Displeased that Edgar broke his rule, having tried looking at the Big One, with heavy implications, left Paul in a peculiar situation, thumbing through his journal while Taylor sat beside him, curiosity in her emerald eyes, as her ruby red hair flowed to the side of her head, the few blond strands shining under the light.

"He didn't come for him," Taylor brought up that had the Big One saw Edgar as a threat, Edgar wouldn't have survived the night, having heard the stories from Paul himself, it painted enough for Taylor to see that the Big One knew which was a clear threat to it and its flock.

Thumbing through his pages as his angel eyes rapidly moved between his writing, Paul replies, "Something's wrong, my dear."

Big Ones never do something without reason, cautious, they always think about their flock above all else, three people acutely aware of their existence should've put it on alert, stalk them, but it didn't.

None of them attempted to track him and Taylor, either, left them alone, for what purpose, Paul doesn't know, but he doesn't like how they're quiet-like in their affairs.

Too easy for them to come out of nowhere.

"What about the nest?" Taylor asked him about it and he replied that he doesn't think it's a good idea for them to try and sour their nest, they're already aware of them, now, if they attempt anything, the Drekker will know it's them that done it, and they will pursue them without prejudice.

Weighing heavily on his mind, Paul continued thumbing through his journal of handwritten notes he took about the Drekker since he started adventuring, wanting to know more about the unusual creatures of an unknown origin.

Anyone who accidentally looked the Big One in the eye, even not directly, always suffered some sort of consequence, agitating the Big One enough to a degree where it reacted.

Edgar having not suffered consequences right then and there made Paul fear that the Drekker might have plans for the struggling writer.

Closing his journal, Paul calculates the chances in his mind, before standing up, going up to the console, typing words, when he finished, he hit the button, and the monitors above shown that the TARDIS believed that something's meant to happen during this adventure, but remained vague on what it is, something sensitive, always a bad sign.

Whenever the TARDIS did this, it only meant one thing, and they won't like the outcome, the only problem's that they don't know the outcome, as the TARDIS won't tell, out of sense for preserving the marked events.

The only clue's that it involved the Drekker somehow.

Harkening back to what Paul knew of his version of Edgar Allan Poe, it only made him wince, as he got a sense of understanding what these turns of events meant for them.

Feeling her presence beside him, Paul turned his head, his long curly chestnut hair bobbing, as Taylor looked up at the monitors with her emerald eyes, reading the same text as he did.

"What was the thing about them you were most curious about?" Taylor turned her head to face him, trying to understand what set of events were meant to happen.

Briefly, Paul pondered, before he uttered, "They may turn him into one."

One of the questions that Paul never found an answer: how do the Drekker decide who to take?

A phenomena that nobody had witnessed, not even a Doctor had the opportunity, there are times when the Drekker hunt, not to find victims to consume, but those who are fated to become like them.

Paul tried discovering the secrets of how the Drekker decide who to take, be it pheromones produced by people unbeknownst to themselves, some sort of unknown seventh sense.

Since data remains scarce, the TARDIS couldn't provide the answers, if anyone truly knew how the Drekker worked, they're well-kept and hidden, perhaps dead as the Drekker weren't none to friendly when unwanted guests intrude on their private affairs.

If this was to come, Paul wasn't sure how to handle it, being the Doctor, he was to help people, yes there has been situations where he can't influence events to go his way, but he gave his word to help Edgar.

Complicated issues, compounded with time slipping away from him, forced Paul to make a judgement call.

"We will go to the home," he concluded as he rubbed his weary eyes, as he did, he felt the gentle touch of Taylor as she comforted him.

Lowering his hand, Paul glimpsed to the monitors above, seeing that the TARDIS agreed with his conclusion, hinting that he and Taylor will have some part of the events that were to come, only they won't know what.

A nod, Taylor went with him to prepare, unsure what the events will unfold.

Fussing, Paul made sure Taylor's scented with the rosemary concoction.

"How are we going to do this, Paul?" Taylor asks him, unsure what they're supposed to do with the situation.

The TARDIS can't or won't tell them what they're supposed to do to ensure that the events go undisturbed, it's like stepping over land mines.

Exhaling sharply, Paul tells her, "I'm not sure, but I have faith in the TARDIS's capabilities ensuring the events are right."

They'll take it slow, but must control themselves when the TARDIS finally gives indications that what they're doing is going against the set events.

It'll be difficult, they'll want to change things, but it's inevitable they'll come across something like this happening.

Quickly, the pair worked to grab everything they needed, before hurrying out of the TARDIS, as they left, they noticed the sun slowly setting in the horizon, that time isn't waiting on them.

Paul attempted to find or create a tear for them to use in hopes of reaching Edgar's home within a reasonable time, but the universe wouldn't let him.

Perhaps a way of keeping them from trying to change the events set to happen.

Unable to find a carriage to take them, everyone hurrying back to their residences before sundown, Paul and Taylor ran through the streets, until they managed to find the home as the skies turned purple.

Hurrying to the front door, Paul frantically knocked on it while Taylor watched his back for any signs of the Drekker, as it wouldn't be long before they leave the safety of their nest.

Upon opening the door, Edgar's pushed aside as Paul and Taylor ran inside, Paul insisting Edgar close the door, and he did without question.

"Doctor, what's going on?" Edgar instantly saw distress in Paul's angel eyes as he hurried with Taylor throughout the shabby home, retrieving the things that Paul had brought to it, intent on creating points where the Drekker wouldn't come through unless they wanted to smell like rosemary.

"Eggie, what's the ruckus?" Annabelle overheard the commotion, poking her head out of the study, a look in her baby blue eyes as she witnessed two strangers frantically spraying and laying sprigs of strongly scented rosemary.

Only when they saw Annabelle did Paul finally stop to explain himself and Taylor to the confused and frightened woman as she clutched her beloved cousin's arm.

"Ma'am, I believe your cousin's to be visited by dangerous creatures tonight and though I cannot ascertain what purpose, I am trying my best to do anything I can to help," Paul explained to Annabelle, causing her to gawk as she tried waving his explanation away as insanity.

His head low, Edgar turned towards her to state that Paul wasn't insane, he was telling the truth, and that the Ravens were after him.

Shaking her head as she's in disbelief, Annabelle refused to believe them, trying to find a scientific explanation for everything, accusing Paul and Taylor being charlatans, poisoning Edgar's mind, demanding them to leave, else she'll call the police on them.

"You don't want to do that," Paul gestures as he explained to Annabelle that she shouldn't call the police, for all they know, they're well-aware of the Ravens, and that they won't do a thing for them.

Aghast at this accusation, Annabelle turned to her beloved cousin, asking him, "Do you believe a word he says?"

A solemn look on his face, Edgar affirmed that he believed Paul, as he admitted to Annabelle that the Ravens weren't people, not anymore, and they're not just something he dreamt on a whim, either.

"Doctor!" Taylor alerted to Paul that the night has started as she subtly glimpsed through the curtains, thus they are trapped within the shabby home for the rest of the night until dawn.