The day felt like it went long, but the skies tell a different story, as colonists grew wary at the sight, fleeing to their homes in fright, and the lawmen forced out into the streets to keep the proverbial peace enforcing the curfews.

Stuck in the inn with his angel eyes fixated looking outside, Paul felt helpless in their situation.

In normal situations, he would have some way of rescuing the colonists from their fate, but this one, he couldn't do anything but wait until the massacre begins.

The TARDIS hadn't returned to their room, likely still working on how to rescue them and their only survivor.

Nothing on who that might've been, yet, the TARDIS being tightly lipped as it were only fueled Paul's concerns that their survivor will be someone they know and likely have differentiating thoughts about them.

"Hap, must be," Paul made a guess who their survivor was, that's why it wasn't telling them.

Poking him with her thin finger, Taylor pulled him away from the window towards a tray of food that was given to them by Mary.

Least she can do with the curfews keeping them from going outside and finding food elsewhere until morning.

With their individual plates, the couple sat around and ate, every now again, Paul looked up at the window, his angel eyes glistening in the candlelight.

Nothing outside, not that he heard, he was tempted to go up and move the curtains, but was convinced against it by Taylor, as she convinced him that it wouldn't help, only make it harder.

Sitting with his legs crossed, Paul stayed seated, until they're surprised by the appearance of the TARDIS.

Appearing in the corner unexpectedly, Paul and Taylor stood up in shock as Paul went around the table going towards the TARDIS.

"What have you found?" Paul inquired what the TARDIS discovered and the door opened on its own.

Accompanied by Taylor, he enters the awaiting TARDIS where the screens above the TARDIS turned on by themselves showing a wall of text.

The TARDIS worked out a definitive plan that was deemed acceptable and wouldn't risk any chance of something going wrong, but Paul won't be pleased with it.

Tomorrow, Paul and Taylor are to rescue the sole survivor of Jamestown from an encounter of a fledgling that broke into their shed.

It is essential for the survivor to witness the carnage and the fledgling in the shed.

From that point on, they must abdicate from Jamestown with the survivor after the encounter.

No exceptions.

Do what they must to ensure that the survivor comes with them willingly.

The very next night after is the night that death follows.

There's nothing else it can do from this point on, they're on their own until they rescue the survivor.

The TARDIS will wait for them close as it can get and the moment they're inside, it will spirit them away to somewhere safe where they can allow the survivor to be found by a traveling horseman.

"That's it?" Paul inquires if there's anything more, he and Taylor needed to know before then and the TARDIS responded with a short text that there was nothing else to be said.

Curious, Taylor brings up, "That doesn't seem fair, how are we supposed to find them in time?"

They can't exactly check every outside infrastructure for a shed with the lone survivor and the fledgling.

It resulted in the TARDIS acknowledging that it wasn't fair, yes.

[Will you do as I tell you?]

The TARDIS asked a direct question.

Nodding, Taylor insisted that she and Paul will do whatever it took getting the survivor out of the angry claws of the Drekker.

[Hap.]

Vindicated that he was correct in his deduction, Paul inquires why Hap, of all people, and the TARDIS informed him that after watching the fledgling in motion, it will force him into swallowing his pride.

"He'll learn his lesson?" Paul asks the TARDIS.

After what he'll see, the TARDIS believe that Hap will change as a person, for better or worse, and attempt to spread awareness of the Drekker.

Given what Paul and Taylor learnt over their travels, no one was ever able to make the general public aware of their existence, and the TARDIS admitted that Hap won't be able to make a dent in the ignorance of the populace, and with the powers that be, it'll be stories, and nothing more.

That was that and the couple stepped out of the TARDIS.

As they do, it disappeared yet, again, preparing for tomorrow.

Sitting on the edge of the bed with a look on his face, Paul couldn't believe that he and Taylor would have to save Hap.

"It's the Doctor's way, Paul," Taylor beside him.

Shaking his head, Paul bitterly said, "Of all people, Grace!"

