"I FOUND IT!" the Doctor yelled to Clara, who was clinging onto the console for dear life while the room burst with sparks. "Found what? What is it, Doctor?"
The Doctor smiled at her with eyes that never seemed to be just one color. "I found a new adventure. There is an extreme amount of time vortex stuff in that area." He pointed to the console screen which showed a map of the United States. There was a huge red glowing dot on the East Coast. "Stuff in that area? That seems a little vague," Clara pointed out. The TARDIS landed and both of them sighed of relief as the sparks that flew from every corner died down. "It's quite complicated. I tried to keep it at…your level." The Doctor flinched as if he just knew Clara was going to say a nasty remark back to him, or possible punch him in the arm, but she only rolled her eyes and started towards the TARDIS doors.
"Okay, let's me guess, aliens invading the White House? Meteors that aren't just meteors fell over New York City? Oh! How about Miami become flooded with weird, gunky, alien stuff?" Clara tossed opened the door and her face fell at what she found. "It's a…school?" The Doctor came over to look out the TARDIS and shared her disappointment. "But, that can't be right. The energy that was coming from this area was alarming."
They both turned towards each other and shook their heads. "Apparently somebody's been eating too much cafeteria food," Clara joked but the Doctor wasn't in the mood. He ran back to the console just to double check the location. Clara stood and continued to scan the area with her eyes. It was just a regular, brown, two - floored brick school. There was nothing different or special about it. A slightly dirty American flag and county flag flew in the front. The message marque that stood by the entrance to the school read, "Congratulations Kitty Wellston on your Science Fair win!"
"This is the right place. How about we go in and try to track it with this." The Doctor held up a small, black object that resembled a store scanner gun. "What are we going to do with that?" Clara asked, "Scan the alien to death?" He grouchily looked at Clara and mumbled something under his breath. They both walked from the box and the doors angrily slammed behind them. "Huh. Usually I have to pull the doors closed," The Doctor walked the few small steps back to the TARDIS and frantically pulled on the doors. "Oh, great! Just great!" Neither door would open no matter how hard the Doctor struggled to open them. Clara put her hands to her mouth and gasped. The Doctor turned towards her, ready to comfort her with his usual "we'll be okay. I'll keep you safe, I promise" speech, but that seemed to be the least of her worries. "I left my Frappiccino sitting by the pool," she moaned. "I'll buy you a new one. Really, Clara, you need to get your priorities straight."
She folded her arms and began to follow the Doctor, who was walking up the crumbling, dirt path to the school. "The only reason the TARDIS would lock up like that is if it's trying to protect itself from a paradox. I can't imagine how powerful the thing in the school must be to make that happen. We have to be careful, if a paradox is too big, the universe takes care of it," the Doctor said as he approached the front doors of the school. He pulled on the doors but none of them budged. "Clara, does it say pull and I'm just reading it wrong or do all doors just suddenly hate me?" She leaned over and whispered in his ear. "You have to buzz in and tell them why you're here. There not just going to let just anyone walk into a place filled with hundreds of children." The Doctor put on a, "I can't believe I didn't realize that" face and pressed the buzzer. An old woman answered the buzzer. "Can I help you," she said in a moaning "I'm not getting paid enough" voice. The Doctor turned towards Clara frantically. She jumped up and pushed the Doctor away. "Ah, yes," she tried her best American accent, "We're here to pick up a student. She has an uh, Doctor's appointment. Yes, a Doctor's appointment."
"Really?" the Doctor mouthed. They both silently laughed until the front doors of the school opened with a sharp click. The Doctor pulled open a door and offered the entrance to Clara. "After you." She did the nicest curtsey she could do in her tight skirt and continued into the school. As soon as they stepped inside the buzzer lady motioned for them to come into the main office and sign in. "Gosh, someone doesn't want us to be in here," Clara whispered to the Doctor as they trudged into the cramped main office that occupied only a small woman who was holding out a pen and clipboard. "Will the student be returning later today?" The lady whose name tag read "Bertie Foster" squinted at both of them. "Doubt it." The doctor replied, "She needs to get her Shingles vaccine. You can never get that too early!" Bertie gave them both a horrified look and Clara awkwardly laughed until the Doctor finished signing in.
"Um, I have to use the bathroom before you call her up. My wife here does to. Can you just excuse us for a second?" the Doctor pulled Clara along to the nearest corner. "Shingles vaccine? Really? Couldn't have been Flu or something?" The Doctor gave Clara a judging look them whipped his scanner gun out from his coat pocket. "Now, we really have an easy job from here on. All we need to do is let this lead us to the source of energy and we got ourselves an alien, or whatever it is." He hardly finished his sentence before the scanner started beeping off like crazy. "WHAT THE-?" He began running around in circles trying to figure out what was causing all the commotion. Clara only leaned against the cold wall and watched in amusement as he raced around. "You know, Doctor, you look really cute when you're all confused." He literally froze right where he was and turned towards her, but she was staring up at the celling, possibly regretting the onetime she said what she felt about him. He took in a deep breath and started running around again, only this time he kept stopping and staring at Clara, who always seemed to be looking in some other direction.
Suddenly, the scanner started short circuiting. The Doctor quickly let go of it and watched it crash to the ground right at the feet of a small brown-haired girl who looked about thirteen. As soon as the girl spotted the Doctor and Clara her face flooded with panic.
"I told them you were real, but they thought I was crazy," she said.