"May I be of service?" asks a grey-haired gentleman behind a long high desk.

"Yes, we found cleaning out our cellar old papers with a symbol. We made an etching. Do you have any insight?"

The grey-haired man puts on his glasses and evaluates the charcoal etching Alaya made. "A key is always a symbol of knowledge,
guardianship and dominion. The two key cross is the symbol of St. Peter, the the key to the gates of heaven."

'It represents St. Peter's Cathedral Basilica?" Fiona inquires.

"No my dear child it represents Rome and Catholic faith." He points to the etching, "That is the Vatican symbol."

"Thank you, do you have an image of the seal? We only have an emboss."

"One moment." The grey-hair gentleman leaves his post. He returns wearing white gloves and holding rolled fabric. He goes to a table and unrolls a embroidered sample with the Vatican coat of arms.

Fiona quickly sketches the pattern.

"Thank you sir. My family's curiosities will be satisfied." She hands the grey-haired gentleman a pound and left to enjoy the rest of her day. She decides to walk along the Thames and eats street food for lunch. She finds a patch of grass to clean up her sketch before heading home.

She walks into 15 Saville Row to be greeted by Miss Shaw. "Good to see you again dear friend. How are you and yours?"

"It is good to see you too. We are well, thank you for asking. How is your own family?"

"It is a relief to be united, I shall never leave again."

"When you are settled, we shall have a picnic out the four of us?"

"That would be most anticipated. Alaya would love to hear about Miss Gardner's driving skills."

Miss Shaw hands a small stack of letters, "Here is the mail for the residents."

"Thank you, have a pleasant evening." Fiona heads up to the drawing-room and flips through the mail to find an unstamped envelope addressed to herself. She opens to instantly recognize the handwriting,

My Dearest Wife,

I can't express how I am feeling the day after I was ravaged by a Scottish Warrior. It was welcomed and a complete surprise.

I am not saying I was surprised at your passion, forethought to kiss me, touch me or lead me to ecstasy. It is how you brought it about. I had no idea my body was able to release itself in such a way.

During our morning exercise and breakfast I had to control myself from screaming from the top of my lungs how my wife is the greatest lover in the world.

Calm yourself, as I didn't unveil your prowess.

How did you know what to do? I didn't even know.

Did you talk to Mother Vastra? Mother Jenny?

I welcome your bravery and warrior spirit any moment you feel moved.

Your Devoted Wife

Alaya

Fiona sat down at the secretary to write a response.

After the enveloped was sealed she went down stairs to Miss Shaw. "Please deliver this to Mrs. Alaya Flint-Saint Clair when she arrives home."

"I will." Miss Shaw offers a smile with soft blushed cheeks.

Fiona returns to the residence to begin making a hearty stew, fresh bread and pudding.

The residents of 15 Savile Row trickle before the sun sets.

"Alaya is home." Mother Vastra announces to the kitchen crew.

'Thank you Mother Vastra." Fiona doesn't expect her wife to come up right away.

Alaya stops on the first floor landing to open her letter.

I guessed.

Alaya enters the kitchen with deliberate footing she walks towards her wife and gives her a passionate kiss. Fiona blushes as they are in their private world for a moment.

Alaya spin around, "Good evening everyone."

Dinner is served by Fiona with shaking hands and blushed cheeks. Alaya comes to her rescue and finishes serving.

Mother Vastra and Mother Jenny pretend to not notice the edge of sexual excitement lingering in the air around them.

Mother Vastra leans into her wife and with whisper, "I wonder what they discovered?"

"Boundaries, dear." Mother Jenny kindly reminds her sometimes foolish wife.

Each discuss their day and when it came to Fiona's turn she smiled. "I have two discoveries today. I did visit the College of Arms. It that can wait until after dinner when we have tea and desert."

'What is the second?" Alaya quickly plays into her wife's hand.

Fiona bends down to her seat and produces a large bottle of Scottish Whiskey. "I have found my loot!"

Mother Vastra sits and stars, "Impossible."

Mother Jenny offers comfort to her wife.

Mother Vastra stands and paces. "When did you find it?"

"This afternoon."

"How did you know to look ..." Vastra stops and tilts her head. "Let me see the bottle."

Alaya hands the bottle to her mother.

Vastra licks it and smiles, "Oh my dear deceitful little one. Where did you get this?"

Fiona smiles, "You were seconds away from divulging the whiskey location. What gave it away?"

"The bottle's scent is too new. Did you buy it?"

"No, I walked along the Thames home from the College of Arms to find this laying on the ground. I cleaned it up and filled it with discoloured water and re-corked the bottle."

Mother Vastra looks to her daughter, "Your wife is clever, but not as clever as I."

Alaya grabs her wife's hand, "Oh Mother I love my adroit wife."

