Jenny, looking in the mirror, latches the final button on her waistcoat and speaks to Vastra's reflection, "She needs to settle down." Jenny gets one last look in the mirror to admire how she looks wearing the form fitting attire.

"Yes. her anxiety will spoil the hunt."

"The hunt?"

"Sorry dear, caught up at the moment."

"She must learn to concentrate."

"As did her mother. Her human side is most endearing. Do you think this is the one the Dr ..."

"Shush!"

When: Christmas 1893
Location: 13 Paternoster Row

Jenny "Doctor we have our concerns" as she is feeding Alaya.

The Doctor is attempting not to stare, fascinated that Alaya hasn't bitten her mother's nipple off. The little half Silurian instincts know not to draw blood from her human mother. Fully aware that Jenny detests being scrutinized he finds himself pretending to warm his hands by the fire.

Jenny, "Please sit Doctor. This is serious."

The Doctor, "Right," and sits down with folded hands, "What can I do?"

Vastra brings in a tea service. She purposely places the first cup in front of Jenny, the doctor receives a mug, while the last is Vastra's tall glass filled with a deep thick red liquid. She comes around the table kisses the lips of Jenny, the forehead of Alaya and head of Jenny.

Alaya coos.

The Doctor, "Please there is a child in the room."

Jenny looks to the Doctor, "Does it bother Alaya that we kiss?"

The Doctor, "No, Jenny gets one more than she does."

Jenny bends down and kisses Alaya on her head and bends up to kiss Vastra and then back to Alaya

Alaya coos differently

Vastra kisses Jenny and then Alaya

The Doctor making wiggly motion with his hands, "Stop! That is enough of the gooey stuff."

Jenny softly "I am going to put the little one down." She stands up, takes Alaya to the nursery and gives Vastra a nod of encouragement.

Vastra looking to her old dear friend, "Doctor, we're concerned for Alaya's future."

The doctor sits back and folds his arms defensively.

"I don't want too much information but ... a hint or two?"

Nothing but stubborn silence as the two old species stare at each other.

Jenny returns the drawing-room with The Doctor in a firm pose and Vastra glaring. She sits down next to her wife, intertwines her arms for comfort and splinters the silence, "Looks like a rough night."

The Doctor, "I know what you want to know. She will be a happy person with all the ups and downs, one would expect, because of her mothers. Nothing more, nothing less."

Vastra and Jenny hold their fierce stare.

The Doctor, "What else do you need? You expect to know more than any other parent? She is healthy and happy is that not enough?"

Vastra, "No."

Jenny looks to the Doctor, "I am lucky living here with my unconventional wife and miraculous child. We don't want her to be alone."

Vastra, "We have to make a choice, for Alaya. Do we head into the future where Silurian and apes - sorry dear - humans coexist? Do we stay here? Here this is the place of my birth. Here is Jenny's London. We can't go back, but if 'our London' will not hold a safe future we have to know."

The Doctor, "There is no safe future."

Vastra, "Semantics Doctor"

The Doctor sits and stares into Vastra's eyes.

Vastra isn't interested in playing this staring match any longer. "Will my child find love?"

"Yes"

"Will my child find love in the form of husband or wife?"

"Wife"

"Here in London?"

"Yes"

Jenny wants to clarify, "Our current London?"

"Yes"

"Before or after education?"

"After her wife's education"

"Human or Silurian?"

"Human"

"A few last words?"

"Glasses and lock up your breakables."

They're pleased.

Immediately after the TARDIS begin to fade Vastra quickly turns to Jenny. "Does that mean she will fall in love with an old woman?"

Jenny, "No! Many people wear glasses. Maybe she'll be an accountant, librarian, or even a teacher."

The doorbell rings and Vastra reach for her veil while Jenny opens the door, "Hi Professor River, come in ..."

River, "Not visiting. Just wanted to add ... she is going to protect you. Oh, I love a good spoiler, Ta!"

