Sitting on a Rocco sofa stitching her husband's vest after a bullet sheered it, a woman in her late twenties shakes her head with disappointment in her husband's penchant for getting into trouble during his jobs as she exhales sharply, "You vex me, so!"

Ever since he moved on from being a quaint watchmaker to solving crimes and mysteries, her husband got into situations that almost got him killed or worse!

Overhead in the kitchen boiling tea water, she heard her husband comment, "He wasn't a nice man, Lizzy. A good thing your companion helped see him change his mind!"

Grinning ear to ear, Lizzy remarked, "Nobody messes with my fair Bumble, Cappy!"

Poking his head out, her husband, a man that looked mid to late thirties with fine lines on his pale cheeks, inquisitively asked where Bumble went after the ordeal, and Lizzy responded that she'd gone and went to check the board for any other cases that might've caught his interest.

"Even I need my rest," he reminds her before disappearing back into the kitchen.

He returned momentarily with a tray of tea and biscuits, proceeding to sit it on the Rocco table before sitting beside Lizzy.

His cyan eyes glistened in the light from the fixtures above as he settled in his spot, Lizzy still stitching the holes in his vest with an exasperated face as she internally questioned her husband's life choices.

She felt his hand on her shoulder as she hears her husband, "I'll make it up to you, promise."

Turning her head towards him with her elegant hair stiffly moving, Lizzy retorts, "You always say that!"

Sighing, her husband settled in his spot as he admits that she wasn't wrong about that.

Stitching the last hole, Lizzy announced that she was done, showing her work to her husband as he took it in his hands.

Marveled by Lizzy's stitching, Cappy goes, "You never fail to amaze me, Lizzy."

Lightly shrugging, Lizzy modestly goes that she learnt to stitch well since the days it was only her and Bumble.

And Bumble getting into scraps of her own protecting Lizzy from people was a learning experience of itself.

Now, it's Bumble and Cappy!

"Part of the job, o' mum," Cappy pulled Lizzy close to him.

Pouring tea for him and Lizzy, Cappy picked up a biscuit as he glimpsed at the handcrafted clock with unusual designs on the clock face.

Hm, Bumble should be back by now, she's never the type to be late coming back from checking for new cases posted.

"Oh, I'm sure she's fine, my father made her himself," Lizzy insisted that Bumble wasn't in any danger, on account she was top of the line with expensive upgrades to keep her and Lizzy protected from anything or anyone that might act aggressively.

Stroking her side as he held his teacup in the other hand, Cappy mused that Bumble certainly earned her keep.

Turning their heads, they heard the front door opening with Bumble walking in, but as Lizzy called out to her, she noticed there were two other people behind Bumble.

A man and a woman.

Quickly sitting down his teacup and his vest, Cappy stood up, his pleated clothing stiffly moving as he walked over to meet the man and woman.

"And who are these people, Bumble?" Cappy inquires what his cohort brought home this time and she pointed with her black metallic hand towards the man and woman while telling Cappy that they were looking for help.

Following her finger, Cappy looked at the man with his chestnut hair and eyes glistening under the lights and a smile appeared on his face.

Catching this as she joined his side, Lizzy inquires to her husband, "Who's this, luv?"

Staring at him, Cappy answers, "Why dear, it's the Doctor!"

Stunned, Lizzy turned her head back to the man standing in front of her as she tilted her head.

It's been a while, but the last time she heard that title it belonged to a different looking man.

"Because my dear, this isn't the man you met. A different one. Though, I suspect there might be a connection, am I wrong?" Cappy's cyan eyes glistened.

Smiling back the man stood in awe as he asks, "How'd you know?"

He watched as Cappy tapped his own chest with two fingers and a sly smile.

"You're… a Time Lord?" the woman next to the man tilts her head, her hair shimmering to the side of her face.

Sitting around the den with teacups steaming and conversations ringing out, Cappy revealed himself with no hesitation that indeed he is a Lord of Time, Time Lord if Paul preferred.

"Why'd you leave Gallifrey?" Paul grew curious as he settled in his spot next to Taylor.

Myriad of reasons, sure, but he never met a Time Lord on his and Taylor's adventures before.

