Adjusting to his situation took time and effort, but Prospero managed to avoid narrowly looking like a git as he stood in the centre of the TARDIS, shocked and in awe of how one police box appearing out of nowhere in his library turned out to be something out of this world.

Literary!

Imagine the words his publisher would have if he were to tell him about this, he'd think he gone mad.

With the copies, Paul and Taylor fed them through the TARDIS, and it went through time and space to conclude that the isolated hamlet's stories didn't reach vast and far than anticipated.

It did accidentally showcase the things Prospero wrote about the stories, that's about the extent it could find, but Paul wasn't deterred.

"Could you fetch the book?" Paul inquired if Prospero was willing to retrieve the rare book and bring it here, maybe the TARDIS can find something relevant.

Prospero doubted the TARDIS could so much as translate a word of the books, considering how it couldn't find anything from his copies of the books that were in his library, but Paul assured him that the TARDIS has aces up its sleeve.

"You make it seem like it's a person," Prospero mused that Paul treated it like an actual person.

Smiling at him, Paul affirmed that there's more to the TARDIS than meets the eye.

Unable to argue against that, Prospero left to retrieve the book from its glass, leaving Paul and Taylor looking at one another.

"That doesn't seem right, the TARDIS should've easily figured it out," Taylor questions how the TARDIS didn't point them to the right direction.

Paul gave a reasonable explanation.

They encountered a rare instance wherein their adventure is isolated.

It meant that the TARDIS didn't have a reference point from other universes to lean on, nothing to borrow, nothing to try and cross-reference.

He likened it to the fact in their adventuring, they never once encountered individuals that looked anything like them.

"What does that mean?" Taylor inquired what they should do if this didn't pan out with the book.

Thinking it over, Paul expressed they'll have to make do and go from there.

While they didn't have much to go by on the copies, Paul's still mulling about a possible Drekker exposure.

He can't shake it off if he tried and it drove him mad!

"If it were them, why wouldn't the TARDIS tell us?" Taylor brought up that it was good about telling them when there was a potential threat.

A lightbulb lit above Paul's head as he says, "Because there wasn't!"

Oh!

Of course!

Why didn't he think of that!

Confused, Taylor gestures as she asks what Paul's saying and he explained that the TARDIS wasn't checking for the Drekker necessary, only if there been incidents involving them killing people and animals.

There'd be no way they'd stay contained to this area, with a hamlet this small, they were bound to grow hungry without something to eat.

It'd perfectly explain the ravens, too!

Seeing how excited Paul's become after figuring out something that's been bothering him, Taylor tempered him, before asking, "Why were they here if they're not feeding?"

It wouldn't make sense for them coming here and not going beyond the hamlet to feed, seemed foolish, but Paul broached an idea that's rarely encountered or known much about.

"There's a possibility they've been taking people," Paul summed as he held his hands under his chin, thinking about his theories.

Since they couldn't reproduce the natural way, the thought made Paul visibly sick to his stomach, Drekker have to make do scouring for people to bring into their fold, regardless of how they felt.

Sticking his hands into his messenger bag, Paul brought out his journal.

Opening it, he flipped through the pages until he read what he wrote.

"… There be times that they come from their nests, to seek not of tainted flesh, but of kindred," Paul glances up as Taylor's stunned.

He found that passage while he and Taylor were busy in a different adventure.

Looking up to the monitors, Paul calls out to the TARDIS, "Am I right?"

His angel eyes followed the strain of text that appeared that showed that he was correct, the TARDIS never factored in the Drekker only coming to collect people.

Some may grow excited at the opportunity of a lifetime, but for Paul and Taylor, it wasn't the case, they're in unfamiliar territories compared to worrying about the Drekker getting violent.

Though, now they finally have their answers, there still remained the issue of the Drekker getting violent when there's interference in their collection.

"That raven belongs to the Big One, I'm sure of it," Paul couldn't shake the belief that Gallico belonged to the Big One of the flock.

Another peculiar phenomenon that hasn't been quite understood.

One question's whether the Drekker used ravens or crows, both, but given that no one held a conversation with one to know for sure, Paul's sure that it depends on the timing.

There's thoughts that Drekker purposely infect their bird of choice with (and Paul doesn't even want to imagine) their "milk" by vomiting special bile into the nests.

Their choice of birds consumes this milk and becomes a sort of extension to them.

Very useful since these man beasts can't co-exist in the day, the sensitivity to light and all that, they needed something to be their eyes and ears.

Granted there's a high chance the birds die from the exposure to the bile, even if they initially had no trouble prior, considering what the Drekker eat and all that, these instances are considerably rare.

They're more likely to encounter the Drekker themselves than their birds, that much Paul knows for sure.

So now begs the question, how long have they been doing this?

Paul suspects their answers are in that book.

"You don't suppose Warren…" Taylor looked up to Paul as she felt his comforting arms around her.

Prospero said it himself that Warren went missing and no one found the body, then the legend that ravens only come when a Nice lives in the castle…

Their thoughts were silenced when they heard Prospero stepping through the doorway of the TARDIS holding the book in his hands.

Apoligising for the delay, he had to fix the picture frames, sweep up the broken glass from some of them, and close the window, a gust of wind blew through the area and sent the window opening on its own, slamming into the picture frames on the sides of the window.

He saw the look on Paul and Taylor's faces, causing him to inquire what was wrong, only for Paul to ask for the book in his hands.

Releasing his grip on the book, Prospero watches as Paul gone over to the console, a slot opening on the front, allowing him to stick the book inside it, and it closed on its own.

"Someone want to tell me what's going on, you two look like you saw ghosts," Prospero wanted an answer as to what was wrong and Taylor gave it in the form of a question.

Uneasy, she looked towards him, before asking, "Do you know anything more about your family history?"

Mulling it over, Prospero replied that he knows his earliest family members hailed from somewhere in what would be known as Finland, traversing to Briton centuries ago.

"Why?" Prospero asked her.

He heard Paul calling, "Because this isn't an ordinary book. This is your family's heritage."

This time around, the TARDIS parsed together the pages with ease, the language that Paul and Taylor had trouble identifying's indeed a dead language, only spoken by a limited amount of people, that there were no accounts of it anywhere in the databases of historians.

Agitated by the vagueness, Prospero goes up to Paul, demanding him to speak clearly, only for Paul to point up to the monitors.

Following his fingers, Prospero sees that there's translations of the book as the TARDIS worked.

"Tell me Prospero, are you sure Viper died?" Paul turned his head towards the writer while he read the detailed accounts of his early ancestors.

Seeing how they were accustomed to the fact that at one point, any one of them could've "taken flight" at any point, Prospero muttered, "No… I don't… I don't know…"