The Weeping Angel and Doctor Fiona Saint-Clair disappear.

Not a sound is being uttered.

Not a breath of air has been taken.

Vastra is shocked.

Jenny is scared.

Alaya is angry.

"We have no idea. Where? When she shall return. Nothing." Alaya goes to stand near where her wife was standing moments ago.

"Careful Alaya," Mother Vastra warns, "If they return to the exact spot you are hindering their arrival."

Alaya steps back without hesitation. She stares at nothing. She looks towards her Mother Jenny who offers no comfort. She looks towards her Mother Vastra who doesn't have any words or explanation.

Alaya grabs a seat and looks at the documentation again. "There must be a hint in here somewhere."

Vastra goes to her office and brings back all her books and notes on the Weeping Angels. "Alaya dear, can you make room?"

Alaya looks up slightly disturbed. She immediately catches her mother's blue eyes. Alaya stands up and stacks the papers and assists her Mother with the books. Without thought Alaya glides her tongue along her mother cheek, she pulls the tongue back. Alaya tastes fear, anger and there is love.

Vastra does the same stroke on her daughter's cheek to find the same emotion with an added spice of trust. "You trust them?"

"Yes, I will not allow myself to believe otherwise."

"Is that a human quality?" Turning to her wife Jenny.

"When we met, there was trust." Jenny smiles at her wife. "I am going to make tea."

"Mother you use your formidable intellect and combat skills to solve the crimes. This is something we just don't know." Alaya pulls out a seat for her mother, "I am a product of my Mothers. I have amazing strong mothers, who I have just found out have a price on their head in the early fiftieth century. Since I am a product of both please let us all work together. I need, no want, to believe she is safe and well. I must trust the Weeping Angels."

Mother Jenny returns with a tea and coffee tray. After placing on the buffet Alaya pulls out a chair for her Mother Jenny next to Mother Vastra.

Alaya sits down and a crumple sound is made in her skirt pocket. She stands up and digs it out, it is just two words, "I guessed." Alaya smiles and lays it open on the table. "I have hypothetical questions."

Mother Vastra and Mother Jenny look to their daughter.

"The Weeping Angels allowed her to bring someone. How would you have handled it if I went?"

Mother Vastra sits back, grabs her wife's hand, "We would be doing exactly the same thing we are doing now."

"What if Mother Vastra you went to accompany Fiona."

Mother Jenny grabs her wife's hand, "I hope we would do the same thing."

"Would we?"

Mother Jenny ponders, "No, we wouldn't".

"These are Mother Vastra's books. These are her notes." Alaya points to everything on the table, "The only items I would go over are just Elsie's documents, or shall I say, the Vatican's papers. Something changed and Fiona went alone. Now we have more resources at our disposal."

Mother Vastra quickly got up to pace the room. "Are you suggesting that there is something more at play than just the Weeping Angels against the Vatican?"

"Why would Alaya get a typewriter to fix her future? Is it someone else's future we will not come to know or have not known? Is there any possible way we could find out?" Mother Vastra stops and shakes her head, "There are too many combinations."

"That is exactly what I am trying to explain." Alaya stands up and smiles, "We need to start simple and work our way into details. I suggest we start with the Vatican papers first."

Mother Jenny notice for the first time why her Alaya sometimes has a difficult time explaining herself, it is her other mother.

"Excellent," Mother Vastra and Alaya stack the books and other notes from Vastra's office and place them on the buffet next to the tea.

Alaya pours three cups of tea and hands two to her mothers.

The all sit back and go through each document.

Mother Jenny's human sense of touch to feel each paper. The first document Jenny feels creases and indents to the paper. She grabs more charcoal and a stack of onion paper. By the time all the documents were completed there was a rubbing for each paper. Jenny placed all the rubbing on the ground. "Vastra help me get up on the table."

Vastra looks up from her reading and offers a hand, "What are you doing?"

"I put my hand on all the papers, each had indents. It was like a puzzle."

Vastra and Alaya finally wake from their intensity and stand up and looks to the floor.

Neque fiduciam hosti lucra

Alaya looks to her mothers, "Oh God what do we do?"

Mother Jenny grabs a dictionary, turning pages and looking up, "No gains enemy?"

"Close, neither enemy gains trust or don't trust either enemy," Alaya offers her mother Jenny.

Mother Vastra, "It is bad."

The business door opens and closes. Vastra and Alaya lick the air.

Alaya runs down the second-floor landing and there she is, her wife holding her cricket bat. They lock with a hug.

"What happened?"

"I was sent to Swindon. I need money for the taxi outside. The driver is at the door."

"Damfino!" Alaya goes upstairs and returns with money, "It will be OK." Alaya goes to the ground floor door, pays the driver, with a bonus and a thank you.