Vastra sits down and finishes her plate, "That was a good meal ... is there enough for a second helping?"

Fiona stands and serves her small family a second helping. It pleases her to see their appetite healthy and they enjoy her cooking.

After dinner tea and pudding is served in the drawing room.

Fiona pulls out the sketch she has made, "The curator at the College of Arms told me a key symbolizes knowledge, guardianship and dominion. The two key cross is the symbol of St. Peter, the the key to the gates of heaven and belong to the Vatican in Rome. This is the sketch I made after seeing the embroidered sample."

"The Papal Mainframe." Mother Jenny mutters and sits back with folded arms.

Alaya and Fiona look at Mother jenny's body language and then to Mother Vastra hoping someone would explain.

Mother Vastra, "My wife and I are criminals with a bounty on our head in the very distant future."

Alaya sits back rolling her eyes, "I am never shocked at finding new things about my Mothers? Is there more? Are you Aliens from another planet? Are you gods?"

"In 1881 I was mistaken for a god." Mother Vastra offers with a shrug.

"I have been to Japan to battle mechanical robots." Mother Jenny smiles to her wife and laughs.

"When we returned to 'Our London', after a battle, we found out our names have been put on the Papal Mainframe's most wanted list." Mother Vastra and Mother Jenny are having fun shocking their daughters. "The Papal Mainframe is a space church overseen by The Church which is a religious and military organisation during the 51st and 52nd centuries."

Fiona offers a cringed facial expression, "You are joking."

"I assure you this is truth." Mother Jenny sits up.

"Why haven't I have heard you mention any of this before?" Alaya takes her wife's hand.

"Because it was not information necessary to share." Mother Vastra offers the simplest and honest answer.

"Now it is essential we know? Why?" Fiona asks Mother Vastra.

"The Church and the Papal Mainframe is the germination and evolution of 'Our London's' Vatican and Pope of the Catholic Church." Explains Vastra. "We have less than a month to figure out what do these papers, the cricket bat and their enemies have in common."

"My cricket bat?"

Vastra hands Fiona a piece of paper which has documentation of her defeating the Weeping Angels.

"It is just a bat! Nothing special."

"When did you first hold your cricket bat?"

"I learned cricket from my mother's friend when I first moved to London."

"Did he gift your the bat?"

Fiona runs upstairs and returns shortly laying the cricket bat on the table. "This is what is causing trouble to my family? This ... your words Mother Vastra," Pointing at the handle, "A child's cricket bat. I shall not be a conduit for more pain to this family. Let them have it." She plops back in her chair, "Ay, cood use a bevvy ay whiskey."

Alaya stands up, "Will wine be acceptable? May I offer a round?" Everyone nods yes and she goes to the drinking cabinet to sort out the drinks.

Fiona reads the cricket document again.

Vastra and Jenny examines the cricket bat in detail.

Alaya turns around with a tray of four glasses, "We have company."

The three at the table look up to see a weeping angel inches from the table.

Fiona jumps back to stand by her wife's side. Vastra stretches out the cricket bat, like a sword, to protect her family while Jenny instinctively pulls her wife in front of her family.

"What does it want?" Alaya asks.

"What do you want?" Fiona asks over Mother Jenny's shoulder.

Silence.

"I will deal with this, everyone close their eyes." Everyone but Vastra and Jenny close their eyes.

Jenny looks to her wife, "I am going with you if something happens." Vastra nods and Jenny gives herself permission to close her eyes.

"What do you want?" Vastra repeats herself and closes her eyes for second to see the Weeping Angel pointing to Fiona.

"No you talk to me." Vastra blinks and the angel's remains pointing to Fiona.

Vastra with an irritated voice, "Fiona. It seems I am demoted again. First my Jenny is assumed head of this family and now I the lone assassins will not acknowledge my authority in my own home."

Fiona comes up next to Mother Vastra and takes the bat and walks up to inches from the finger pointing in her direction. "I have kept my part of the bargain. I have only studied medicine and limited my brain's pleas for diversity. What do you want now?"

Blink.

The finger remains inches from her face, "This is truly annoying. When I played charades with my classmates at least there is more than pointing."

Blink.

The finger remains inches from her face. "I am here, right in front of you. What do you want?"

Blink

The finger remains. Fiona moves to the back of the statue.

Blink

The statue is pointing at her again. "So it is me." She walks up to the Weeping Angel's ear and whispers with as little air as possible, "Do you want me to go with you?"

The Angel's face is covered.

"Will I return safe?"

The Angel's face is covered.

"I don't want to go alone."

The Angel's points to Vastra.

Mother Vastra and Alaya opens her eyes, as they have been listening to the conversation. She walks towards Fiona to be a companion in her travels.

Fiona panics, "No. I will go alone." Before anyone protests Fiona grabs the Weeping Angel's pointing finger.