This is, naturally, the exact moment Giles chooses to arrive home.

The front door opens and shuts, the sound likely lost in their struggling, along with his soft footsteps in the hall. He's able to hear voices even from the living room, and follows the noise, surprised and intrigued if not yet alarmed. He stops short in the doorway.

It's quite a sight that greets him; blood everywhere, a man tied to the bed, his own wife on top of him. Psiioniic is so smeared with red and obscured by hair that he's all but unrecognizable, and Giles takes in little but the phone cord restraints and Condesce's hands on his neck.

He stares.

"... ah."