"Well she is certainly clumsy. Keep her away from the china ... and the katanas."

"We will know soon enough," as Vastra puts out her arm for for Jenny, "let's get this hunt on its way."

Jenny lovingly hit Vastra on the stomach.

Vastra and Jenny descent the stairs and notice an agitated Alaya devilishly watching them as they take each step closer to the foyer.

Jenny sarcastically, "Oh dear, I know that look."

Vastra in earnest tones, "Now you need to focus. Taste the envelope again, softly."

It should be noted the Silurian's tongue is not simply a deadly weapon. Vastra and Alaya do not have hidden behind their breast skin the same subcutaneous adipose tissue and lobules as human female breasts. Instead, this is where Silurian warriors store their toxins. These toxins inject various degrees of potency injunction with their extendible tongue in an attack. However, the Silurian's tongue is also how their species communicate and understand the world which they live. Silurian's tongues evolved similar to the human senses including smell and touch, without a tongue a Silurian is emotionally apathetic and navigationally handicapped.

Alaya allows her tongue to linger a bit.

"What do you smell?"

"Her, I think."

"Anything else?"

Alaya lingers again, trying, getting frustrated.

Jenny stroking the side of her head for comfort, "Relax. You have both Silurian and Human blood in you, use them both and distinguish."

Alaya attempts again focusing around the sealed area, secretly hoping that Fiona didn't wear gloves. Something, that was something. She licks again looking to Vastra, "I think I found her".

Vastra kindly instructs her daughter, "Keep that in your mouth. Remember the scent. You have the smell on your tongue."

Alaya shakes her head with a tightened mouth, afraid to open as if her specimen will escape with her next breath.

"No dear, not literally, You have to breathe. Use your nose if you must but you will keep up the trail better with the proper tool."

Alaya exhales and licks once more that perfect spot on the envelope seal.

Alaya and Vastra both place their veils their heads, Jenny tightens her tie as they head out to the night.

Alaya takes the lead down the street, "Mother! Assistance, please."

Vastra taking the role of mentor, "Dear, imagine you didn't know the direction she exited. Use the proper tool to locate the prey."

Jenny interrupts with an agitated cough.

"Sorry dear. Use the proper tool to find Fiona."

Alaya nods closes her eyes and darts her tongue in and out faster when her instincts assume control.

Vastra remarks quietly to Jenny, "Her skills are not lacking." Jenny nods in agreement.

Alaya's eyes pop open. In hushed tones "I found her."

"Take caution since she was riding a bicycle it might be a challenge to keep up, but if we focus together ... May I?" As Vastra holds out her hand for the envelope.

Alaya looks to her Mothers with respect, "Let me do this. I do so want your support ... If I get frustrated, I will seek your advice. Please?"

Vastra has never turned her back on hunts. Nobody but her wife has dared to ask. She is a little taken aback. Jenny grabs Vastra's arm, "Of course Alaya." Vastra takes the hint, with a slight annoyance, but calms as Jenny pulls her tight.

"Thank you" and turns back around as she refocuses her attention to Fiona's scent. The scent is not strong, but she follows the trail flicking her tongue under her hooded cape. She impulsively starts to walk faster her cape billows like wings.

Vastra whispers "Mind your pace and where you are. Don't stand out. Darkness is your cover."

Seconds later Alaya slows down to an even pace merging into the shadows.

The trio have been after the trail for thirty minutes before Alaya suddenly stops.

Vastra whispers, "Have you lost the scent?"

Alaya shifts out of the shadows ahead and answers with a subtle nod.

"It is there, maybe weak. This is a busy street during the day. You will find it again."

Jenny adds, "Piccadilly Circus is crowded during the day with women wearing different perfumes. Focus like your mother taught you."

"Take your time," Vastra then whispers to Jenny with excitement, "This is an excellent exercise and we should develop a curriculum like it in our family business." Jenny agrees.

Alaya's cape flutters as Alaya drops back into the shadow.

