"Pardon?" Daphne asked, looking at the old woman. She was wearing a long, flowing skirt and her shirt was a light brown. A shawl was wrapped around her shoulders.

"Come in, come in, come in!" She said, taking Roz and Daphne by the hand and taking them inside. The Doctor followed, taking in his surroundings.

"How did you know we were coming?" asked Daphne.

"And who we are?" said Roz.

The woman smiled. "It's right here in the book." She went over by the window to reveal an impossibly thick book sitting on a table. Opening it, she muttered, "Page 3,481. Visitors Roz Doyle, Daphne Moon, and The Doctor. And there's today's date." She pointed to their spot on the page that indeed held their names with her bony, wrinkled finger.

"What is that book?" asked Daphne.

"I was thinking you might ask that. It's a book of testament. In it are the names of anyone who was or ever will be in this forest, along with their pasts and futures."

"But I don't understand. Why would anyone need a book like that?"

"For the payment. The Woodsmen should be along soon, and you must pay the payment to be in the forest. What you must pay is included in the book.

"All right, well, what is? What do we have to pay?" Roz questioned.

"Each of you must pay something different. Doctor," she began. He stepped up and looked into the book. "You must give a piece of genuine knowledge. And when it comes time you must whisper it in The Woodsmen's ear." He nodded, starting to think about what he would tell him. The other times he had been here he hadn't run into The Woodsmen, but perhaps he had just gotten lucky then. "Roz, you must give a cry of pain." She said, glancing over at her.

"What? OW!" Roz said as the old woman stabbed her fingertip with a sharp, thin twig. After she had yelled, the old woman swiped the air with a drawstring bag and pulled it closed. "There you are," she said, giving it to Roz.

"Daphne, you must give a future detail." She went over to the book and began to flip around. "Turn your eyes. I can't let you see this." Daphne did as she said, staring at the floor. "Here we are. Marriage."

Her ears perked up. "Ah, you will marry a handsome, rich man and he will…" she paused. "Rather, he loves you very much."

Daphne's heart glowed. "I'll tell him," she said.

"Won't you stay for soup?" asked the old woman. "Travelers are some of my most favorite things."

The Doctor said, "I don't know if we should-"

"We would be delighted to," said Roz, giving The Doctor a glare.

The three visitors sat down at a small, wooden table while the old woman filled bowls of soup. After she had handed them out, she gave them all a warm slice of bread, then sat down and began to eat herself.

"Blessed me, I have forgotten to tell you my name. You may call me Lida."

And they did. They ate every last bit of soup and their pieces of bread, and after they were finished Lida got up to prepare dessert. However, she was stopped in her tracks by a pounding at the door. "Travelers, I request my wages!" came a voice on the other side of it.

"Ah, The Woodsman." Lida opened the door to reveal a tall, dark gentleman.

"Well, old hag, have you told them their payment?"

"Yes. And they have what they need. Go on now, give it to him."

Roz handed him the drawstring bag, the Doctor whispered something in his ear, and Daphne told him about the man she was going to marry. He tugged on his hat and went away.

"Stubborn old fool," muttered Lida.

She served dessert, and then Roz, Daphne, and The Doctor said goodbye and headed back to the TARDIS.