Exhaling sharply, Cappy explained that he saw a change in the people that he tried preventing, when he couldn't, he decided that he had no other choice but to abscond from the home he only knew.

"I traveled the stars and I found my way here, the people didn't know any better, so I blended in," Cappy sums as he added sugar cubes to his teacup. "Eventually, I met Lizzy and her companion, well here we are."

He wasn't surprised when Paul told him that he never gone to Gallifrey, commenting that if the trajectory he charted was correct, then the Time Lords would outright reject Paul due to his heritage.

"I feared our people would forget themselves and I am afraid I am correct in my deduction," Cappy exhaled as he rubbed his cyan eyes.

As he did, he heard Taylor inquire, "What was it like… when you were there?"

Sipping on his tea, Cappy said that in his near-thousand-year life, he remembered when there was hope, but that went away when the Daleks arrived.

Spiteful cretins, them, and he fought against them during the early skirmishes, but for naught, as Paul might've learnt.

"They've all forgotten what it meant to be a Lord of time, I don't rightly know if there's any help with their sort," Cappy sighs as he sat the teacup on the plate.

He doubted that they'd be happy seeing him, again, probably thought he got killed by the Daleks, life went on, but there wasn't any way to be certain unless Cappy went back to Gallifrey, and he wasn't fond of the idea.

With them now, they'd disown him promptly for marrying a human.

"And I much prefer her company to theirs, if I'm honest," Cappy held Lizzy close to him.

Looking at her, Taylor grew curious as she asks Lizzy how she reacted and watched as Lizzy shrugs while saying, "I've traveled the stars and worlds over, Miss Taylor, I wasn't at all shocked."

Leading Bumble to add, "It comes with the job."

Being the daughter of a prominent figure meant Lizzy met everyone under the sun and then some, that when Cappy told her the truth, she wasn't shocked.

"What're you doing, these days?" Paul continued asking questions, his chestnut eyes glistening under the lights above as he was curious about what the Time Lord did during the time, he left Gallifrey and Cappy answers how he brought his crafts with him.

He made excellent money with his handmade pocket watches, but eventually he gotten to the point where he wanted to do more than do what he done on Gallifrey.

So, he took up detective work, figuring that with his mind and tentative nature, he could make it work, having Bumble and Lizzy help him was a bonus.

"My grandfather gotten a pocket watch from you," Paul mentioned as Cappy smiled, bringing back memories, as he mused that he made quite a bit of the watches for the school's children as graduation gifts.

The faint smile on his face gone away as he wondered if anyone on Gallifrey kept their graduation gifts.

Taking the chain out of his pocket with the pocket watch attached, Paul hands his grandfather's pocket watch to Cappy.

Holding it in his hands, seeing his craft yet again, it made Cappy's cyan eyes glisten.

"Your grandfather messed with it," he hands it back as he was quick to notice the modifications done to it.

Clasping the hook back around the hidden loop and putting the pocket watch back where it belonged, Paul muses, "Didn't expect someone like you becoming a detective."

He heard Cappy chuckle, "Neither did I expect your grandfather stealing that hunk of junk from the scrapyard, either, but things do happen for a reason, I suppose."

After tea, Cappy showed Paul and Taylor his life's work, taking pride in the cases he helped solve, though Lizzy sharply brings up the multiple times he gotten hurt during them.

"What case have you been working on recently?" Taylor asks as she watched Cappy gleam at his solved cases.

His cyan eyes focused on them, Cappy replied, "At the moment, none. I had Bumble go down to see if anyone posted anything."

Crossing her arms, Bumble said that she checked after bumping into Paul and Taylor, but nothing stuck out, they were the same as last week.

"Can't solve all the cases, I suppose," Cappy rubbed his face as he proceeded to show the couple his handmade clocks that he spent meticulously crafting.

Her emerald eyes looking at them, Taylor noticed something amiss, of the different clocks he made, Cappy didn't seem to make a grandfather clock.

She brought it up and he let out an exhale as he mentioned that there was a reason for it.

Grandfather clocks weren't considered something grand in the eyes of Gallifrey.

Rather, it's considered bad luck.

"Never heard of grandfather clocks being bad luck," Taylor found the thought peculiar, but Cappy explained that when he was growing up, there were old legends that never shook to the point that nobody uses grandfather clocks even beyond the day Cappy left.