Vastra whispers to Jenny, "Our wonderful girl is using the handkerchief,"

Anyone who was passing by would see black shadows with floating smiles below glowing eyes.

Alaya is on the move again, but slower as she navigates the darkness. She stops on Savile Row and looks up and down building number 14. The store has a 'closed' sign in the window and the basement is completely dark. The residence above has a few lighted windows cracked open. This is Fiona's home! She flicks her tongue again and keeps to the dark as she makes her way back to her mothers. "She's here! I will return shortly. I will call if I need help."

Vastra and Jenny sink back deep into the shadows and wait.

Alaya takes the close behind and pulls back her hood to scout her path. To the rear she finds an exterior chimney, a perfect climbing option. She slowly ascends, careful not to make any noise or dislodge a loose brick.

She hears two police officers making their rounds on Savile Row as they recount the latest cricket match with vigour. Fiona has a cricket bat, Alaya makes a mental note to learn about cricket.

Alaya climbs past the second floor and the light illuminates a drawing-room with a man and woman mending clothing. She notices that neither give the other attention and sit in silence. Are they brother and sister? They must own the shop below. It now makes sense how Fiona would know how to clean her handkerchief.

She climbs further up to the third floor; Fiona has been found. Alaya holds her stance watches Fiona holding a tea-cup in one hand and in the other a letter. "My letter." Alaya evaluates Fiona's face and wonders which particular word she is reading.

Fiona puts the letter down and looks out the window peeking up to the stars. Carefully Alaya sinks deeper in the shadow. Fiona looks up to the sky, sighs, looks back to her desk, sips her tea and reads the letter all over again. She then brings Alaya's letter to her chest.

Fiona whispers to herself, "One of the signs of passing youth is the birth of a sense of fellowship with other human beings as we take our place among them." With inspired determination, Fiona takes another sip of her tea, grabs a fresh piece of paper and writes a response.

Alaya has heard that particular quote while at university. She has made another mental note to research a possible favorite writer of Fiona's.

Alaya considers her options. Dare she, as she has done many times to her Mother Jenny. It is the only way she understands her own emotions. Seconds later Fiona scratches her cheek.

Alaya evaluated Fiona on her tongue. All is well there is no malice. She watches Fiona write the letter to completion, licks the envelope glue - which Fiona immediately winces at the taste.

Alaya smiles.

Fiona lays the sealed letter against a small bottle filled with a blue liquid and cylinder laced with symbols.

Fiona stands up. She takes the last bit of tea as she unpins her hair and a beautiful red curly mane appears draping along her shoulders. Alaya is in wonder at Fiona's hair. There is plenty of hair. Plenty of red hair and ponders the texture, smell and feel.

Alaya watches as Fiona gets up and starts to disrobe. The voyeurism halts as Alaya feels a flick on her shoes. She looks down; her Mothers. With a slight hesitation Alaya descends, she knows where Fiona lives. Another time.

Once Alaya had reached the ground, she immediately covers her head, as it is a darker shade of pink before she started her climb. The three walk towards home.

Jenny pulls her daughter close and begins to speak, "What ..."

Vastra tilts her head towards Jenny, "I will handle this." She clears her throat preparing to educate her daughter and places her arm around Alaya, "Alaya. I would like to remind you of the 19th-century privacy and values. It will be an adjustment ..."

Jenny attempts to disrupts Vastra, "What ..."

Vastra gently taking the parental lead, "Dear I have this. As I was saying, It will be an adjustment to 'our London'. We raised you to respect all creatures of the universe. It is important to adapt to the Victorian principles. Remember 'our London' is puritanical. Respect the challenge and your reward will be no less than empathy, and the potential for so much more. Your mothers understand, please seek out our aid in your re-assimilation into the past, our present."

Alaya nods in understanding.

Jenny gives a devilish look towards Vastra while pulling her daughter tight, "Alaya, what did you see? Do not leave anything out."