Alaya is woke up with her mouth buzzing. She sits up and hears a faint bell.

She runs downstairs banging on their room, yelling "Mothers! Mothers!" She continues to go to the ground floor and hits her perception device as she opens the door. She looks to see four men, two are down by her Fiona as she is holding on to the bicycle blocking their attacks while ringing the bell.

"Welcome home!" Alaya kicks the first man down, punches the next.

Mother Vastra jumped from the second floor windows and is standing with katanas in on hand, "Alaya, catch!"

Two seconds later Alaya is using her chakram to protect her wife with a swift throw the weapon banks off one wall, leaving an open wound on the one to the right who falls to the ground clutching his calf. Alaya whips the chakram again this time it banks off the other wall hitting the second man to his shoulder, leaving a gaping wound who also falls to the ground trying to stop the bleeding.

Alaya looks to her mother, who now has the other two men tied leading them down the steps to the basement entrance. Alaya leaps down and steps over the wounded men to look at her wife and just smiles. Fiona smiles back.

All four men are tied up in the old basement kitchen. Fiona is tending their wounds while Vastra is asking questions while holding a blade to the throat of her chosen victim.

"Who are you?"

Silence

"What do you want?"

Silence

Jenny enters the kitchen and sees the four men alive but wounded. She goes to take care of their wounds to see a familiar redhead already on the task. They smile. Jenny turns to her wife. "There is a car out front and two men are coming down the stairs."

Vastra prepares with her two katanas.

Jenny stands to the right her wife with both of her humans holding tight a katana.

Alaya stands to the left of her Mother Vastra with a katana in her right hand and chakram in her left.

Fiona runs up to her stand in her rightful place left of her wife with her cricket bat prepared to swing sixes all night.

The basement door is opened. In walk in a tall grey haired man with a small man with glasses. He speaks with a slow distinctive and overly enunciation, "We don't mean any harm."

Vastra stands prepared to attack, "Who are you and what do you want?"

"Nothing we want something you have."

"I am in no mood for games. Who are you? I shall not repeat myself again." Vastra is also irritated that his responses are as if the gramophone is on the wrong setting with low tones.

"You are no position to ask questions."

"You are in my home, a stranger. So humour me."

"I am insignificant. I am on a mission of God."

"Papal Mainframe?" Jenny asks with a soft whisper towards Vastra.

"Are you with the Vatican?" Vastra asks the grey hair man.

"You are a bright one. Although I was told that you were a reptilian species. It just goes to show that even churches can get their facts wrong."

"What do you want?"

"We want an simple item you have in your possession."

"What is that? We have many things. We have a tea kettle, but I have not successfully found my stash of tea."

Fiona smiles.

Both men look towards Fiona

Fiona smiles disappears and her hand tightens around her cricket bat.

"You want her?" Vastra asks.

Both men slowly shake their heads no.

"You want her cape?"

Both men slowly shake their heads no.

"You want her shoes?"

Both men slowly shake their heads no.

"I guess that is all, unless you want her naked, she has nothing of value."

The smaller gentleman walks close to Fiona, Alaya blocks him with her katana at his throat.

Vastra warns the smaller man, "Step one centimeter closer and you will become headless."

The smaller gentleman steps back.

Vastra throws her authority, "I am the head of the household. What do you want?"

"Isn't it obvious, we want the cricket bat."

Fiona becomes stiff, "You can't have it, it belongs to me. Only me!"

Vastra while keeping her head looking at the taller grey man, "Fiona."

Fiona turns her head towards Mother Vastra, Alaya puts a finger to her mouth and almost kisses it. Fiona smiles and nods understands to keep quiet and allow Mother Vastra to maintain control.

"As you can see the young woman has spoken. It belongs to her."

"Pity." The tall man shakes his head in mock sadness. "We can take it by force. Nobody has to get hurt."

"I look to my right, to my left and I notice there isn't a wound inflicted on any of us. To your left there are four men who are wounded. We tended their wounds. Where should we send the medical bill?"

The tall man laughs and tilts his head to the ceiling, "I enjoy your sense of humour. My men were not properly equipped. Next time they will be and if they have to slice off the good Doctor's arms to obtain the bat ... we will do what we must." The grey haired man looks to Fiona, "What a pity all that hard work to become a Doctor wasted because you wouldn't hand over a cricket bat. Don't be a fool."

"You do not speak to anyone but me." Vastra straighten up and her anger beamed through her eyes, "You touch one hair on her and I sear the Vatican will have to hire more young men to feed every bishop, cardinal, patiarch and even the pope. What ever fate befalls this young lady will be their fate." The grey haired man eyes widen, "If you have any information on me, you will know I will do what utters from my lips."

"I guess our negotiations failed." The grey hair man looks to his smaller associate.

"I did not hear any negotiations. I heard threats and demands."

"True. My apologies. Shall I start negotiations."

"Not tonight," Vastra looks into the grey hair man's eyes.

"Ah, I see. Lets say one month. I am a patient man, lets say in a month my associate and I come to visit."

"You are not welcome into my home."

"I understood we made a terrible first impression."

"First and second impression."

"Yes, the night we were caught following," He points to Alaya, "That one. She is smart."

"We shall be in touch." As the grey hair man looks to his wounded crew, "I will send a telegram when and where."

"No, we will pick the location."

The grey hair man nods in agreement.

"Why do you want a child's cricket bat?"

Fiona looks to Vastra with anger in her eyes and barley whispers, 'it isn't a child's bat.'

Vastra smiles.

"It has power to defeat our enemies." He turns his back and watches as his pitiful men leave the building. Before he closes the door he looks to Vastra, "Negotiations will be begin in a month."

Vastra locks the door and runs up stairs to watch all the men leave in the automobile. She opens the door and licks the air, "Their scent lingers. They are gone." She turns back to her family. "Welcome home ..."

Alaya has returned to her half-Silurian self and it holding her wife in a tight embrace.