Even Cappy wouldn't make grandfather clocks due to them because of how seeped the legends were in his youth.

Paul wanted to know more about them and so Cappy told him.

"An old legend I'm quite familiar with said that there used to be a clock capable of predicting death. It was tall as a man, old and worn, and had a face of a clockwork. Derelict and abandoned, nobody would have thought anything. You wouldn't think of it possible to function with the clock hands frozen in place, but should you come up to it out of curiosity, there was a chance that this grandfather clock would come alive. The clock hands would start moving on their own as if the grandfather clock wasn't broken and when it stopped at precisely 12, you would die shortly afterwards," Cappy recalled the legend as he dried his hands from helping washing the dishes.

Fascinated, Taylor remarked, "Seems odd, you mean that it wouldn't normally work until some soul encounters it?"

Affirming with a nod, Cappy responded with, "Never knew the origins, either, only that when I was a child, I always feared coming across the grandfather clock, and dread it springing to life."

It was something that probably had a reasonable explanation thousands of years ago, but morphed as the ages went on to the point that Cappy learnt them, but habitually he refused the thought of owning or creating a grandfather clock.

Wouldn't even cross one in his path, he has been entrenched in the legends that he couldn't shake.

Lizzy brought up that when she and Cappy visited her father when they began courtship, he absolutely dreaded the grandfather clock in the den.

"He wouldn't stay in the den, not even for a minute," Lizzy glimpsed to her husband.

Even now, Cappy refused to go in the den with the grandfather clock, and no amount of trying would sway him, even if Lizzy or Bumble proved to him that it wasn't the infamous grandfather clock from the legends.

"It's a force of habit, dear," Cappy sums.

Baffled, Paul questioned why a grandfather clock of all things, causing Cappy to shrug as he answered that he didn't know himself.

"I'd assume it's an allegory, but truthfully, I have no answer for you," Cappy shrugs as he couldn't begin to guess how a grandfather clock became a legend that terrified him and children his age at the time.

Doubt anyone on Gallifrey knew themselves if they even remembered the old legends.

Their conversations were stopped when there's a ring coming from the telephone and Bumble gone to answer for Cappy.

A few minutes she called for Cappy and he went over to take the receiver from her as he began talking to one of his informants.

"Really? Where?" Cappy grabbed his notepad and pen as he began writing down the information.

He continued talking to his informant until he finally sat the receiver down.

Coming towards him, Lizzy asks her husband what was wrong, and Cappy tells her that his informant said that he found out that people were going missing around the old lumber mill.

"You don't mean the McLeary lumber mill, do you?" Lizzy raised her eyebrow at her husband.

Frowning, Cappy admitted it was that, and Paul interjects asking the significance of the lumber mill.

Lizzy said, "It belonged to a mob boss that Cappy sent to the big house."

Weakly shrugging, Cappy admitted that ever since he busted the mob boss that the lumber mill became abandoned.

Not anymore, he supposes.

Normally, people going missing around a mob owned lumber mill wouldn't be out of the ordinary to someone like Cappy, but with it abandoned, it raised a lot of questions.

"Who went missing?" Paul asks as he watched the old Time Lord going around his home collecting his things as Bumble waited for him by the door.

As he fetched his hat, Cappy answers, "Mighty unusual thing. When it comes to crime bosses, they aren't fond of my types, but when it comes to people outside the game, I don't know what to think."

After retrieving his things, Cappy gone to his wife and planted a firm kiss on her forehead.

"Be careful this time, will you?" Lizzy pleaded with him.

Smiling as he lightly gripped the rim of his hat, Cappy reminds her, "I'm a detective, dear, I can't help it if they don't like me very much. Say, how good are the two of you at sleuthing?"

Measly, Taylor tells him, "I'm a curator at the Bembridge Museum, sir. But ancient history doesn't mean much for current crime solving."

Chortling, Cappy complimented her with, "Good, you can tell us if the wine's a fake or not. How about you?"

Paul gestures as he goes, "Well, I am the Doctor, and I do have a terrible penchant for finding trouble."

He felt a nudge from Taylor as she corrected him, "You mean trouble finds you, dear!"