After hours, the power had kicked on in the castle, Prospero was able to see clearly, and he gone around blowing out candles and turning off the lanterns, once that was done, he gone to make himself and his guests some breakfast, something to make up for the other night.

Nothing egregious, but something simple that he was able to make with little trouble.

With breakfast cooking on the stovetop, he began grabbing the plates and utensils, coming through the threshold as he went into the dining room.

Sitting down plates and utensils on the dining room table, Prospero heard a set of footsteps as he turned his head to see Paul coming through the corridor, he saw the annoyed look on Paul's face and asked what wrong, leading Paul was into telling him how a raven got into their room.

"They're quite bright, y'know," Prospero pointed out how the raven opened their window with little trouble.

Ravens are craftier than most people give them.

Seeing the look in Paul's angel eyes, Prospero questioned him about what happened, and Paul states he thinks Gallico has taken more than a shine on him.

It's following him.

For what reason he doesn't know, but the raven crossed a thin line breaking into the room with him and Taylor… and he will only leave it at that.

Hearing how a raven seemingly broke into the room to sit on the writing desk staring at Paul, Prospero couldn't believe what he's hearing.

"You didn't offend it, did you?" Prospero raised his brow.

Only other reason the raven took a shine on Paul's he done something to it, but Paul flatly stated he only gave the bird what it wanted so it'd leave him alone.

Baffled that a raven's seemingly stalking Paul, Prospero was going to comment on the matter, but he had to hurry back to the kitchen, he almost forgotten breakfast was on the stovetop.

Paul followed him through the kitchen door as Prospero worked to stir and flip everything in the pans.

As he did, he talked to Paul while platting the cooked bangers on a serving platter.

"Perhaps it'd help me, if you just come out and told me why you detest ravens, so, Doctor," Prospero pointed out that Paul being cagey with telling him wasn't helping in the matter, either, that if he'd just tell him, maybe he could help.

Exhaling sharply as the smells of the cooked breakfast reached his nose, Paul explained, "You won't believe me."

Chuckling, Prospero turned his head lightly as he mused, "You realise how much those naive people believe in their superstitions?"

Biting his lip, Paul sighs as he said to Prospero, "I've had run-ins with ravens of an unusual kind. Deadly ones."

Chuckling at this, Prospero couldn't believe what Paul was telling him, but Paul insisted that the ravens he and Taylor encountered weren't the kind that Prospero could write on a whim.

Seeing the seriousness in Paul's angel eyes, changed Prospero as he grew intrigued about these ravens.

Quickly, he grabbed every bit from the pans, putting them on the serving platter, pulling the boiling kettle off the stovetop.

Bringing everything out to the dining room, Prospero sat the platter down while Paul sat the kettle down.

"You can't honestly think that raven's dangerous," Prospero found it impossible to believe that a raven can be dangerous.

A large flock of twenty might be dangerous, but one shouldn't even be a threat, lest someone's smaller than it.

Although Prospero couldn't believe one bird to be the detriment Paul's making it out to be, he had his duties as both writer and host to ensure his guests are well-tended to, and because he's quite curious what this hubbub was about.

Exhaling sharply as he ran a hand through his hair, Prospero asks, "What are you thinking…?"

Sitting down at the table as he began pouring them all drinks, Paul admits that while he had a second opinion on the matter (the TARDIS) something kept nagging him that he needed to find an answer for, lest he go insane.

"Well, I don't know where to begin. By the way, where's Miss Taylor?" Prospero glimpsed around as he didn't see Taylor coming to the dining room.

Prospero's told that she's sleeping in for the moment, the rain, the cold, and the fog making it difficult to tell time was enough that Paul wouldn't be able to drag her out of bed if he tries.

"Mmhmm, I don't miss having to drag myself out of bed for school," Prospero admitted that he had those times, still do, where he's the same way, causing Paul to smirk at this.

Out of interest, Paul asks, "Did your mother threaten to dump ice water on your head if you didn't get out of bed?"

Chuckling, Prospero replied, "No. My headmaster had a different take. He just did it."

Oh, the years that gone by, Prospero still remembered his boarding during private school, where the headmaster gone around checking to see if his students had gotten out of bed on time, carrying buckets of freezing water to rouse them if they weren't.

While fixing a plate for Taylor to surprise her in bed, Paul talked to Prospero about everything he collected over the years he spent in the hamlet, he apologises in advance that it wasn't all catergoised, but the people in the hamlet had too many stories for him to reasonably file.

"Anything about sick people or animals going missing, found mutilated, only parts of them taken?" Paul got to the point causing Prospero to tilt his head in awe that there were ravens capable of the feat, but Paul explained with seriousness that it wasn't the ravens that went after the sick.

Though they were associated with the ones that did just that.

"The men clad in black?" Prospero glimpsed to Paul while chewing on his eggs.

Slowly nodding his head, his chestnut hair stiffly moving.

Shaking his head, Prospero informed him, "No, those stories never had anything associated with sick being taken by them. I'm not sure, though. I'll have to dig out my copies."

Paul then asked if anything odd happened around the time that Warren Nice gone missing.

While stabbing his bangers, Prospero thinks about the question, before saying that he didn't see anything out of the ordinary.

He looked at military records on top of everything else, if anything happened to Warren, either he can't find it, or something did happen to Warren, and they're not telling anyone.

"Would you allow me to use your phone after I'm done?" Paul asked permission to use Prospero's landline and he gestures that it's there for a reason, Paul thanking him as he took up the plate of breakfast and a cup of tea for Taylor.

Helpfully, Prospero gave him a serving tray with handles to make it easier for him, Paul thanking him before heading back to the guest room.

Holding onto the serving tray, Paul walked carefully through the corridor, back to their guest room.

Upon arriving at the door, he was able to open with only his elbow pushing down on the handle.

Entering their guest room, again, Paul sees Taylor still asleep in the bed, hardly moved since he left.

Going over to the writing desk, he quietly sat the tray down.

Turning around, he smiles, before a thought crossed his mind as he sneakily gone over to the window.

Carefully opening it, he held his hands out for a few minutes, the cold touching them, when he retracts them and closes the window, he snuck over to their bed.

"Eeek!" Taylor's emerald eyes fluttered open as she felt those cold hands on her.

Her mind was quick to catch up to her as she sees the culprit smirking at her.

"Oh! I'm going to get you!" Taylor swipes at Paul for that as he fiendishly giggled, before planting her kisses as he greeted her.

Still smirking, Paul asks her, "You don't intend to sleep all-day, are you?"

Looking at the time on her wristwatch, Taylor rubbed her eyes as she muttered, "I can't help it."

The conditions were just right for her to not even move from her spot, that she hardly registered Paul leaving her side.

"Come, come, have some breakfast," Paul retrieved the serving platter from the writing table as he sat it down on the bed for Taylor as she adjusted herself.

While she ate, she was brought up to speed, stopping when Paul tells her how they had an intruder in their room, a raven.

Not just any raven.

The one they encountered at the bakery.

"I'm going to make a call to the TARDIS and have it come here," Paul tells her as she resumed eating from the serving tray, sipping on her tea.

Wiping her mouth down, she tells Paul she'll finish breakfast and grab a quick shower while he's doing that.

Grabbing a few dozen more kisses, Paul moved away from her side and gone through the door, walking down the corridor to find the telephone.