The storm reached the area, bringing with it heavy rain, booming thunder, and bright lighting turning night into day briefly every time it skates across the sky.

Clattering utensils as the trio ate their dinner to the tune of the roaring fire in the background, the warmth settling over them.

Passing the time, they talked to one another, as the couple learnt more from Prospero, hoping to get an idea where the book came from, have a frame of reference to feed the TARDIS when they get back to it tomorrow after the storm.

"I doubt it's some foreign copy of the Kama Sutra," Prospero shrugs, his red stitched sweater crumpling as he set his arms on the table.

Pursing his lips, Paul shook his head as he responded, "I never seen anything like it. Are you sure you don't know where the baron gotten it?"

Shaking his head, his greying hair stiffly moving, Prospero replied that he went through the castle multiple times, he didn't find logs or anything that'd tell him that the baron bought the book.

"What about your ancestor?" Taylor gave an idea, that the baron's cousin gifted him the book, hence why Prospero couldn't find a ledger or anything with it listed.

Thinking it over, Prospero chewed on his fine lips before saying, "They were close and I have reasons to believe that my ancestor was an elective man. Perhaps he found it on a trip. I'll have to dig out the copies."

Since the museum took the books, logically they went for the papers and other things left behind for preservation's sake, but Prospero didn't get this far with only tapping his fingers on a typewriter.

He made sure to make enough copies of everything he could reasonably do in the short amount of time before the curators from the museum came for the papers.

It was better than having to make trips to the city any time he wanted to get a look at the papers left behind.

He promised to have everything dug out tomorrow for them to peruse and see what they can find, he has the copies stored somewhere in the castle for the time being, as he needed to get them bound and pressed for his sake.

Another clash of thunder erupted, it sounded too close for comfort, and the hardwired lights went dead, only the fireplace being their source of light.

With the castle in darkness, Prospero stood up from the table, hurrying to find torchlights.

The fireplace their only source of light in the darkness, Taylor exhaled sharply as she almost jumped out of her chair.

Oh, she hates it when this happens!

Chuckling at this, Paul pats her back as he assured her that it's only natural, after all, the lighting hit too close for comfort.

"I suppose," Taylor sighs as she rubbed her eyes.

Prospero returned with the torchlights, giving Paul and Taylor two of them.

He doesn't know when the power will turn on, probably after the storm disperses and the water recedes, until then, they have their torchlights.

With that, they finish eating, helping take the used dishes back to the converted kitchen, afterwards, Prospero asks if they're ready to be shown to one of his guest rooms, since there's not much they can do without power.

"That'll be preferred, thank you," Paul accepted the offer.

Walking with Taylor beside him, the couple followed Prospero through the corridors towards the former guest quarters that he had been renovating for a while since he came to the castle, trying to spruce things up, as he had some plans for the castle.

Successful writer or not, there are bills that still need paying, and Prospero figured history junkies were his best bet.

"I tried to make it comfortable, but it's a process," Prospero explained to the couple as he showed them their quarters.

Walking in first, Prospero worked to light the fireplace for the couple as they walked in, with their torchlights they can see their room for the night, Prospero didn't lie, he put thought into his guest room.

"There we go," Prospero ignites the fireplace for them, adjacent to him, he heard another loud crash of thunder, close to the castle, and sighed as he mused that he'll have to get the oil lanterns out.

So, if the couple start smelling anything odd during the night, it'll just be him putting lanterns in different points of the castle.

"We understand, thank you, Mr. Prospero," Paul thanked him again.

Shrugging his shoulders, Prospero mustered it was the least he can do for the couple, after all, it wasn't like they can go far in the storm, and if anything happened to them, it'll look worse on him.

The people in the hamlet like their talks.

"Thank you, Mr. Prospero, er, sorry we couldn't get far in the book," Taylor gestures with her hand as she apoligises to him, but he waved his hand.

He assured her that he held no ill will towards her or Paul, nobody can know everything, if they do, then it won't be fun learning new things, as he puts it.

After all, they couldn't expect this to happen.

"Fair enough," Taylor nods.

Once he's assured the fireplace is lit and tended, Prospero's about to leave the room, when he had a bit of fun, holding up his torchlight under his chin as he spookily says, "Scream if you need anything."

Having a laugh, he closed the door behind him, allowing the couple to wander around their guest room.

Taking off her jacket first, Taylor puts it on the coat hanger near the door, heading towards the queen-sized bed next as she sat on the edge, undoing her shoes, pulling off her socks, leaving them in the shoes.

Behind her, she heard Paul undoing his belt, rolling it up as he rested it on the chair adjacent to the bed, pulling off his boots, unbuttoning his drab vest.

Outside, the storm continued to rage, there's more thunder, bright flashes of lighting that lit their room, rain hitting the glass windows like pebbles.

Despite the storm, the pouring rain still had some comforting effect, as Taylor sat on the edge of the bed listening to it.

She felt the mattress moving underneath her as Paul adjusts himself, throwing up his legs.

Relaxing on the bed, Paul sighs as he felt the mattress pushing up against his back as it adjusted to his weight, he can hear the rain splattering against the window.

His long arm reached out to pull Taylor close to him, feeling her warmth with his bare arms wrapping around her waist.

A twinkle in his eyes and a mischievous grin, Paul pulls her closer.

Hours past, the storm finally started letting up, slowly heading south, behind the storm, came a heavy fog that swept through the area, visibility near impossible, and a cool air that hung low.

Softly snoring with Taylor nestled in his neck, Paul felt content staying in bed, reminded of his childhood when the soft rains made it difficult for him getting out of bed for school.

Now, as an adult, he can enjoy it.

Of course, his mind forgotten that he and Taylor were on an adventure.

There's a sudden cold breeze that wafted through the room, his mind stirring, Paul's eyes slowly opened, hazily, they glimpsed around the room, but nothing there.

Slowly, they moved until they rested on Taylor sleeping soundly, a smile on her face.

Smiling, Paul slowly closed his eyes, again, his thumb slowly rubbing against the side of Taylor's body.

His mind slipped back into its slumber, when it was snapped back, when it felt a foreign presence.

His eyes opening again, Paul's angel eyes, more attentive, slowly moved around the room again, nobody there, the fire still going, and then they rested on something perched on the writing desk.

The raven.

Tilting its head, it looked at him, almost as if it's saying something, he couldn't hear or understand it.

His mind fully awake, Paul's eyes moved towards the only logical way it got in, the window, and he noticed that it's opened, thick fog preventing him from looking beyond the windowsill.

Moving his eyes back to the raven, Paul grew irritated.

Many thoughts went through his mind on how to deal with this raven without disturbing Taylor as she held him close.

The only weapon he can use without moving's his mind and he never used his telepathy against a raven, but he's starting now.

"Shoo! Must you burden us with your presence? Begone!" Paul used his telepathy.

The raven's taken aback at him talking to it without moving his lips, he could see it moving backwards as if shocked, looking around as it tried understanding, before looking back at him.

It let out a silent hiss before taking flight, disappearing through the wall of fog right outside the window.

"Pervert!" Paul utters with contempt as he pulled up the comforter more.