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[music playing]

-Check.

-Check and mate, I'm afraid, Darius.

-No. Hold on.

I was handicapped.

I've got a non-human on my team.

-And only one intelligent life form.

-Lo-- I just can't play in these conditions.

-Well, what conditions?

-I rest my case.

-From my observation, the problem

is not too much is happening out there,

but not enough is happening in there.

-What do you mean?

-He means in your brain.

DARIUS: Yeah, whatever.

Great partner you turned out to be.

-Ooo!

Ask her if you can stay over.

-Are you joking?

It's just the women who put the mother in smother.

-Hi, mum.

Particularly nasty weather we're having.

-Communications are going out all over London.

I'm sending a carry to take you home now.

-Unless you have an amphibious vehicle,

I suggest Jorjie stays here.

The storm is shaping up to be the biggest electrical event

that London has seen in decades. -Did you hear that?

Professor Gryffen has asked me to stay over.

-I want you to exercise some parental control, Gryffen.

That's not too much to ask, is it?

-Absolutely not.

JUNE: Fine.

I'll pick you up when the storm passes.

Now be sure and don't drink too many glasses of water

after 1700.

-Missed that last bit, mum.

See you tomorrow.

[crash]

-Starkey, do you want to, um, run up and see what that was?

-Yeah, I'm on it.

-Is everything OK?

-Um, yeah.

The window's fine, but I saw a little boy's

face just kind of hanging there.

-What did he look like?

-Um, I must have been seeing things.

It's three stories above the ground.

-Tell me what he looked like.

-I don't know.

He was, uh, skinny.

Blonde boy.

About seven or eight.

-Are you sure it wasn't your reflection in the glass?

-Well, it definitely wasn't my face.

-Maybe your eyes are playing tricks on you.

Because of the lightning.

-Well, at 30 feet above the ground,

I think we can safely assume the boy isn't real.

Unless he had extremely long legs.

-Then why did Gryffen run off like a maniac?

-I don't know.

But I'm tired of beating Darius at chess.

Let's do something else.

MINA AND JACOB [ON TV]: Dad.

Dad. Can I have ice cream?

ELEANOR [ON TV]: Come on. Leave daddy alone.

Give me a big smile.

STARKEY: Once upon a midnight dreary,

while I pondered weak and weary, Over many a quaint

and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded,

nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

-Nah.

Poetry doesn't really do it for me.

-Want to hear a really scary story?

Let me tell you how my mother reacted when

I told her I was hanging out with you.

Terrified. -Wait.

Your mum spends her days hunting bug-eyed monsters,

and she's worried about you being with us?

-What can I say? You're boys.

Scariest creatures in the universe.

-Correction. Second scariest.

Some day I'll describe the Sporax to you.

-Talking of generally odd and weird, what was that all about

with Gryffen?

-I don't know.

-Not exactly. -Come on.

You've worked here for awhile.

-And you obviously know something.

STARKEY: Oh, uh, we were just discussing, um,

what's for dinner.

-I thought I'd give you an update.

It's intensifying over the channel.

It's turning out to be the mother of all storms.

-Ooh, Halloween lamps.

What we need now is pumpkins.

-The fuses might blow at any moment.

-All right, Darius.

Spill it.

-A few years back, the prof and his family were on holiday.

And they were taken from him.

It wasn't an accident of some kind .

He's never been the same since.

But he's never stopped trying to bring them back.

Back from wherever they are.

-Great.

Mood lighting.

My mum should be calling right about now.

[beeping]

-Yes, mum.

-Just making sure you're safe.

JORJIE: I'm fine.

How can I not be when you and the rest of the Department

are out there keeping London clean from alien trash?

-Well, I'm glad you approve of my work.

I knew you'd come around.

-I bet her lie detector's going [inaudible].

-June Turner, aren't you lucky to have

time for personal calls?

Who is it you're talking to?

-Oops.

Electrical interference.

Sorry, you're cutting out. -Hey.

That's my trick.

[giggling]

-Did you guys hear that?

-That crazy giggling?

No.

[giggling]

-Come on.

[giggling]

-Excuse me.

