Giving the raven the side eye, Paul watched as the raven peered inside the window, seemingly looking around, and then looking up at him.

Never looking at it directly, Paul kept moving, not wanting to linger by the window any longer, and he was quick to rejoin Taylor's side, his arm interlocked with hers as Prospero concluded the tour of the castle by showing them the untouched library that hadn't been used for centuries.

Surprisingly, the books remained in decent condition, no rodent infestation, not even a mite, but the people Prospero talked with while getting an idea what he can do with the castle thinks because the library had been thoroughly insulated from the outside, it prevented moisture and humidity from seeping in.

Shocking, Prospero knows, he had to get a second opinion, but he spent quite a bit of time in the library reading the books that were left behind, wanting to know what his ancestors read when they weren't doing whatever they were doing during that time.

Sadly, the books were already taken away to be preserved in a museum since their age and almost pristine quality, so the couple couldn't look through the books themselves, unless they take a trip from the hamlet to the city, which would take them at least four hours, but Prospero slyly looked at them as he tells them that he did find a book hidden away in the baron's old master bedroom after the historians claimed the books from the library.

Should've contacted them right away after discovering it while renovating the master bedroom, but he was drawn to the allure of finding a hidden book, that he kept it for himself.

Shameful, he knows, but he wanted something of his ancestors, something to draw from, well, until he hit a snag.

"It'd appear my ancestor was a curious man himself; I couldn't understand a word in it," Prospero revealed that when he found the hidden book, immediately he opened it, wanting to read its contents, but was stopped when he discovered that it wasn't in a language that he was familiar with, and he studied languages throughout the world for inspiration in his works.

"Did he write it?" Paul grew interested in this book and Prospero admitted that he thinks that the book is much older than the baron and his wife.

He couldn't take it to be carbon dated to be sure, out of risk someone from the museum getting tipped off that he hid a book from them, having them coming around to "bite his head off" for it.

"Where is it, now?" Taylor asked about the book as Prospero led them towards the converted dining room and he tells her that he kept it behind a glass case for preservation's sake while he tried finding the origins of the book and what it's about.

Growing curious, the couple wanted to see the book and Prospero went to retrieve it while they waited.

Taylor found it exciting getting a private look at a book that hadn't been looked over by a professional, Paul reminding her to temper her expectations.

After all, it could just be another foreign copy of…

Immediately Paul gets pinched by a blushing Taylor as she uttered an embarrassed, "Paul!"

Smirking at her as he winked, Paul comforted her as he brings up that Taylor couldn't help herself, it's in her blood wanting to understand things.

"Sitting lotus included," Paul winked at her once more as he further had fun at her own expense.

Hiding her face in his arm in embarrassment, Taylor murmured with bright cheeks, "It was an honest mistake!"

Giggling at this, Paul held her close, rubbing her back as he comforts her, reminding her that every historian has their day, her included.

Sighing, Taylor admitted, "Yes, dear, you're right."

Feeling his warm lips on hers, Taylor pulled closer, before they're interrupted by approaching footsteps.

Standing beside each other, the two see Prospero holding the book, wearing gloves as he took precaution handling it.

Joining him at the table, fabric placed underneath the book, Prospero shows them the old book he kept, somehow pristine despite being centuries old, found in the personal bookshelf of the baron's master bedroom.

Carefully, Prospero opened the book, the old smell hitting their noses as it's distinct.

Leather-bound, it's a miracle the leather hadn't began showing wear, that it almost looked new, Paul gently touched the spine with his finger, feeling it.

He ended up sticking his finger in his mouth, tasting the faint leather, but he also didn't taste pop rocks in his mouth, so this wasn't bound after the nuclear testing began.

A funny thing one learns when he's small that even his father was surprised.

Prospero found it amusing, asking Paul where he learnt it, and as he pulled his finger out of his mouth, Paul told him, "Childhood curiosities."

Shielding her face with her hand, Taylor looked away briefly, embarrassed at Paul's display, before she's lured to the book.

Handed gloves to prevent the oils from their hands further affecting the book, the couple put them on, Taylor taking over as she had it in front of her.

Judging it as she carefully opened it, Taylor confirms that this wasn't bound in a factory.

