Chapter 1

Trouble

The weather in New York was overcast but not cold. The sort of weather where you didn't really need to take jacket but you'd better had just in case. Gwen Stacey, remembering this, walked back into her room from her apartment hallway and made her way to her walk-in wardrobe which housed among other things her favourite jacket. It wasn't anything special to look at, red in colour, but it reminded her of Peter and the inscription of 'SM' which he had written on the label using a Sharpie.

Gwen opened the door of her wardrobe and let out a scream as she fell backwards. Inside the wardrobe was Peter, with the red jacket in his hand. 'Looking for this?' he asked her, gesturing it towards her. 'Peter, stop doing that! It isn't funny you nearly gave me a heart attack!' she scolded him. 'Oh, come on. It was sorta funny' he snorted back. 'Come on, jump on, I'll give you a lift to school' he said not knowing that they wouldn't make it in that day.

'How about Worthing in 1954?' The Doctor asked Clara leaning against the console of the TARDIS. 'No way, too boring!' Clara quickly answered back. 'What's boring about Worthing in 1954? I can quickly pop into Mr. Jupp the tailors and pick up a new bow-tie' The Doctor said to her with a childlike smile beaming across his face. 'Need I say more?' Clara sarcastically quipped back. 'I need to get out of here for a while, the TARDIS is being a right cow to me lately!' 'Oi, don't be mean to the TADRIS!' The Doctor snapped back slightly offended. 'Sorry Doctor, I didn't mean to upset you' Clara answered back detecting the hurt in his voice. 'It's just... just, Doctor are you even listening to me.

The Doctor made his way over to his comfy, cream leather chair. He collected up his first edition copy of 'The Gruffalo' and threw it on the floor. The sound of this echoed around the control room. 'Doctor, what is it, what's wrong? Clara asked nervously seeing the look of worry on The Doctors face. The Doctor said nothing instead he slowly raised out his right arm and held out the small leather case which contained his psychic paper.

Clara slowly made her away from standing below the monitor which loomed across the top of the centre console to where the chair in which The Doctor was sat. She took the leather case in her right hand and with her left she pulled the flap open to reveal the small blank piece of paper which lay below the plastic shield.

Almost before her eyes the small blank piece of paper quickly filled with what looked like a hand written message. Clara had seen a lot of strange things in her fairly short time travelling with The Doctor but yet she was still amazed out how the psychic paper worked. She glanced up briefly at The Doctor who was sitting there, still, with his right foot resting on his left knee. She then looked back down at the message which read:

'Doctor.

Need help ASAP

ESB, NYC,09-02-2013
PP'

Clara looked back up at The Doctor, now slightly confused. 'I don't understand Doctor. What does this mean?' The Doctor stood up, brushed himself down, straightened his blue bow-tie, looked Clara in the face and replied 'Trouble'.