Shockingly, it would appear that Gerald Thornton used the knowledge he obtained from the merchant's book centuries ago to salvage whatever bit of his brother was left after the lighting destroyed his body and implanted it into his head to resurrect his younger brother.

Despite everything they've done to each other, they were still brothers.

Paul should've been impressed by this, but the pain of the hooks in his back and his hands weren't helping him focus much.

"He killed your lover!" Paul stressed as he felt sweat roll down his face as the pain worsened, he tried every trick lessening the hook digging into his back, almost felt it against his spine hadn't he used old tricks to keep his weight balanced despite being hooked.

When Paul went down the rabbit hole looking for everything on the Thorntons, he learnt how Gerald tortured and turned Harold's lover into one of his creations.

Though it didn't take and she died, yet again.

Not to mention, Gerald turned Harold into another one of his creations, kept him hidden in the walls of their family home.

Surprisingly, Harold had a candied response despite what his brother did to him.

It's been centuries since it happened.

And.

He'd already gotten revenge for what Gerald done to him and his lover.

The Doctor taught him this, painfully he might add.

Getting struck by lightning did more than enough for Gerald wanting revenge against Harold for being trapped in the walls of their family home for centuries on end.

And another reason, they didn't exactly have anyone else in this unnatural life of theirs that understood what they went through, that despite their bickering and backstabbing, they're the only family they've got.

Their late mother, gone mad and killed their father in her madness, gone to the winds thereafter, never to be seen or heard from again, thought to have killed herself in her grief.

Little Ramsey dying to the illness that plagued him for weeks, his face pale, and in his maladies swore seeing someone calling for him.

With their inability to have children of their own due to extent of Gerald's experiments, Gerald and Harold were the last of their line.

They're desperate to keep any remnant of their family with them, at all cost, and while Paul's touched by them not wanting their family history to disappear into collector's archives, he couldn't overlook their crimes.

Stealing bodies, either dead or alive, in a morbid attempt keeping themselves alive to continue their work, killing anyone who caught on, and their endgame with Hammond's body.

"I admit, I found my brother's science questionable, but he convinced me that we shouldn't waste an opportunity like this, besides that, he didn't have any family left to reject my brother's taking of the body," Harold informed Paul how Gerald got the idea of experimenting with Hammond's body in hopes of making it hospitable for Harold.

It was easy taking the body from the morgue, Gerald convinced the person working at the time into turning over the body to him.

Tear works and all, putting on a sob story how Hammond "was like a brother to him."

Though paying the man a hundred pounds was more than enough to get him to turn a blind eye to Gerald taking the body from the morgue.

Unfortunately, he ran into problems using Hammond's body as Harold's replacement body.

Since it'd been almost three days since Hammond's death, it resulted in issues.

Despite this, Gerald reworked his plans, turning the abomination from a heap of cold flesh into something more.

A practice dummy, for when he needed to test a theory.

Also, useful dealing with those who get too nosy for their own good.

Still in the early processes, as seen with Ethel.

Terrible shame that was, having to clean up the mess and come up with a story how she upped and left, no mention where she was going, all that.

"It was your idea having her run off with some chav from the navy!" Gerald's voice slipped through Arthur's lips as he complained to his brother about their attempt at thwarting people from getting suspicious about Ethel's disappearance.

In swift succession, Harold's voice came back as he sharply replied, "No one would believe that she gone to France!"

While he agreed with Harold on that, Gerald hated to admit that the former was right.

Besides, it worked, no harm done, so long as nobody else finds out.

"Such a shame I couldn't do anything with her body, but it tore her apart too quickly," Gerald sighed as Arthur's body swayed in one spot, two distinct voices using it to speak.

Oh well, can't cry over spilled milk as the saying went.

"Just make sure your pet doesn't tear up the Doctor like it did with her!" Harold's voice came through as he reminded his brother.

Gerald stated that he worked on it after the incident, not perfect, but it's better than before.

Though, Gerald remembered Taylor being with Paul, using Arthur's body as a puppet as he went up to Paul with a vacant look in those dark eyes.

"Where is she?" Gerald asked where Taylor went.

Struggling, Paul gritted his teeth as he hissed, "Stay away from her!"

Jabbing him in the chest with his finger, Gerald hissed back, "You should've stayed away from us!"

Harold took over briefly as he ushered Gerald, "She'll alert the authorities, do something!"

Swiftly, Gerald returned as he urged his creation, "Go! See it he woman of the image in your brain. Ensure her death. Leave no evidence!"

Like a reanimated corpse, Hammond shambled as he went after Taylor.

This alone made Paul gather strength as he tried to unhook himself, pain be damned

Amused by Paul's attempt at freeing himself, Gerald says, "He is right, you truly are a man of conviction. Harry, we ought to prepare him, shall we?"

Grinning, Harold mustered, "Of course! What about the holes?"

Snorting, Gerald then said, "Won't be a trouble, at all!"

Paul nearly screamed in pain as the puppet Arthur began pulling him like a pig carcass on a hanging track as he's brought to an area of the cellar that didn't look anything out of the ordinary.

Shelves made specifically for alcohol, barrels in the corners filled with mulled wine for the holidays.

Though neither Gerald or Harold was fond of the mulled wine, it reminded them too much of their late mother, that they wouldn't drink it.

They'd pour it out if they could, but the guests seemed insistent on the mulled wine's appearance during the holiday parties.

With his hand outstretched, the flesh puppet that was formerly Arthur pulled on one of the empty shelves.

It opened outward into a passageway, something that Paul suspected the brothers done-up once they made sure no one would suspect anything wrong as they took over Arthur's body like a virus.

"What are you going to do about your cooks, they saw your creation, too!" Paul struggled to say to them as he felt the hooks rubbing against his raw nerves, blood dribbling down his hands towards his wrists.

He sees the brothers conversing with each other, flipping between the voices as the flesh puppet spoke like a madman to himself.

"Who's going to believe immigrants?" Gerald concluded.

Besides, he's got enough pull he can use to silence anyone who gets uppity about telling all.