Working with Taylor, Paul attempted to find a source of the interferences with Oscar's equipment, hoping that if they narrowed it down, they could plan on going to the location with the Jabberwockies and put an end to it with the hopes that it can progress to figuring out the origins of the darkness.

Difficult as Oskar said with the interferences, but they had worse odds, and with Paul's Sonic Screwdriver being used, he hoped it can pick up on anything that Oscar's equipment couldn't.

He discovers that whatever is interfering with the equipment is capable of interfering with his Sonic Screwdriver and even the TARDIS, it can't break through the interference, and there were only a few things that can ground the TARDIS like this.

And only two frighten him the most.

"Paul, what are you thinking?" Taylor sees his worry behind his angel eyes as he paced around the room.

Pacing around, Paul hesitatingly tells her that they're looking at two things and he doesn't like either.

One being an unknown.

Another being something they're both well-aware of.

"Why would either of them be here?" Taylor questions what reason the Cybermen or Daleks would have coming to this planet and Paul continued pacing around the room as he tried narrowing down the suspects.

Stopping in his place, Paul breathes that he doesn't know, but with those two, if there's one thing, he knew about them from his father and grandfather, they will do anything if there's something they wanted.

Glancing at the screens, Taylor musters they couldn't be sure if it was them, that they would have turned up as soon as they scanned the TARDIS.

Frowning as he rubbed his mouth, Paul sniffed as he lowered his hand before saying, "I don't know, they're a crafty sort, they have been dealing with our like, since my grandfather. Who knows what they have been doing since the last time we encountered them?"

Having gotten wise over the years, the two species worked to get around the hurdles they faced when fighting each other and their vowed nemesis, the Doctor.

Walking over to him, Taylor broached, "What if you're wrong? They said the animals were evolving to adapt to the darkness faster than normal, why would either care or want that?"

Organic life forms that can't be turned into more Cybermen would have been disregarded and well, the Daleks won't exactly stand to deal with something like that as the animals would be deemed as not Daleks and exterminated.

All good points, but Paul couldn't shake his gut feeling.

"Why wouldn't they come here where they'd have people to subjugate or turn into Cybermen?" Taylor gestures as she tried finding reason for why either species would be on this planet and willingly overlook natives they could easily round up and decide their fates. '

If their scanners are good enough to spot the TARDIS, they can find the natives hunkering down in windowless buildings.

A hand under his chin as he's deep in thought, Paul didn't have an answer for that, and either one taking hostages to illicit a response from the Doctor wouldn't be out of place, but even they would have said something much sooner.

Especially if it's been years since the planet saw the sun.

"We'll figure it out, Grace, we always do," Paul exhaled as he stepped over to stand by her as they looked up at the screens while trying to narrow the sources of the interferences.

Every now again someone would turn up to check on them, Paul asking them the usual questions if they saw anything bearing resemblance to either Dalek or Cybermen, no one knew what he was talking about, causing him to doubt his gut feelings.

All the Jabberwockies encountered were animals, but they claimed to avoid going into buildings that still had windows or were completely without power so they couldn't be sure if anything like either could have been present.

"It started with the storm," Taylor went back to what they learnt prior.

The darkness didn't start until after the storm, from what they asked people who saw the storm, it looked like any storm, nothing suggesting it was an omen to what would happen afterwards.

Sitting beside her at the table with his tray of food as they grown hungry wracking their brains over what caused the darkness, Paul pulled from the far reaches of his brain what he learnt from his father.

A possible side effect of the interference turning on?

Or perhaps the cause?

An idea came to mind that they were looking at an attempt from someone wanting to hide and gotten ahead of themselves.

Endless thoughts and theories, not one closer to the answer, and that would mean Paul and Taylor would have to brave going out in the darkness with the Jabberwockies.

As luck would happen, they overheard Lordon talking to a group about doing another run, and without anything left to try, the two stood up from the table and approached him as he was speaking to the Jabberwockies.

He seemed baffled that the two would want to come with them, but Paul insisted that they do so, as they want to end the darkness, and needed to exhaust every possibility.

"Ollie tried, Oskar tried, what are you doing that's different?" Lordon questioned Paul as he crossed his arms.

A weak shrug, Paul replied, "I inherited the family stubbornness, sir."

Passed down from generation to generation, Paul has the stubbornness that helped his human ancestors escape Ireland during the Famine and thrive in New York City as well as his Time Lord ancestors' ingenuity during the Time War.

So stubborn, a mule would be more agreeable than he would, and believe Paul when he says that.

"I don't know, I can't risk something going wrong with newbies," Lordon cast doubt on them coming with him, worried that because of them being new to the Jabberwocky way they would be a load than an asset.

He relented when Paul brought up that he and Taylor ate, it wouldn't be fair if they didn't repay it in some fashion, especially when it was getting harder to find enough to feed everyone.

Uncrossing his arms, Lordon asked for their qualifications and heard how the couple were able to fire weapons, use whatever they have at their advantage, and even turn mundane things into weapons when things become dire enough.

"Trust me, Lordon, this isn't our first time," Paul summed what he and Taylor been going through since they started adventuring.

As difficult as this was, they would find a way through it, Paul promised Lordon that.

Thinking deeply, Lordon exhaled as he gave the couple instructions and they followed them.

Went to where the Jabberwockies suited up where they received their weapons, a shotgun, flares, anything that the Jabberwockies refined over the years that helped them keep the flicker of hope going in this uncertain time they were in.

"Now remember, the animals have been known to get quiet. Real quiet. You won't know they're there until you're dead. We use this to alleviate that problem," Lordon showed them an old trick that helped them immensely.

Glass.

Broken glass to be exact.

Easy to find, light enough to travel with, a few glass cups can help in a pinch.

Slam one down near you, listen to the broken glass.

The Jabberwockies have gotten good enough with the broken glass that they can tell without saying a word to one another who or what was near them.

Only problem is if they do it too much the animals might get wise, so they only use the broken glass when there is nothing else.

"Now, Doctor, where do you think we should go?" Lordon questioned Paul as they overlooked the map of the area.

His angel eyes moving across the map as he's studying it, Paul tried to think like a Dalek or a Cyberman.

They would hide somewhere they can use at their discretion that they can fortify with ease.

His finger stopping, Paul asks about the location under his finger.

Looking over his shoulders, Lordon replied, "The old television station?"