One of the many privileges of having the master bedroom in a more-or-less abandoned house was that Mina had her own bathroom. Despite her appearances, she did have a few rather female indulgences. And one of them, for better or for worse, was a fondness for scented candles.

It was a surprisingly convenient indulgence, these days.

She walked into the bathroom, leaving the door open as she began to light all of her candles. There was soon a golden glow filling both bedroom and bathroom. "Back home," she told the Doctor as she diligently worked, "we would be preparing for a harvest ceremony around now. The Circle of the Crone, my covenant, have a nasty reputation. People think we're Satan worshippers and hedonists. But the harvest ceremony was always so beautiful. We would remember what the air used to smell like."