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In the derelict building, with broken windows.

"Start from the beginning. Tell me everything you know.", Bishop demands of the Doctor.

"Well, for starters, I know you can't wrap your hand around your elbow and make your fingers meet.", He jokes.

"Don't get clever with me. You were there today at Florizel Street, and now breaking into this establishment. Now you're connected with this. Make no mistake."

"Well, the thing is, Detective Inspector Bishop-", The Doctor starts.

"How do you know my name?"

"It's written inside your collar. Bless your mum. But I can't help thinking, Detective Inspector, you're not exactly doing much detective inspecting, are you?", He continues.

"I'm doing everything in my power.", Bishop insists.

"All you're doing is grabbing those faceless people and hiding them as fast as you can. Don't tell me orders from above, hmm? Coronation Day. The eyes of the world are on London Town so any sort of problem just gets swept out of sight.", The Doctor corrects him.

"The nation has an image to maintain."

"But doesn't it drive you mad, doing nothing? Don't you want to get out there and investigate?", The Doctor asks him.

"Of course I do. But, with all the crowds expected, we haven't got the man power. Even if we did, this is beyond anything we've ever seen. I just don't know anymore. Twenty years on the force, I don't even know where to start. We haven't the faintest clue what's going on.", Bishop scoffs.

"Well, that could change."

"How?"

"Start from the beginning. Tell me everything you know."

Another person is delivered to the holding area. They are followed by a woman being escorted inside. She is in tears and her hair is an absolute wreck. Her wailing is distractingly loud and catches the Doctor's attention.

"Jules?", He asks, recognizing her outfit.

She turns to see him.

"Doctor.", She starts sobbing once more and he runs over and holds her close.

"What's wrong?"

She tries to breath through her sobs that are still plaguing her.

"She- the- he- R- I- I- I..", She can't get any coherent words out. He furrows his brows trying to understand but Bishop comes over and continues on with their conversation as the Doctor holds Juliet close into his chest. He lays the side of his head on the top of her's as he looks at Bishop.

"We started finding them about a month ago. Persons left sans visage. Heads just blank.", He explains to the Doctor.

"Is there any sort of pattern?"

"Yes, spreading out from North London. All over the city. Men, women, kids, grannies. The only real lead is there's been quite a large number in-", The Doctor finishes his sentence for him.