Tenderly touching his hands, Taylor understood his frustration, but that was the way of the Doctor, and Paul knew that.

"Why Grace, why is it we try, but nothing we do amounted to anything?" Paul questioned why they tried revealing the foul beasts' existence always resulted in failure.

They tried every step of the way, but some force or another stops their effort, and the populace remained uninformed of what lurked in the fog and the darkness.

"We do what we can," Taylor cusped his cheeks with her soft hands.

Even if it seems impossible, it doesn't mean their efforts weren't for naught.

Noticing the time, the couple prepared for bed, and Paul struggled to sleep, his mind a flutter, but he eventually settled and slept.

When he woke up, he heard the chaos outside as there were more blood spots and missing people.

Taylor went to investigate while he was asleep and Paul pushed himself up from the ground as he readied for the day.

Running down the stairs, Paul ran out the door to join Taylor's side as she watched people panic.

Overlapping voices made it difficult to hear her, that Paul used his telepathy to speak with her.

"What's going on?" Paul inquires as he watched the frightened colonists scrambling back to their homes, desperate to flee from the colony from a perceived serial killer.

Despondently shaking her head, Taylor responds with, "Three of the lawmen went missing last night."

During their patrol, three lawmen went missing, and come morning, the colonists found individual blood spots in the middle of the dirt street.

Out of fear, the remaining lawmen quit after the discovery, believing that they'd be next, and because of their refusal to continue maintaining whatever law they could, the colonists aren't taking it well.

Without lawmen to protect them, the colonists were up in arms as they struggled in the streets while Paul and Taylor moved away from the scene.

The chaos will continue until tonight and Taylor thought they'd have to keep Hap from leaving Jamestown, but it'd appear that the man held lofty goals that he wouldn't leave the colony under any circumstances.

There's assumption that Hap won't leave his museum behind and likely didn't want anyone stealing his possessions from the carriages trying to move them to another part of the colonies, but hell hath a stubborn man.

With the colonists restless from the murders, it caused Taylor to wonder how none of them fled the colony after today and survive the massacre, and Paul gave his thoughts as they made their way around the colony trying to find a covert way of getting to Hap's place without being seen.

Even if the colonists left tonight, the Drekker will find them, they always do, with their patriarch, the colonists can flee into the uncharted west if they wanted, it won't stop the Drekker.

It might be precisely why they won't see any Sabbek in the massacre.

"How so?" Taylor grew curious as she carefully went through the thickets with him.

Paul explains, "A chief as a patriarch, he could have enforced tradition even beyond his transformation."

Going through the thickets, they found a least-taken path going up to Hap's shed, from the smell alone he kept more than his excavating tools, seems he was taken to brewing his own alcohol.

Not very good from what Paul smelled, a good reason why the fledgling broke into the shed mistaking it for something else.

With the path found, the couple hurried away from it, since they knew Hap wouldn't be far behind.

From then on, it was only matter of waiting for the inevitable, a horror movie that Paul couldn't pause or skip scenes, he was forced to watch it all, as time slowly slipped away.

Already there were carriages leaving the colony filled with frightened people trying to escape from the nightmare, but fate knew they wouldn't escape it for long.

Mary and her husband abandoned their inn and so have their other guests, it was only Paul and Taylor left.

Left alone in the abandoned inn, there wasn't much for them in the way of entertainment, but with the unmanned kitchen filled with food left behind during the panic.

His mother always told him not to waste food if he can help it, his father especially, so Paul opted to help Taylor use up what was left and prepared themselves different courses.

It was a struggle since the inn owners didn't have many seasonings, but Paul and Taylor managed, and as they ate, they glimpsed out the windows of the inn periodically to see the colony slowly becoming quieter with few stragglers.

Drinking tea, Paul watches as the day slowly waned, and he prepared with Taylor going back the way they came to Hap's shed.

Covered head to toe in a rosemary mixture, the couple ventured out into the colony proper, the silence deafening and no lanterns were lit.

Close together, the couple walked through the streets back to the path.

