The TARDIS scanner showed an image of DNA spiral.
"What's that? Aye, recalled... What's so special about it? It's just a human DNA". Jamie was secretly hoping that he didn't mix up the clever scientific names again.
"Human. With a makeweight". The Doctor traced his finger along the image, and Jamie saw that something was definitely wrong with this double spiral. Actually it wasn't double, it was triple - one of its halves had a "companion": a hardly seen third spiral close to it, so it didn't cross with the single spiral. "Our kid client is a hybrid. And not just a hybrid. Mostly human, but partly Timelord".
"Timelord? Like you? That's like... two species in one?"
"Exactly. Do you know what that means?"
"His older sister is a hybrid as well".
"And? Didn't it seem strange to you that Lionel mentioned laws regulating limits of time travelling, but nevertheless they didn't prevent him from finding us in 1960? Wait, let me check... he left the coordinates, and according to them..."
After some minutes of entering a multitude of symbols and numbers into the TARDIS database, the Doctor nodded at the sight of result:
"Lionel Sean Temple. Date: October 21st, 2018. Permission for time travel to 1960: accomplished. Reason: kidnapping... That's clear at least. And another thing: if his older sister is human-Timelord, she may be the reason of such a sudden change of history".
"But does she know about her nature?" Jamie asked.
"That's a great question, and we're going to find this out soon".
The DNA pattern worked perfectly well, but this was the last good thing which took place for now.
"Could've brought us to Himalayas again", Jamie grumbled, having walked out of the TARDIS. The sight of a snow-clad medieval English village was the next which opened in front of him, before a storm of snowflakes half-closed the sight.
"We were given a request, Jamie", the Doctor replied. "Hmm... That's odd".
"What's odd?"
"Look more attentively. This is Middle Ages, did you forget? It's winter. So why is no one lighting fire? See now? There's no smoke out of any chimney. Let's try and find out the reason".
But this appeared to be the next problem. The inhabitants of the village appeared to be not too friendly. The Doctor and Jamie had to knock at the doors of at least ten houses before they were let inside.
"There haven't been any travellers in here since autumn". This was the first phrase which sounded after the duo was allowed to enter. "What if they are here to..."
"We are not", the Doctor assured, shaking his famous extremely furry coat off. "I am the Doctor, and that's Jamie. We were on our way to London, but we got lost, wandered all night in snowstorm and finally got here".
"My name is Gerald", the host replied. "All right, you may stay here until the snowfall is over".
The Doctor grinned to himself. Task one completed. Now it was about learning information from the natives... This was not as easy. Both Gerald and his wife were eager to have a talk (it was as if they haven't spoken to anybody else for weeks, but that was natural: perhaps they haven't seen anyone apart from their neighbors for a while) about anything but what was needed, so the Doctor had to change the subject of the talk very delicately for them not to suspect anything. As about the interior, it was a quite ordinary village house, except for one little moment - the lack of fire in the fireplace, while no anachronistic devices were to be seen.
Once or twice Gerald caught the Doctor on telling something wrong (Jamie was keeping quiet, attempting to spot something out-of-time), but every time the Doctor firmly replied:
"This is gossip. You can hear anything from those who haven't seen but heard".
Not less than half an hour passed before the level of trust was enough to finally turn the talk to the needed subject.
"Now we do not need to use wood at all". It was Gerald's wife who accepted it first. "Our new village head made it possible".
"New village head? Who is it?" the Doctor asked.
"At first no one trusted that man, but now we are proud to have a wizard as our leader", Gerald added and pointed at a small wooden box fixed to the wall over the fireplace. "Since we have it, warmth never leaves our house. And everybody has such ones".
"And... what's his name?"
"Frey Laureus", Gerald replied.
"May I?" The Doctor walked closer to the box and looked at it from all sides. Nothing too strange, just a wooden container sized as a standard shoe box. It appeared to be warm to touch - warmer than other wooden surfaces here. "Let me guess: your neighbors didn't let us in because..."
"They do not understand that no one is able to learn the secret", Gerald nodded. "Mr. Laureus made it so that no one apart from himself knows the core of this wizardry".
"I thought wizardry was against faith", Jamie put in. "I mean, witches and wizards always go to hell".
"Oh, this wizardry is not against God, on the contrary".
"How is it so?"
But this was the extra question - Gerald made it clear that he wouldn't answer it.
"Not too much. A new village head, aye? And a wizard apart from that. Sure we cannot just break into his house and..."
"Jamie, we achieved the needed information. If every house has such block of energy - this is it, I sense it, the box was filled with pure energy, not with any gears or else - this means there should be the center somewhere nearby. What did Gerald say? Wizardry which is not against faith... Perhaps that is in the village church?"
The following investigation there brought no results. It was empty, so the Doctor and Jamie searched all through it, but there were no tracks of "innovations". And there were no blocks of energy as well.
"Hey! Why are you two here?"
"I-it's all right, we're no thieves". The Doctor raised his hands in a sign of peace when a man all in black walked from behind the altar. "We are travellers. We got cold and..."
"No wonder that those hell-bowers didn't let you in", the man grumbled. "Since that Laureus appeared, evil has taken over them".
"Have you ever seen him in person?" the Doctor asked.
"Yes. He seduced everybody with his speeches of miracles, but he didn't perform any witchery by himself. I guess everybody would have gone to his temple if they were allowed to".
"Temple? Which temple?"
"He built what he calls the Temple of Nibility in one night", the man muttered. "But it is obviously the devil's nest. No one who went there ever returned".
"And it took place in autumn, am I right?" the Doctor pointed out.
"Yes".
After listening to some more grumbling about "losing true faith", the duo left the church.
"Well, at least now we have a point which we are to achieve. The Temple of Nobility, eh? Is it coincidence that the missing girl's surname is Temple?" the Doctor grinned.
"Honestly? No".
"Then off we go".