[spooky music]

[giggling]

ELEANOR [HAUNTINGLY]: Alistair.

Alistair.

-Who are you?

-Where did you come from?

-They're weird looking kids.

-Are your mother and father here?

-Analysing now.

Am receiving no vital signs from subjects.

-Seriously? -No infrared.

No pulse.

No respiration.

-You mean they're not alive.

-Correct. -So they're--

-Non-corporeal entities.

-Where'd they go?

-You follow them.

I'll secure the rest of the house.

-That's the girl.

-And the boy!

[giggling]

-Hey.

[gasp]

-Don't do that.

-I just wanted you to know that I'm right behind you.

-That's a real comfort.

-Don't worry.

I'm right behind you.

-Any readings yet?

-Negative.

I've checked the house, they don't

exist in any normal sense.

-What's normal around here?

-I have self- postulated the same query many times.

-Well, why do you stay, K-9?

I mean, you could go anywhere in the universe

if you're not too fussy whether space

time manipulator hails you.

So why do you stay here?

-The same reason I calculate you do, Starkey.

Because here, if nowhere else in the cosmos, I am needed.

Excessive silence.

Does this have meaning?

-Negative, K-9.

Did you see that?

[giggling]

-I detect nothing.

Do you hear me?

There's nothing there.

-Jorjie.

Your hands are tiny.

And they're freezing.

-I'm not holding your hand.

[giggling]

[spooky music]

-Don't worry.

I'm right behind you.

-He has a habit of doing that.

-Supposedly supernatural encounters during storms are

easily attributable to large scale effect on the-- the--

[grunt]

-Oh, I'll just shut down then, shall I?

-The kid in this vid photo.

That's him.

That's the boy.

-My supercomputer brain and language circuits

purely for show, are they?

-And that's her.

That's the girl.

-Impossible.

Come on.

What are you on about? -Fine.

-What?

-That's Jacob and Mina. Gryffen's children.

-That is the last vid-pic that he ever took of them.

-Try to moderate your adrenalin secretion.

You're working yourself into hysterics.

MINA AND JACOB [ON TV]: Dad. Dad.

Dad.

Can I have ice cream?

ELEANOR [HAUNTINGLY]: Leave daddy alone.

-That must be Eleanor.

His missus.

ELEANOR: Let's walk and explore.

GRYFFEN [ON TV]: Go to your mum. ELEANOR [HAUNTINGLY]: Alistair.

We're just going for a walk.

-So what happened to them?

-It must have been an accident.

Must have. [giggling]

-Who's there?

Who?

Come out!

We're not going to harm you.

-It's them.

Jacob and Mina.

They're back.

-What are you?

-They only exist on the visible light spectrum.

I can't get a reading on them on any other wavelength.

-Quit the mumbo-jumbo.

They're spooks.

-Hang on.

If they're ghosts, they're dead and if they're dead,

they can't harm us right? -Warning.

Entities phasing.

Unidentified energy signatures.

You entities just made a big mistake.

They are my friends.

What are you?

You do not exist on any wavelength

I've been programmed to detect.

Your energies seem to affect only carbon based lifeforms.

And as I cannot have any effect on you, logically,

you can't do anything to affect me.

Unless, of course, you manifest ectomorphic substances

and disrupt my circuits. Oh.

-Alistair.

-Eleanor.

-There's no need to be afraid.

-Yo- How is it possible?

-Something's are beyond explanation.

No, Alistair.

You must not try to touch me.

Not yet.

-Why not, my love?

-I'm fragile.

It's been such a long journey to get home to you.

-A- and the children?

-They're here.

But they first must complete a task before they join us.

-What task?

Something to make their daddy proud and happy.

Eternally happy.

-I can't move.

-They're using some form of energy to seal us to the bench.

-How is that thing still working when the power is out?

-It's the storm.

It's sucking energy out of the atmosphere.

-K-9. K-9!

-I'm beginning to calculate what's going on.

When the boy entity attacked me, I

was able to get a clear energy reading.

-Let's see if my jimmy key works.

Oh, slime.

Always with the slime.

Nothing.

-My photon capacitor needs to power

up before I can blast out of here.

-Right.

The only thing we can do is [inaudible].