Alaya runs back to the landing to see her wife angry. Fiona softly speaks, "I think it was a warning. "

She embraces her wife, "We have something to show you." Alaya takes her wife hand and helps to stand on the table. "Look." Alaya points to the paper on the floor.

"Who are the enemies? Vatican and Weeping Angels?"

"That would be my guess." Mother Vastra chimes in, "Where did they send you?"

"Swindon. Help me down, please."

Alaya offers her wife a hand.

"Does anyone have an idea what is going on?" Fiona looks to her wife, Mother Jenny and then to Mother Vastra. "I had three hours to think about this but what doesn't make sense who am I? I am nothing. Seriously. I am nobody. It isn't self pity, I genuinely want to know." Alaya looks down to the words. "We can only trust ourselves."

"How did you find these?"

"It was my brilliant wife Jenny." Mother Vastra brags bringing her wife close, "We do not have the same sensitivity as human fingers."

"Amazing!" Fiona bends down to look at the charcoal rubs. "This must have taken ..." She notices the Weeping Angel feet. She stands up and comes close to the statue's ear. "I will not give the Vatican the cricket bat. But you must protect us from the Vatican. The Vatican cronies have threatened to cut off my arms if I did not give them this." She holds up the bat to the Weeping Angels face. "What do I need with a weapon from Weeping Angels? They aren't allow to touch my family." Fiona shift herself, "You cost us ..."

"Alaya how much did the taxi ride cost?"

"eight-five pounds."

Fiona turns to her wife, "Seriously eight-five pounds? Did that include the tip?"

Alaya smiles at her wife's coolness, "Yes, that includes the tip."

Fiona returns her attention to the Weeping Angel, "You cost my family eight-five pounds, you must pay us back ... with interest."

Blink

The angel is gone.

Fiona turns to her family, "Neither enemy will have my trust. I just negotiated with the devil, again. I will not give the Vatican the bat and I will not trust the weeping angels." Fiona looks back to the floor and the Latin wording. "This looks time consuming. How did you know what was bring spelled?"

Mother Jenny bends down and picks one sheet up, "Here way in the corner is Latin numbers."

"How did you know that it was about the cricket bat?" Mother Vastra asks Fiona.

"Because they sent me to County Cricket Ground in Swindon." Fiona smiles and grabs the evening newspaper, "They aren't allowed to send our family back in time, so they just sent me to Swindon." She flips the newspaper to the sports events page, "It was the closest cricket match being played." She hands the open section to Alaya, "They could have sent me to India, Pakistan or the West Indies."

"Ahhh!" Alaya yells, "This is the most annoying and irritating life. We get a little moment of sanity and then nothing but heartache and stress." Alaya starts to pace and hits the table with her fist. "Why can't we just have peace?" She turns around to see her Mother Jenny tearing up, her wife just standing helpless and a disappointed Mother Vastra.

Mother Vastra walks up to her daughter, "We struggle because we live, just like everyone else. We suffer because we love, just like everyone else. I understand your anger. I am angry. Your mother is angry. Your wife is angry. "

Alaya looks into her Silurian mother's eyes, "How do we win?"

Mother Vastra, "We don't. We survive."

"Nothing more than survival?"

"That is entirely how you look at your life."

Vastra hold her arm out behind her and within moments, like a magnet to steel, her Jenny holds tight. She pulls her wife close.

"Be desperate for life and happiness." Mother Jenny cups her daughter's face. "It will not fail you."

"Let's continue our work tomorrow. I need to hold my wife tight tonight." Vastra looks into her wife's eyes, "Shall we?"

Jenny leads her wife out, "Good-night ladies."

Fiona has not moved but keeps an eye on her wife.

"I am sorry for my outburst." Alaya offers her wife.

"Why? You said it perfectly." Fiona smiles. "Do you not think I feel the same way sometimes? I get so angry I want to hide in the hills to have your to myself."

Alaya walks to her wife and grabs her, "I want that for both of us."

"We are more than ourselves. We need writers to write great novels for use to read. We need actors to perform plays. We need so much more than ourselves. We are more because of the world. Our love is powerful, it makes all the difference."

"That is wonderful to hear."

"I am glad the weeping angels didn't send me to India. I could not image the taxi fare."

"Do not think about being apart again. I thought we agreed, together. Why did you grab the angel's hand? Why didn't you wait for me?"

"Something in my gut said it would be fine."

"Never again, please."

"I promise."

They go up to their bedroom. Tonight is the first night Alaya takes out two night gowns without interruption.

They lay in bed holding each other.

"Fiona?"

"Yes?"

"You truly just guessed?"

"Yes love, I guessed. I hope you aren't too disappointed by your educated doctor simply guessing."

"Not at all." Alaya pulls her wife tight. "Guess away."