Every now again there's a breeze that kicked up leaves that made them nervous, but other than that, they didn't smell the familiar musk.

Taking the path up, the couple could smell the musk wafting from the shed, and the scent of fresh blood.

Hurrying up to the shed, Paul and Taylor glimpsed inside the small window, and see a black shadow overlooking something slumped.

"Are we…?" Taylor worried as she telepathically asks Paul.

His angel eyes narrowing on the slumped body, Paul identified it as Hoyle's.

Hap shouldn't be too far behind.

And as they huddled away from the window, they hear scattering footsteps and Hap calling out Hoyle's name.

Guess Hoyle was sent to check the brew and accidentally stumbled into the fledgling.

Luckily the fledgling didn't notice the couple looking in through the window, but that's expected, it's learning as it went, and likely never had many problems hunting that it never developed the need to watch its back, not yet, anyway.

Something Paul studied was that fledglings were given dying prey to practice on by their older brethren with the patriarch guiding them.

It takes a while for them to become as fearful as their counterparts, but just because they're fledglings, they're prone to outbursts when scared and unrestrained in their attacks.

Reaching into his pocket, Paul retrieved something simple.

Flash paper.

A magician's friend and a Doctor's, too.

When in an event like this happens, sometimes a simple bang from the flash paper is all it took.

It'll be tricky, but the moment Hap sees Hoyle's dead body and the fledgling, it comes down to the wire, and they needed to be quick.

Counting down in his head, Paul slowly moved with Taylor in the darkness as they watch Hap arriving at the shed, angrily shouting Hoyle's name.

The moment he opened the door into the shed and sees the fledgling and Hoyle's mangled body, Hap let out a shrill scream, and the unaware fledgling sharply turned around to face Hap with blood dripping from its blackened claws.

Before it was able to move, Paul swatted the paper against the wall of the shed, causing a bang.

Taylor yanked Hap towards them and as she does, the fledgling let out a low hiss as reacted thoughtlessly.

The usually slow fledgling moved effortlessly out of the shed looking for Hap, but he was gone.

Trembling in his boots, Hap's eyes were bigger than his face as his black mustache started greying from the sight of his employee dead on the ground with his chest ripped out.

He tried to move but as he did, he didn't hear the grass under his boots, metal.

His eyes suffered tunnel vision, but he could make out the shapes of two people.

"Mr. Hap, you're safe now," Taylor called out to him.

Muttering wildly, Hap goes, "That-that thing!"

Nodding, Paul explained, "Yes, that was a fledgling. You're fortunate it wasn't its brothers."

Had it been, Hap would have been dead, already.

"Where am I?" Hap felt his vision returning and he was in a place unknown to him and Paul informed him that as far as he's aware, he's safe.

But now, Hap must be returned somewhere else, and Paul went around the console while Taylor helped Hap sit on the steps.

He didn't say anything else, didn't panic, nothing, he was scared stiff, and easily plied into walking out the TARDIS when it brought him outside Boston.

Once he was in distance to some watchmen, that was it for Paul and Taylor.

After what felt like an eternity, Paul and Taylor returned to their universe.

A heavy sigh as he sat on the steps, Paul rubbed his eyes.

Sitting next to him, Taylor frowns as she wondered what became of Hap's Museum.

Lowering his hand, Paul speculated that after the massacre, the Drekker retrieved the body and the bones.

The graves that Hoyle and Paul dug probably filled by the Drekker's large bird-like feet pushing the dirt back into the hole as they returned the bones and buried their brethren.

After the massacre of the remaining people in Jamestown, they went after those that fled, and that was that.

That is how Jamestown disappeared.

And given their luck, no one will know the truth except Hap, but given his mental state, he will not recover from the sight, and the guilt from contributing to the colony's demise.

However, the TARDIS wasn't wrong, they obtained a lot of information from Hap turning a new leaf before the guilt became too much for him.

No one believed him, then, no will, now.

The tribe that was familiar with the Drekker had disappear into the sands of time as well, it became lost history.

THE END