Summer months came with the sunrise poking into Fiona and Alaya's bedroom. It seems the sun beams have a direct effect on Fiona's enthusiastic spirit.

She would wake up, put on her house-coat and begin to study immediately. The only distractions were Alaya's moans of disappointment as the bed cools down. Fiona's determination and intensity is greater than ever to have a professional career, she has Alaya in her life.

Since Louisa only visits for social occasions, especially when dinner is a pasta dish, Fiona has taken on more tasks with the family business. She finds herself at Vastra's beckoning often to take notes or type up documentation. She has found herself shocked at the details of the crimes. Not only does Fiona have to take shorthand while Vastra explains, in detail, the criminal activities but then she has to process the information a second time by typing it in duplicate on onion paper.

These crimes are nothing like the stories her publisher clients would rattle out of their mouths, these actions of the criminals made Fiona ill. Many times after handing Vastra the typed documentation Fiona found herself sick to her stomach to the point of not eating.

"My dear, you do not look well." Said Vastra after a particularly gruesome criminal act of rape and dismembering women.

"I am not. I think I shall lie down for a bit."

Vastra assisting Fiona to the chaise lounge.

Fiona quickly lays down to concentrate on breathing into her nose and out of her mouth.

"If this is too taxing for you, you will tell me?"

Fiona breathing in and out, "I am fine, honestly. These criminals are unhinged to commit such heinous crimes."

"These are not healthy people, they are dangerous."

Fiona continues breathing and gives a sad look in Vastra's direction.

"The only criminals that Scotland Yard bring to our agency are those too cunning or difficult. We are not hired to handle bread-stealing or social nuisances. You are correct to surmise that these type of criminals are demented or damaged. Not all of us have the luxury of Louisa to help us work through our pain."

Fiona sits up, shocked. "I would never commit these crimes."

Vastra, "Are you sure? There are residents in the Bethlem Hospital, who didn't get rescued by their families. Imagine what you be like if you spent ten years in room 34, daily shock treatments and minimal human contact. You would be permanently damaged."

Fiona looking down at her notepad, tear in her eyes. "Yes, you are right."

"I only help you understand. Understanding helps us get the criminals before they danger another innocent victim." She stands up and leaves the room.

Fiona is now crying softly.

Moments later Vastra walks into her office pulling Jenny with her. Vastra points to Fiona crying, "I did that. I thought I was helping."

Jenny comes to Fiona's side and pulls her into her shoulder, "What did you say?"

Fiona protects Vastra, "She said nothing wrong." Looking up to Vastra, "You did nothing wrong?"

Vastra confused, "Then why are you crying?"

Fiona drying her tears, "Because it scares me to think what could have happened to me. I was angry. I wanted to strangle that arrogant doctor. I wanted to kick and scream when they put me on the table ... " Fiona is standing up pacing, "I wanted to just scream and yank those wires off my body."

Vastra sees the spirit of the young woman packing, "But you didn't, why?"

Fiona moves to stand a foot from Vastra's tall frame, "Because I knew this was only temporary. My mother's words resonated in my mind every second to stay calm. I did. I was lucky. Is that all that stands between all of man from civility and inhumanity?"

Vastra with compassionate eyes, "Sometimes."

Fiona with stillness looks deep into Vastra's eyes, "Were you concerned I would turn into one of your criminals?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because you are not a psychopath." Alaya answers walking into the office. "You could use time to heal and repair yourself. Even if you were there for a year, it would have taken longer than five months to recover, but you would eventually regain your spirit. These criminals we handle lack a moral compass, murderers, rapists, mutilating humans just to see what happens. They have genetic traits or chemical make-up for the lack of ethics and empathy most of us have."

Fiona now stares down into Alaya's brown eyes, "But what if I stayed in Bethlem for five or ten years?"

"I do not want you to think about that. Do you genuinely do not want know?" Alaya begged.

"I would have been lost beyond repair, wouldn't I?"

Alaya without a flinch in her eyes lids, "Yes."

"Explain, help me understand."

"Please don't ask."

Fiona looking to everyone in the room, "You are the criminal experts, please someone tells me. Am I not part of the family business?"

Alaya gathered her strength, "A sociopath often becomes one as a product of his or her upbringing. Environmental factors such as abuse can cause a person to emotionally shut down and gradually devolve into sociopathy."

Fiona keeping eye contact, "Is there a different personality trait from a sociopath and psychopath?"

"None, the terminology assigned by cause, the result is the same apathetic traits."

"So these criminals? They have no hope?"

"Not in 'our London'."

Fiona rushes to Alaya and hugs her, "Then I am grateful you found me."

Fiona turns to Vastra, "I am sorry to frighten you. You are wise and have my respect. Your words helped me understand. Truly. I am grateful."

"I can be straight forward and insensitive at times." Vastra offers a muted smiles.

Fiona, "I like your frankness. Do not ever change. I just became overwhelmed with all this carnage from your criminals. I have a new appreciation of your minds and skills."

Vastra bows and smiles.