Fiona wakes up after a few hours of sleep and immediately locates her glasses on the table next her. Alaya is sitting at a lamp-lit desk reading. She makes a weak attempt to sit up and tries to steady her hand as she picks up a glass of water on the side table.

Alaya looks up and in seconds she holds the glass up to Fiona's mouth. "Here allow me, please drink Fiona."

Fiona drinks cupping Alaya's hands around the tall glass. Fiona asks softly, "What time is it? Where am I?"
"It is around one in the morn. You are at 13 Paternoster Row."

Fiona eyes narrow and sucks in air, "No. I must leave." Fiona gets out of bed, it is an effort and she pants. She is quite determined to get out of Alaya's home. "I must leave."

Fiona pulls herself up and stand. She is looking around for her clothes and with panic hands she attempts to get dressed.

Alaya gently helps Fiona pick up her clothes. "Fiona, you need to rest. You can leave when you are better. Please you are in no condition to stand let alone walk out the front door."

Fighting with her body limitations Fiona she puts on her housecoat, "They will come and get me, take you. Take your mothers."

Alaya watching Fiona trying to tie her housecoat with trembling hands, "Our mothers worked together and you were legally released. No one will come to return you to the hospital or the courts."

Fiona gives up trying to close her housecoat. "What of John? He will send me back. I must go home."

"Not possible."

"I don't understand. Is there something you should tell me?"

"My mothers and I are doing our best to get answers. In the meantime, all you need to do is focus on getting better." You are safe. I promise you." Alaya attempts to cup her Fiona's face in her hands, but Fiona jerks back. "We do not know why John put you in that terrible place. I ... my mothers need a little time. When you are able, I will take you home. Are you hungry?"

Fiona shakes her head no, "I want to be in my own bed, in my own home. I to sleep somewhere familiar."

"I understand. Please just go back to bed, get proper sleep."

"Are you now my warden?" Fiona leaves the bedroom and with purpose heads down the stairs.

"I am not. Please, Fiona. Just wait."

"No." Fiona grabbing the railing with both hands and takes one step at a time as a toddler.

"I am ... You must rest."

Fiona now wants to verbally bite. "You want to keep me prison? What of my classes? How dare you hold me hostage. I hate you." This stirs up her energy as she finally has reached the second floor walks the length of the landing. "I am going home. If you do not get me a taxi, I will walk home in my housecoat."

"Please Fiona ... go back to bed."

"I am. In my own room."

Fiona walks towards the first-floor. Alaya comes swiftly to her side assist her descend. "This is not a prison, I care for you. You don't have to say ... Fiona ... I am sorry."

"I am going home."

Fiona stepped onto the first-floor landing.

Alaya moves to face Fiona to interfere with her progress. "I can't allow you to leave."

"You can't allow that?" Fiona holds up a thin finger pointing to Alaya, "Who do you think you are? How dare you. I am going home. Please move out of my way."

Alaya picks Fiona up like a rag-doll and carries Fiona, in protest, back to her room. "I am sorry Fiona. Our mothers worked very hard to get your out of that horrible place. You can hate me, be mad at me. If you leave this house, I will find you and bring you back to this room."

Alaya gently places Fiona on the bed in a sitting position; she looks to Fiona through her veiled face, "Please be mindful of your words."

"If I can't leave this room, then you stay out of this room. I don't want or need your help. Get out. Leave me alone." She stands shoving Alaya out of the room with little resistance.

"As you wish." Alaya standing in the doorway, "Fiona, don't let them win. Be courageous. Tomorrow is Christmas. I have a gift under the tree." She closes the door.

Fiona starts to cry.

Alaya stands behind the closed-door, listens and waits until Fiona falls back asleep. She goes downstairs to her new bedroom, changs into her workout clothes and runs to the basement gymnasium passing her mothers.

"She is pushing me away. She needs help I can't offer. Her body will heal, but her mind will need aid. I will not lose her before ... I can't. She said ... I am angry."

Moments later the basement is full of rage com from Alaya's throat as each blow lands against the hard leather punch bag.

Vastra look into her Jenny's sad eyes, "We need help."