Vastra and Jenny return to 14 Savile Row with stack of documents. She goes to the drawing-room and lays it out on the table. Vastra talking to her family, "This is our connection to Great Britain. Without these will never be able leave or return to our English soil again."
Fiona and Alaya get out of their lounging positions, place their reading material down and look over the documentation.
There are folders each with a label Madame Vastra, Jenny Vastra Flint, Alaya Flint-Saint Clair and even Fiona Flint-Saint Clair.
Jenny smiles as she flips through her folder, "Scotland Yard has been generous, we have birth certificates, documentation and other essential information to make sure we are servants of your majesty."
Alaya opening to the first dossier page, "What about our ages?"
"Upon our requests Scotland Yard and Torchwood will update our records. Only we will know our actual ages. There is a small technical issue Scotland yard requested. We need to be in human form in public."
Fiona stands upright, "I am human."
"No little one, we ..." pointing back and forth to Alaya and herself.
"You mean you have to wear the perception devices constantly?"
"Only outside our home."
"So it is truly isolation or adjust? I was hoping for tweaks and not drastic changes."
"Scotland Yard will need our pictures make adjustments as years go by but the issue of children ..."
"What issue?"
"There will be no more veils ... your children will have suppress their Silurian traits in public."
"That is horrible."
"I agree."
"How do you tell a child that she is beautiful but, please don't show your face in public?"
Jenny snaps, "We did the best we could."
"I am sorry, I was not," Fiona whispers, "I must return to my studies." and picks up her book off the chaise and moves to the club chair to study.
Alaya watches her wife coil, pushing back negative thoughts and concentrating on her books. Alaya to her mothers in a whisper, "I will fetch tea, Would you like a cup?"
Jenny and Vastra both nod.
Alaya is in the kitchen boiling water and Jenny comes in to help. "Your childhood ... was it wonderful?"
Alaya turns to her mother shocked at such a question, "Yes, I had the most wonderful childhood. Whatchild wouldn't want to fight crime in the middle of the night? The times Mother Vastra's carried me on her back as I watched her bring men to justice. Watching you from my perch as you knocked down men twice your size. Who needed friends when I have the greatest adventures? All the books I have read, all the places I have been ... my dear mother. You gave me such a life, why do you think I craved coming home? I wanted to leave New New York after three months. I hated the smell, the taste on my tongue, but I stayed because I wanted a life with you and mother. I want nothing more than to be a member of your team. Having Fiona makes my heart sing, but truly I was not unhappy once."
Jenny pulls her tall daughter close, "Share that with Fiona." Jenny hands the tea-tray to Alaya. "Let's go have some tea with our family."
Alaya brings in the tea and brings a cup over to her wife. Fiona doesn't look up, "Thank you, dear," as she continues to turn the page.
Alaya goes over to the fireplace, places another log and sits down in a nearby chair to taken in the warmth. She popped up quickly and started to go through the library shelves, looking for something specific. She pulls out a long leather binder, then another and soon she has a stack of five which get carried over to the table landing with a huge thud.
Fiona's concentration has been disturbed and looks up to see her wife offering a devilish smile. "My dear Alaya, what are you doing."
Alaya puts her attention to the binders in front of her as she points, "This is me playing hide and seek. I was terrible."
Fiona jumps up and can't help wanting to look. "You hid behind lace curtains!"
Jenny comes over to look at her photograph, "No matter how well she hid from us she giggled. I didn't need a Silurian tongue to find my giggling Alaya."
"What was her favorite spot to hide?"
"Under my desk." Chimes in Vastra who is standing behind Fiona examining the pictures.
"My dear Alaya, you are smiling in every picture."
"I had a wonderful childhood, my mothers insisted. There was a regular schedule for classroom studies, playtime, holidays, rambles, museums, the zoo and so much more. When we went out, I had to wear a veil." Alaya gets quiet, "Mother Vastra told me that my beauty was too great it had to be hidden. I was warned if I took off my veil my beauty would cause shock and jealousy. I believed her until I became a young woman."
As they flip through the pages of photographs each took a turn to tell Fiona a story.
"What about friends? Were you spoiled?"
"I had friends, just as you had your travelling friend to give you books and a Roman to teach you cricket. I had the same, but none of my own age. I never was lonely. Here I am with my wooden sword with my Silurian warrior outfit. As far as being spoiled, my mothers set standards. I didn't put too much of a fuss."
Jenny and Vastra both laughed loudly and started to describe a testy three year old who insisted everything was hers.
As the four looked at pictures Fiona just listened to each story, each adventure and each moment associated with each picture.
Vastra describes Alaya's first sword and tracking skills before she went to NNYU.
Jenny talked about her favorite books, how they would act out plays and went on outings.
Alaya talked of her great adventures being on Mother Vastra's back.
"I was just reminding my mother how my childhood was amazing. I was never bored, never lonely and all I wanted for myself was to be like them. I wanted to grow up to be a detective like my mothers. The thrill of deduction and the high of solving crimes is something I could not imagine my life without."
By the time Fiona went to bed she was feeling better and wondered if Vastra will train her children to handle a sword. Would she have the words to convince Vastra to use cricket bats instead?