Rose looked concernedly at her cousin. He was throwing back wine like there was no tomorrow. He saw her glancing at him and he just smiled, before beckoning over another waiter.

She looked around discreetly, before pulling out her wand and pointing it at the glass. As Fred took a sip, he gagged and put down the glass. "What'd you do to it?"

"I put a charm on your tongue that makes it think that alcohol tastes like mud," she said sweetly. "Dinner hasn't even started yet and you're already pissed."

She pulled a pill out of her handbag and gave it to him. "Take this. It'll clear your head."

He nodded and took the pill. She turned away and came face to face with a relatively pretty woman, with reddish hair in a wavy bob. The woman looked defeated and exhausted, but carried herself with pride and dignity.

"Mary tells me you're guests of her's?" she questioned.

"Yes…?" Rose started to say.

"Ah, have you two not been properly introduced?" asked the Doctor as he stuck his way between the two.

The woman shook her head, smiling slightly at the eccentric Doctor. He beamed back and cleared his throat. "Lady Edith, may I present Rose Weasley to you. And Ms. Weasley, may I present to you, Lady Edith, daughter of Lord and Lady Grantham."

"It's an honor," said Rose sincerely. "Your family is so kind to have invited us."

"Think nothing of it. There's so many people here, what's a couple more?" she said bluntly, before wandering off without a glance back.

Rose made a face and turned to the Doctor. "Is she always like that?"

"She's gotten worse these last couple of years. Her lover, Michael Gregson disappeared in Germany without leaving any trace behind," the Doctor said sadly.

"In Germany?" repeated Rose sharply, grabbing the Doctor's arm. "In the 1920s? You don't think it could be the Nazis?"

The Doctor nodded. "That's what my investigations tell me. Unfortunately, I have to stay far away from Nazi Germany. I've been there too many times. I might cross my own time stream."

"And that wouldn't be good?"

"Not very," answered the Doctor. "Oh look, here comes the Dowager Countess!"

Rose turned to see an elderly woman making her way over. "Doctor, have I met her before? She looks terribly familiar…"

Before the Dowager Countess could reach them, Mr. Carson came out of the dining room and announced that dinner was to be served. The Doctor and Rose made their way over to the dining room and sat with their companions. Fred looked more alert and was staring at the under butler intently, who was ignoring him. Albus and Scorpius were whispering about something, but stopped when they saw Rose.

"Where's Charlie?" asked Rose.

Scorpius inclined his chin over to where Charlie was sitting next to Lady Grantham, deep in conversation. The Doctor looked impressed. "How'd she manage that? Quite the accomplishment."

The three boys shrugged, though Albus looked a little put out. He sat down next to him and patted him on the shoulder. "Young love!"

Unfortunately, Albus was unable to respond because he there was a sudden scream. Everyone looked around confusedly. Lord Grantham stood up and went over to Mr. Carson who looked very forbidding. Mr. Carson nodded and left the room, presumably to find out what the noise was.

"Sorry about that," said Lord Grantham, as he made his way back to his seat. "Some kitchen maid probably someone she's sweet on with someone else!"

The guests laughed, put at ease by Lord Grantham's good humor. Suddenly, there was another noise, this time coming from inside the room.

"Sorry!" said the Doctor, pulling out a funky little widget. "It's my thing that goes ding when there's stuff!"

"You're lucky I like you, Doctor Smith," called Lord Grantham from across the table. He turned to his wife and whispered something in her ear. She nodded and stood up.

"If I could have your attention please," Lady Grantham announced. The room quietened and she continued. "I would like to thank all of you for being here. It's an honor to have such good friends here with us for these next couple of days. I hope you all have a splendid time and enjoy the Abbey -"

She was interrupted by heavy footsteps outside the door. The door opened and Mr. Carson came in, his face impassive though he was moving quite quickly. He went straight to Lord Grantham, ignoring all the eyes on him. He whispered something furiously in Grantham's ear. At once, Lord Grantham jumped up, his eyes blazing. He followed Mr. Carson out the door. The Doctor also jumped up and followed them out.

When he caught up with them they were talking hurriedly in hushed voices.

"-here, in the Abbey?" Lord Grantham said.

"Down in the kitchens," replied Mr. Carson.

"Who?" asked Lord Grantham.

"One of the kitchen maids, Lisa," said Mr. Carson.

"We can't panic the guests, Carson. But we can't keep this a secret," said Lord Grantham. He looked over at the Doctor, noticing him for the first time. "Doctor, go back to the dining room."

"There's been a murder hasn't there?" guessed the Doctor shrewdly.

Lord Grantham and Mr. Carson shared a glance. "Yes, but do not tell any of the guests yet. There's no need to alarm them if the girl is simply unconscious."

"My lord," said Mr. Carson, "The girl is most definitely dead. She was cold and had not been seen for the last three hours."

"Perhaps I can be of some help," said the Doctor.

"No, I think it's best if you go back to the dining room and enjoy the meal," said Lord Grantham.

The Doctor pulled an ID card out of his pocket. "I'm a member of Torchwood, a detective agency affiliated with Scotland Yard. I think it'd be best if I led the investigation."

Lord Grantham looked shocked. "So that's how you were able to get those men out here a couple of years ago!"

"Something like that," allowed the Doctor.

"And your friends?" asked Mr. Carson.

"They're my staff," answered the Doctor. "We came here to test out their new identities - to make sure that they work."

"Do you want us to telephone the police," asked Lord Grantham.

"No," said the Doctor sharply. "The killer must think that they're safe. We need to come up with a story as to what the scream was and why Carson came running in."

He rubbed his hands together. "And then I'll get ready to work."