Chapter one custard, fish and doughnuts.
Clara opened the heavy, red door of the small cupboard. The doctor was waiting for her. "Morning," he said stuffing a doughnut in his mouth. "Good afternoon Doctor," Clara said smiling at him. The Doctor passed her a packet of doughnuts, she opened it. She bit into one, "CUSTARD doughnuts!" Clara exclaimed. "Doctor nobody eats custard doughnuts." The doctor shrugged and looked at her,
"You like custard," he said. Unlocking the door of the Tardis, Clara followed him in. "not in a doughnut," she informed him. "Anyway where are we going?"
"London," he answered, "madam Vastra asked us to help with a mystery of some sort."
"Haven't we already been to London?" Clara asked.
"Clara that was Yorkshire," the Doctor said. "We're going to 18th century London, Whitechapel with a certain Jack the ripper."
"Oh," Clara said then she smiled, "ok."
"Ah we're here," the doctor announced. They walked into the bright street and the doctor led the way to a small pub. Small lights flickered in the windows as if the candles were scared of something. He opened the door and they sat down at a small table in the corner of the room. They were soon joined by Madam Vastra, Jenny and Strax. "Doctor you got my massage," madam Vastra said her eyes glittering through her veil. "There is something strange about these murders." "Yes," Jenny added, "it's like someone is emptying the bodies and then using them." The Doctor frowned his dark hair falling into his eyes. "Who ordered the fish fillet in custard?" the bar maid asked. The Doctor got his food and paid. "Hurry up and eat that, so we can go." Madam Vastra told the Doctor. The Doctor did as he was told and finished his meal in five minutes.