Mrs. Silver had been trying to tell Jo something all day. After about an hour with the woman, helping her clean dishes and cook, Jo was able to diagnose the woman as having suffered from a stroke. Jo was not an expert in science or medicine, far from it. But she had seen enough of life to recognize the tightly clenching arms and inability to speak clearly.

It was hard for Jo to keep her cool, knowing that Mrs. Silver was trying to tell her something important. She kept pointing at the tapestry and making sounds. She would try a different approach and point at Enoch's room or his things. Jo told the woman all she knew about the tapestry and about where Enoch had gone, hoping that it was what she meant to convey, but Mrs. Silver just kept trying to say things that made no sense.

They made pancakes out of the dry goods in the kitchen and ate fresh vegetables from the garden for lunch. Afterwards, Jo cleaned up the place a bit. Enoch obviously tried his best to keep the place clean, but it really missed a woman's touch. With Mrs. Silver instructing her slowly and painfully where to put things, Jo managed to get a lot done that afternoon. The two women were exhausted by the end of it and Jo helped Mrs. Silver get out of her chair and into bed for a nap.

The cottage was quiet. Not even the ticking of a clock broke the silence, and Jo wondered if clocks existed on this planet. She looked outside and wished for the Doctor to come back to her soon. To pass the time, Jo decided to look through a trunk that was pushed into a corner. It had been covered with dust and things, but she had cleaned it up and now it looked very inviting. It had a lock on the front, but the key was still in it. Jo knelt down beside the trunk and turned the key in the lock. It clicked open.

Inside was a collection papers and documents, along with some rolled up tapestries. There were also some small trinkets and artifacts that meant nothing to Jo, but probably were important to Enoch.

Jo took out the papers first and looked through them. One was a ledger of names, mostly named "Silver" and Jo figured it to be a genealogy of Enoch's heritage. Another paper had figures written down that looked a little bit like numbers, but weren't quite. She wondered if they had a different number system on this planet that the TARDIS couldn't translate. She moved on to a large document, bound together with a needle and string. The paper was thick and dry and very, very old. She turned the brittle pages and found a section that looked interesting. She began to read the ancient handwritten text.

It is the job of the Defender to protect the people of the town and all the surrounding countryside from the evils of Draculda. But it is also the job of the Defender to save the people from themselves. Those who are infected are just as much of a danger to themselves as they are to others. They are in the most danger as individuals because they are unaware of the danger.

Perhaps the most difficult job of the Defender is to protect the infected from underestimating themselves. It requires great powers of persuasion and compassion and empathy to convince the people that there are other ways and that they are better off saying No to their urges and temptations. The Defender must train them and teach them that there is a better way to live and also remind them that they are not controlled by the monsters within. They still have the power to do good.

It is a thankless job and the Defender will lose friends and make many enemies, but he will ultimately reap the rewards of his actions by bringing up the next generation of the infected. The people already know what they are, and they must learn what they can become.

Curious, Jo flipped to a different page. This portion was written in a different hand.

The Defender must remember all that he has taught the infected. He must not forget his roots, that he was once one of them and that he, too, was rescued by the previous Defender and brought up from the depths of depravity.

They Defender must also remember that he is full of goodness. What he teaches the infected, he must also believe and live out within himself. The Defender is the protector of all that is still good within the infected. He carries the power of goodness around within himself and must never give up on that conviction. He must do good to all, infected and uninfected alike, to prove that there is good within all the infected and that they must not give up. He must prove it, not only to others, but to himself, so that, when he feels faint with thirst and weak with blood-lust, he is able to resist and maintain his impeccable record.

Jo didn't understand what all of these words meant. They sounded a little bit like religion to her, or perhaps inspirational tapes. But they also sounded like a practical medical almanac. She put the document down and reached into the trunk to bring out the rolls of fabric.

This tapestry was different from the others. It looked like it had been added onto at later dates because the dyes in the threads were just slightly different. She unrolled it, looking at the people. They were all dark-skinned, like Enoch and his mother. She guessed they might be family, based on the genealogy records they kept.

The pictures depicted people running after sheep, biting them like wild animals. It also showed groups of pale people sitting with the darker ones, listening to what the dark ones were telling them. There was a female in one picture, and she was shown fighting and tearing apart some of the pale ones.

Jo kept unrolling the tapestry, until she got to the bottom. There was a half-finished scene there, with a man striking down a man with a crown and cape. He, too, was pale, and he was surrounded by pale ones with angry, scary faces. Jo brought it close to her face and looked at it carefully. She thought that the man in the picture looked strangely like Enoch. In the corner of the unfinished tapestry was the corner of a bright blue box Jo recognized as the TARDIS.

She put the tapestry down, bewildered as to why the TARDIS would feature in a tapestry with strange, violent vampires and Enoch. Suddenly, an idea occurred to her. Jo gathered up the fabric and rushed into Mrs. Silver's room. She was just trying to sit up.

"Mrs. Silver, why is the TARDIS in this tapestry?" she asked, holding the picture out to the woman. The old lady struggled to say something, but Jo interrupted her.

"And who is this in the picture? What's going on?"

Again, the old lady tried to speak her mind, but it was incomprehensible.

"Is this Enoch?" Jo asked, pointing at the one killing the rich man in robes.

"Yes," Mrs. Silver said with a sigh of relief. She tried to say more, but only stuttered.

"Mrs. Silver," Jo looked the woman in the eye. "Is he the Defender? Is he infected by Dracula or Draculdo or whatever it is?"

"Yes," she answered Jo's question simply. Jo stood up, leaving the tapestry on the bed with the woman.

"I've got to go find the Doctor," she said, running to the door. She turned back to the old lady.

"Will you be okay?"

"Yes," the woman said again. Jo sighed and pulled on her furry white coat before stepping outside. It was late afternoon and a cold wind was blowing across the countryside. Jo began a very fast trot in the direction of town, hoping the journey wouldn't be too long and that she would get there in time to warn the Doctor.