-Professor Gryffen!

Help us! Please!

-No. -Help us!

Please!

-What's that sound?

-I- it sounds like--

-It's just the children preparing

their surprise for you.

-The children.

I remember some other children.

A- a boy from the streets and a dog who thought he

was a machine, or maybe it's the other way around.

-Hush, Alistair.

t will all soon be erased and forgotten in time.

-Time.

That's how it all began.

I was trying to retrieve you from danger.

-Help us!

Help us!

-I can hear their cries.

-Help! -Gryffen!

-Alistair. -Oh, please!

-They're safe, at home.

-Leave them.

-Gryffen!

-Jacob.

Mina.

Daddy's Space Time manipulator is not a toy.

-Professor Gryffen.

Here at last.

-Who are you?

-Prof, it's me.

-It's his eyes.

He's in a trance.

-My children.

It's been so long.

-Soon, darling.

Soon.

[grunting]

-Gryffen!

-So where did they come from?

-Do you remember the night we arrived here?

-The Space Time manipulator.

-Gryffen was trying to reach his family.

But I came through instead.

-I'm betting that wasn't the only attempt.

-Perhaps every time he searches for them,

he warped space time into three very particular shapes.

Please, step back.

-Someone need to get these kids a hanky.

-Professor!

-Gryffen!

-Help, Starkey!

Anyone help us!

-That's Darius.

Hurry.

-Jorjie.

Darius. --Starkey!

-Starkey, go around.

Avoid the STM vortex. -Stick them, K-9.

-Professor.

-Gryffen!

-Starkey, anyone!

Help us! -Starkey!

-Help!

-K-9!

-Alistair.

Don't interfere.

Then we can be a family again.

Forever.

This time.

-Gryffen, help us!

MALE SPEAKER: The space time manipulator is dragging us in.

-Energy depleted.

Cannons off line.

Hurry, Starkey.

-No!

-Hold on. -Intruder.

How dare you interfere with our reunion.

-You know why ghosts make such terrible liars?

Because people can see right through them.

-Don't listen ti him, Alistair. They're not your family.

We are.

I promise you, they won't feel a thing.

-Negative.

That's exactly what these things are.

Negatives. -Lies.

-These entities are ectoplasmic simulations.

Merely echos of your family.

-But to fully materialize they need

to remove human beings from this plane of existence.

-That's us.

-I can't hold on much longer.

-K-9, can't you blast these creeps?

-Weapons off line.

We must use an alternative to blasting.

Starkey.

You are the closest thing Gryffen has to a real son.

You have to get through to him.

-Gryffen.

Gryffen, these things are not your family.

Not like, like you and I. We've become--

-Silence!

Don't listen to his lies, Alistair.

We've become friends.

We look out for each other.

-What about you and me, prof?

We've got along nicely all these years.

We've had some good times, yeah?

Remember?

-And me.

We're sort of like family.

[grunt]

-I'm sorry.

-I detect the storm is diminishing.

-If these things were family, would they do this to us?

To you?

-No.

No.

No, they wouldn't.

You're right, Starkey.

-Please, Alistair.

You don't know want you're saying.

-No!

Whoever- whatever you are, you are not my family.

They would never harm another living being.

You betrayed yourselves.

-I will not be banished back to nothingness.

I will stay here and take what is mine.

[grunting]

-The storm.

It's dying down.

-We're not wanted here.

Oh. my little ones.

It just wasn't our time.

-Jorjie, it's me.

How are you holding up over there?

JORJIE: I'm fine, mum.

Just another evening with Starkey, Darius, and K-9.

Pretty ordinary, by their standards.

-Hmm, that's what I'm afraid of.

-Don't worry about a lift.

Darius can take me home.

-Stay right were you are.

I'll be there in two minutes.

-Will you be OK, Gryffen?

-I shall be as I was.

Starkey, I shall be as I was.

-Is it over?

-By the time another storm of this magnitude comes along,

you won't be around to worry about it.

-That was some evening, huh?

-I reckon I'll sleep well tonight.

-I'm not sure I'll ever be able to shut my eyes again.

-Uh, should I finish the poem?

-Negative.