"All right," says Rose. "So the body's human. But what about you? The thing inside?" So far from home, the Wolf admits. "If you wanna get back home, we can help," Rose offers, and the Wolf's eyes are slits: "Why would I leave this place? A world of industry, of workforce and warfare. I could turn it to such purpose..." And how? The Empire of the Wolf, the Age of Steel, the breaking of Albion: "I would migrate to the Holy Monarch. With one bite, I would pass into her blood. And then it begins. The Empire of the Wolf!" The Wolf gets bored, whining about all the questions, and jumps at Rose. He just as suddenly drops back again: "Look! Inside your eyes! You've seen it too!" This is gross. Rose doesn't even remember: seen what? "The Wolf! There is something of the Wolf about you!" She stares, breathing heavily, and assures the Wolf that she doesn't know what he means. Too holy, too far away from him and here: "No lapse of moons can canker Love, Whatever fickle tongues may say." The Wolf appraises Rose anew: "You burnt like the sun, but all I require is the moon." Which is rising. "Thine are these orbs of light and shade; Thou madest Life in man and brute; Thou madest Death..."
Sir Robert attends the fascinated Doctor: "My father didn't treat it as a story; he said it was fact. He even claimed to have communed with the beast...to have learned its purpose." As Fr. Angelo is caught by something outside -- the rising moon -- Sir Robert casts his eyes down: "I should've listened." He glances around at Angelo and speaks faster: "His work was hindered; he made enemies. There's a monastery, in the Glen of Saint Catherine. The Brethren opposed my father's investigations." Victoria surmises that they found MacLeish's work "ungodly," which is funny considering that her precious Albert was ghostbustin' buddies with him. "That's what I thought," says the suddenly brave Robert. "But now I wonder, what if they had a different reason for wanting the story kept quiet?" And the Doctor realizes that he's able to say this because Fr. Angelo is wigging out, and chanting, and Robert asks the unaskable: "What if they turned from God, and worshipped the Wolf?" And the Doctor figures it out: "And what if they were with us right now?" And this is what Fr. Angelo is chanting at the moon: "Lupus deus est, lupus deus est." "The Wolf is God. The Wolf is God." (Bitch stole my refrain! Right chant, wrong Wolf.)