Vastra and Jenny are in a taxi down the street, watching John huddle in the cold with his eyes fixated on the entrance to Bethlem Royal Hospital.
Vastra exits the taxi directly into the shadows. Jenny watches from the warmth of the taxi for any movement. She notices high up and follows the darker shadow crawling down the servants entrance directly behind John.
Vastra taps John on the shoulder. He spins around attempting to look into the individual who interrupted his duty. John's dilated pupils contain, not a reflection of her veiled face, but a grey sculpture. Vastra leaps back in panic while pushing his head down. John fights and strains to stand upright. Vastra deperately keeps John's head down. She yanks a handful of hair, pushing John to the bricks and leaps up the building wall. Moments later she is safely in the taxi sitting next to Jenny.
Jenny reports, "You interrupted him for a second. He has returned to monitoring the entrance."
Vastra instructs the driver to drive home but first return to Regent Street where he waited earlier that evening. She explains to her wife what has her scared. Jenny and Vastra hold each other tight, contemplating the evening's possible outcomes.
The driver waits on the corner of Regent and Conduit as Vastra jumps out of the taxi. Few minutes she re-enters the taxi accompanied by Alaya. The driver returns to 13 Paternoster Row.
Alaya update her mothers, "April will do her best to continue business as usual. She will visit Fiona as soon as she leaves the magistrate. If there are any issues April will send us a telegram."
Vastra with a slight curt reply, "Good."Jenny grabs Vastra's hand tightly; she almost lost her tonight.
The three Flint woman reconvene in the drawing-room. Alaya builds a fire; Jenny brings in tea with a tray of cold cuts and Vastra fumbles through books.
They all sit down to warm their bodies with tea. Jenny is first, as always, to break the silence. "Dear, what have you found?"
Alaya looks to her mothers, "Did I miss something? I taste so many emotions. Have I done something incorrectly?"
Vastra looks up to her daughter, "When John turned to look at me ... my veil and gloved hands protected me."
Alaya, "Protected you from what?"
Vastra taking a deep breath, "Weeping Angels. They were in his eyes."
Alaya stands up almost yelling, "What!"
Jenny turns to her daughter irritated, "You have to take the information in calmly! Yelling, getting emotional is not constructive when we are working together. You must focus."
Alaya calms herself, gently slips back into her chair and sips her tea. This time she asks calmly, "How is that possible? Why? To what purpose?"
Vastra, "I do not know." She divides the five books between them while she pulls her wife close for comfort they both need. "Let's see what we can find out."
Year: 1888
Location: Tobermory, Isle of Mull, Scotland
A younger version of John is whistling an upbeat tune while riding down a narrow road on the Isle of Mull. He is going to trade his wool for staples in Tobermory. Today is a good day to trade.
As he follows the bend, a statute is smack in the middle of the road. He stops his buggy immediately.
"That is new," as he talks to his horse. He disembarks and as soon as he attempts to move the heavy blockade it disappears.
The young John shakes his head, returns to his buggy and continues on his towards Tobermory; He is no longer whistling.
Coming up to the city limits of Tobermory young John spots her walking, slows down next to her and asks, "Where ye headed?"