As Rose tries on clothes in a bedroom, and the sun is setting, the monks brew mistletoe tea, which Fr. Angelo gives in mugs to the soldiers standing guard. As Rose discovers a young housemaid in her wardrobe, the guards drop, and the monks steal their guns.

Later, Rose sits on the bed with Flora, trying to calm the girl. Flora, terrified, tells Rose how they kidnapped the Steward and the MacLeishes, and Rose promises her that her friend, the Doctor, will know what to do. "My guardian angel will speak out In that high place, and tell thee all." She makes to take Flora with her to find him, but Flora's too afraid. Rose: "Flora, we'll be safe. There's [sic] more people arrived downstairs, soldiers and everything. They can help us." Everyone but the feral girl. She's smart to know that ninjas are beyond even her ken, though; outside, they find a guard unconscious, causing Flora to whimper some more. She feels for his pulse and determines that he is -- probably -- not dead: "He must be drugged or something." The girls are thenceforth grabbed and dragged away by the monks, Fr. Angelo at the head of the group. He steps over a guard as another monk drags him away...

...and right on into the dining room: "Your companion begs an apology, Doctor. Her clothing has somewhat delayed her." The Doctor nods and offers to save Rose "a wee bit of ham," which Victoria jokes Rose could probably eat raw, if she's, as the Doctor says, a feral child. Not actually a joke, Victoria. We are not amused. Reynolds, as he braces his foot to get even further up the Monarch's ass, laughs hysterically and calls her "wise" and "witty." Grossed out, as she should be, Victoria levels him with an appraising gaze: "Slightly witty, perhaps. I know you rarely get the chance to dine with me, Captain, but don't get too excited." Oooh, Sovereign Without Pity! I like this imaginary Queen a whole lot. Almost enough to forgive her for the price every woman in the Western world -- and by an inevitable trickledown, all the dudes who proudly or otherwise kiss dudes as well -- has had to pay for her bullshit. "I shall contain my wit in case I do you further injury," adds the Queen. Reynolds crumbles around his foot and the Doctor changes the subject: "Besides, we're all waiting on Sir Robert! Come, sir! You promised us a tale of nightmares!" Victoria nods, appreciatively: "Indeed. Since my husband's death, I find myself with more of a taste for supernatural fiction." The Doctor knows what she means: "You must miss him." "The field, the chamber, and the street, For all is dark where thou art not." It's not her world she cares to learn; it's Albert's. She looks at the Doctor with new eyes and explains the entire season, sadly: "Very much. Oh, completely. And that's the charm of a ghost story, isn't it? Not the scares and chills, that's just for children, but...the hope of some contact with the great beyond. We all want some message from that place...It's the Creator's greatest mystery that we are allowed no such consolation. The dead stay silent. And we must wait." The Doctor stares at her, no idea what she's really saying, hearing only his own loneliness: "Behold the man that loved and lost, But all he was is overworn." The Doctor, straight from this sad, sweet moment -- and after the abrupt turnaround in my Doctor/Harriet fantasies, I'm not betting they're going to stay eye-to-eye -- "Come! Begin your tale, Sir Robert. There's a chill in the air. The wind is howling through the eaves. Tell us of monsters!"