Having teleported back to the Sanctuary, the group had split into different sections, Adam and James going off, deep in discussion about what had happened, Will and Clara up to the roof for some air, and the others going down into one of the labs, Helen carrying the blood protectively against her chest.

Just after she and Tesla had put their white coats on, her pocket chimed and she removed a cell phone, looking at it briefly before opening it.

"Ashley." She felt relief wash over her. She hadn't heard a word from her in hours.

"Mom," came the daughter's voice through the speaker,"we're ready for dust off, trace the cell signal."

"Good, stand by."

She went over to one of the computers in the corner of the room and plugged the phone in, a map of the city coming up, several red lines crossing over at a particular spot. The image zoomed and the process began again, John looking with particular interest at it. Soon, an image of a fenced off building filled the screen.

A few pressed keys later and they were looking at a live feed of Henry and Ashley pointing their guns at some unseen foes.

"John."

He nodded and left, only to return seconds later with the pair, Henry looking slightly sick. James smiled at them, glad that they were unharmed.

"Ashley!" Helen went over to her daughter, holding out her arms which she took gladly.

"Hey," she replied.

"It was good timing." John explained, looking at the dark haired woman who nodded her thanks.

Breaking away from the hug, Ashley turned to face her father, face showing genuine thanks, "Thank you." With that she returned to face the mother, the smile disappearing as she stumbled. "Crap." She collapsed back into John's awaiting arms. "Ashley!" Helen took a step forwards, "Get her to the infirmary!"

John then abruptly vanished, leaving Henry behind, eyes wide in worry.

"What the hell happened to her?" And it had better be good!

"I don't know! We were separated a long time."

"Right," Adam got up from the chair he'd been sitting in, "I need to… show… you something. But you have to stay right here." He left the room before the twin could reply and walked down the corridor where he sat on a box and waited.

Two minutes later, he decided it had been enough time and went back towards the room. As he'd expected, the 'buzz' vibrated in his head, and he heard a small groan coming from inside. Poor guy.

Re-entering the room, he found James rubbing his temples.

"So, what was it that you wanted me to see?" he asked, wincing slightly at the pain, "Ah, excuse me, I seem to have acquired a migraine."

"Yes, I know." He smiled, "It felt like that the first time I met another immortal too."

"You mean I'll have a headache every time I come near you?" James looked up at the strange man, though his eyes were showing less pain, meaning the initial effects were wearing off. "Oh joy."

"Yeah well…" he left it hanging.

At that point, John came in to join them, through, what Methos thought was unusual for him, the door. He wore a sorrowful look on his face. As soon as Watson had noticed, he went straight over to him.

"John? What's happened?" he put a hand on the man's arm.

Druitt made no attempt to make eye contact, looking down at the floor, "It's Ashley. She collapsed after I brought her back, and now she's in the infirmary."

Sherlock's eyes widened, but he said nothing, leading the man over to the chair behind the desk. Once he'd returned to his own seat

Their conversation was disturbed by the all too familiar clicking of a gun as Helen walked into the room, pointing it directly at Druitt. "Isn't this just like you John? Steal what we need the most and then stick around to gloat about it!"

John stood as the others stared, "I have been here the whole time!"

She looked at the others who nodded before realisation crept over her face, "Ashley."

"Magnus! Magnus!" Will closely followed by Clara entered the room, both breathing heavily from running, "The whole thing… was a set up! Something else is going on."

Adam heard Watson swear under his breath, cursing that he'd been so preoccupied with his own problems than seeing the bigger picture.

Helen stared out the window. "We're too late."