Over at the Shard, Mahler and Ms Kizlet were by a screen showing Clara's face. "Should we pulp her? Or keep her as a hostage?" Mahler asked his boss.
"There's no point. She's fully integrated now. She can't be downloaded again. I'm sure they know that," Ms Kizlet said.
"I'm not sure they do," Alexei said from his workstation. "One's coming."
The Professor had magically poofed himself a motorcycle and started the long ride to the Shard. As he did, Ms Kizlet, Mahler, and Alexei all watched from Alexei's computer.
"Where did they get the motorcycle?" Alexei said.
"We could stop him, I suppose," Mahler said.
"Why bother? Might be quite funny," Ms Kizlet said.
The Professor stopped outside the Shard and looked up at it when Ms Kizlet took over a guy eating fish and chips. "Really?" he said. "A motorbike?"
The Professor gave a slight smirk. "Thought I'd try something new."
"The building is in lockdown. I'm afraid you're not coming in."
"I do love a challenge." He started the motorcycle again and headed for the building. He waved his hand a few metres off, and the doors unlocked, giving him entrance. Once he was inside, he got off the motorcycle and headed for the elevator, where he got to the top floor. Once there, he walked over to Ms Kizlet. "Now, let's have that chat, shall we?" He asked.
"Excuse me," Ms Kizlet said, heading for her office. "I believe there's someone to see me."
The Professor followed her. "Download her," he said once they got to her office. "Download her back in her body right now."
"I can't," Ms Kizlet said. "Yes, you can."
"She's a fully integrated part of the data cloud now. She can't be separated."
"Then you'll have no choice but to download the entire cloud."
"You realise what would happen?"
"Yes. Everyone with bodies would be able to live their lives again."
"A tiny number. Most would die."
The Professor approached her. "They'd be released from their prison. Besides, everything comes with a price, dearie. This is just a small price for what I get in return."
A strange remark. Ms Kizlet didn't know him quite well, but she did know who spoke in words like that. "Who are you?" she asked. "Why did you ever come here?"
The Professor chuckled and began to take his helmet off. "I have a few tricks up my sleeve, dearie. You see, the Professor and I – we're still at the cafe."
"What are you talking about?" Miss Kizlet asked.
"You use technology to hack. But for me … I've always used magic. And to control people, I've always ripped their hearts out. And machines like your servers are no exception. They all have a command centre, just like the heart. So, here is your motivation, dearie." And with that, the Professor's head began to turn around slowly to reveal a server head and upload her consciousness to their servers.
Both Alexei and Mahler were at the monitors again, looking at the screens' latest addition. Miss Kizlet herself. She was trying to get people to listen to her so she could be downloaded back into her body and was not one bit happy.
"Mahler, she's fully integrated now," Alexei said. "We'd have to download the entire cloud. We can't do that."
"No. We can't," Mahler said.
But what they didn't know was that the 'Professor' server had picked up the tablet and scrolled through till he saw Mahler's page. Then, when he was on his page on the tablet, he raised the obedience level up.
"Do as she says," Mahler ordered Alexei, who went to his keyboard and started to download everyone from the cloud. And when he did, Clara began to awaken.
An hour later, back in the Shard, Ms Kizlet was in front of the monitor. She was planning to tell her client what had happened. And how they had failed. She pressed a button, and the face of Walter Simeon appeared on the screen. "UNIT is here," Ms Kizlet said. "Friends of the Doctor, I presume?"
"Oh, old friends. Very old friends," the Great Intelligence said. "Then I appear to have failed you, Great Intelligence."
"I have feasted on many minds; I have grown. But now, it is time for you to reduce." "You've been whispering in my ear for so long. I'm not sure I remember what I was before."
"Goodbye, Ms Kizlet. I'll make sure to tell my American operatives of you. And everything I have learnt."
Ms Kizlet looked down at her tablet and swiped her way through the many screens till she found the Reset screen. She moved her hand and pressed the button, "RESTORE Factory Settings", which not only erased her mind of the past 60 odd years but of her colleagues too.
The Professor, Mr Gold and Clara arrived back in Storybrooke with the TARDIS had landed in front of the Storybrooke Clock Tower, and, as they exited the ship, the Doctor greeted them.
"Did you manage it?" Mr Gold asked.
The Doctor nodded. "Yes. There's a perception filter around the town. That should keep people from wandering into town. Well, most people."
"But, no one here would know people outside of Storybrooke, right?" Clara asked.
Meanwhile, Greg Mendell had been using his smartphone to record an incident at Regina's house. She talked to Mary Margaret and used magic for ripping out – and put back in – Mary Margaret's heart. And Greg had gotten it on video. He stopped recording once he got the footage he wanted and put his phone away, and ran back to his car, getting inside it. He took out his keys and started the engine before staring at his keychain.
"I'll find you, Dad," he promised to himself. "I promise." He was going to start driving, but he got a call on his phone. He took it out, but he was surprised to see a face staring back at him. It was the face of Walter Simeon. "Who are you?" He asked.
"You will refer to me as the Intelligence," the face said.
"Why are you here? What do you want?"
"I'm here because you are one of the last remnants of the Home Office on this world. I have things to tell you. Things that you need to listen to."