Going from her studies, she concluded that this was bound by hand, but not with modern ingenuity.

Not even replicated using old methods, either.

It appeared this book was genuine, now that it's open, they worked to study its contents.

Furrowing her fine brows, Taylor looked over every page as she gingerly turned them, this wasn't any language that she studied.

Unable to discern the language, Taylor's forced to move on, but she'll come back to it when she gets the chance.

Gently flipping through the pages, her emerald eyes glistening, Taylor studies the illustrations, she was able to authenticate them as well, not made by a modern pen or a replica.

The illustrations, Taylor studies them, they're different types of plants, one looked like nightshade.

Curious.

She's about to flip to the next page, when she's startled by a loud crashing noise, almost leapt up from her chair by the jolt she felt.

"A storm?" Prospero stood up from his seat, heading towards the nearest window.

It's a struggle opening it, but Prospero managed and he smelled the rain, the bright flash eclipsing his face.

Pulling the window down, Prospero turned back to the couple with a look on his face as he mused that he didn't know it was supposed to storm tonight.

"Usually I'd know," Prospero summed that he has a way of knowing when they get storms even before he reads the paper, showing the couple his hands, as he tells them that he has problems with arthritis every now again.

He stopped when it dawned on him.

"I'm afraid you'll have to stay here for the night, the carriage driver won't come up in the rain," Prospero then admits that because of the rain, it'll make the path getting to and from the castle perilous for the carriage driver and his horses.

He hoped that wouldn't be a problem, because well, they're all trapped in the castle for the time being.

Understandably, the couple weren't too happy about it, but they accepted Prospero's offer to spend the night in the castle, since well, what else are they going to do about it?

Gently picking up the book, Prospero then tells them that he'll get dinner started since it's looking to be an interesting night, and disappears with it, leaving the couple to their lonesome.

"Oh, I hate it when it doesn't tell us!" Taylor held her chest as she exhaled sharply.

Smiling, Paul comforted her, before telling her, "Things happen. Are you okay?"

Slowly nodding, Taylor tells him that she'll be fine for the most part, just as soon as her heart calms down.

She sees a grin forming on Paul's face as he gingerly held her chin with his gloved hand.

"Let me know if anything changes, hm?" Paul winks at her as she sighs, shaking her head at him.

Never going to let her down about it, will he?

"All in good jest, luv," Paul expresses as he gently tapped her on the nose.

Unable to even show annoyance towards him, Taylor sighs as she proceeded to take off her gloves, since they won't be studying the book tonight, maybe tomorrow if Prospero's willing.

She nearly jumps when she heard another crash of thunder outside the castle, the rain starting to hit, as she felt Paul's gentle hands helping her siting down, pulling her closer to him as he comforts her.

"I never seen anything like it, why it's got to be at least a hundred or so years older than the baron," Taylor glances up to Paul as they heard the rain hitting against the glass windows.

Holding her close, Paul admits, "I even went far as reaching for alien dialects. Could it be a dead language, luv?"

Thinking it over, Taylor thinks about it, before shaking her head, "It could be, it is older, but without proper reference points, equipment, I wouldn't know where to begin."

There's only so much she can do.

If Prospero knew where the baron got the book from, it'd be a start.

Thinking it over, Paul raises a finger as he brought up, "How about the TARDIS?"

A machine such as it can provide the details they need.

"Suppose that's as good place to start as any, but I doubt Prospero would like having a disjointed police box in his castle," Taylor brings up that while they could bring it here after the storm passes and the path dries out, they have Prospero to contend with.

A grin on his face, Paul reminded her, "He needs inspiration, doesn't he?"

Why not a disjointed police box in a castle?

Acknowledging this with a subtle nod, her ruby red hair flowing in the breeze, Taylor echoes, "He did say that."

Prospero returned to the dining room after putting up the book, there Paul asked about using the telephone to phone someone, but was told that because of the rain, the lines wouldn't work.

The struggles of having an old castle and rules and regularities about running phone lines to it.

"It'll clear up by tomorrow," Prospero tells him before announcing he'll be in the kitchen preparing something for them, though he couldn't promise them much.