbling how they wished the administrations allow them shifts in the daytime.
"Did you see anything?" Theodore asks if Nancy saw anything and she frowns as she tells him that she didn't, it was pitch black outside, couldn't see anything, and with no lights, it's a wall of darkness.
Mark wanted to sneak outside and tap on the windows near the security guards, just to scare them, because they swore hearing tapping noises at night.
Added to their fears, that they even sat away from the windows, and never went near them on patrols. Kept the blinds over them, just so they didn't risk looking out.
He thought because they wouldn't go outside, he'd sneak back into his room without anyone knowing.
Nobody checks the cameras.
"Really?" Theodore's intrigued when he heard that apparently, the security guards have a habit of not looking through the cameras, despite it their jobs.
Nodding, Nancy's brown curly hair bobbing in the breeze, she confirmed that Mark boasted that if he wanted, he'd sneak out, go into town, come back, nobody's the wiser.
Frowning, Theodore's mystified that the security guards didn't keep watch of the cameras, something unusual, and Nancy says they only check them if the doctors or nurses were up and around, but if there's no one, they watch TV.
Checking the time and seeing the hallway slowly becoming busier, Theodore ended their conversation, not wanting Nancy getting into trouble.
"Go, if anything happens, come find me," Theodore tells Nancy that if she needed help, he's one police box away, confused her, but she thanked him all he same.
He left with her and they splintered off, returning to his main mission in finding Lovett.
His large hands in his stitched pockets, Theodore walked down the hallway towards Lovett's room, door closed as usual, and he went towards it, knocking on the door.
"Mr. Lovett, I've come to see you," Theodore tells him.
Lovett opened the slit in the door as he immediately responded, "You've come to ask me questions."
Nodding, Theodore said he indeed wanted to see Lovett, but guessed that the odd man deduced he would've come back.
"He's gone, isn't he?" Lovett asks about Mark and Theodore responded that he is and if Lovett saw anything.
A light chuckle, Lovett said that he hadn't been outside his room in weeks, they keep bars on his window.
"I could escape, you know, I've been trained in the art," Lovett admitted he's capable of escaping on his own, but unable doing so, the administration, it has orders that if he's caught outside his room, they're instructed to shoot him with tranqs.
"They really don't like you," Theodore noted the administration held a deep-seated grudge against Lovett and he acknowledged it.
He sighed with, "If they didn't, I'd be dead already."
Only reason he's not dead's because of the work he did getting under the administration's skin.
They can't kill him, because they knew it'd easily tie back to them, but even if they can't kill him, they can imprison him, and write him off as a psycho.
"Should shave my head!" Lovett commented that he might as well shave his head bald, play the supposed part better.
Exhaling sharply, Theodore asks, "How do you know about the females?"
Lovett instantly responds with, "I just know."
Thinking, Theodore asks if he knows anything about them, anything that's useful knowing.
The door opened inward, allowing Theodore through the doorway, inside, the room's shrouded in darkness, the light doesn't work, Lovett said, he couldn't get anyone to fix it.
"They're highly aggressive, fast, if you see a blur in the corner of your eye, you're already dead," Lovett tells Theodore that their threat's unlike their male counterparts.
The male counterparts want nothing more than live in peace, hunting the sick and lame animals, occasional humans, they're less inclined chasing after healthy humans, unless they're angered.
Suppose that's why they always seem slow and methodical if someone catches sight of them, evolved to hunt the sick and lame, no reason for speed if their kills can't escape them.
Though make no mistake, in bursts, they're still fast.
His point was, they're passive to an extent, only going on the offense when threatened.
The female counterparts, however, weren't like this.
They're exceptionally fast and agile, but they don't have the same biology as their counterparts, their claws have no toxins. Rather, they evolved with an unusual trait that makes them even more dangerous than the males.
"Are you aware of nightshade poisoning?" Lovett inquired if Theodore's aware of the symptoms of nightshade poisoning.
Slowly nodding his head, his wild hair bobbing, Theodore responds he knows of it, and Lovett says that even though they don't hunt like their male counterparts, they still have ways defending themselves.
"Their bites, you'll suffer acute nightshade poisoning," Lovett warned Theodore about their bites.
The females eat copious amounts of nightshade, their salvia comprised mostly of it, and their teeth formed like a snake's, if they bite someone, it's not only painful, but deadly.
Despite their unusual anatomy, they suffer from the poisoning constantly, their behavouir stemming from the excess poisoning.
"What do they want?" Theodore sees Lovett pacing around the darkened room, his arms behind his back.
As he paced around the prison he called his bedroom, Lovett responded that they take people.
Not to eat or consume portions for self-defense.
To turn them.
Hence, they're more dangerous than their male counterparts. Evolved to pick up grown adults and carry them for extended periods of time, capable of picking up speed within seconds.
Problem comes when, they're choosy about who they take with them whenever they start hunting.
They don't take everyone and they're prone to dispersing anyone that they perceive in their way, violently, Lovett should add.
Lovett couldn't explain it, but he said that they have a way of knowing.
He does know, that they've been around this area for generations, now, and they propagated.
"There's a reason for everything," Lovett summed.
He stepped closer to Theodore and he's able to see him as he turned on the lights in his room.
Roughly tall as Theodore, he looked as young as him, but it's hard to tell, long curly chestnut hair that goes above his shoulder, defined face, dark eyes that looked into Theodore's icy blue eyes.
"Do I know you?" Theodore asks him.
As he stood in front of Theodore, Lovett responds with a cryptic, "Not yet."