Chapter 1

"Were are we going?" Clara asked, ecstatically; glad to be back in the TARDIS. Home at last!

"Who knows?" The Doctor smiled, leaning on the console, nonchalantly, his arms folded, "Wherever you want to go, I suppose…"

"Oh I don't want to go anywhere in particular, as long as I'm… with you…" Clara blushed, moseying over to him and looping her arms around his waist, resting her cheek on his back.

There was silence.

Reunion is a wonderful thing, especially after emotional trauma, and both The Doctor and Clara had definitely gone through a lot of that recently. There had been the raven, for a start, which was bad enough until it got worse when The Doctor had his memory wiped of his impossible girl. After a lot of rigmarole, though, they were back together and on cloud nine.

The Doctor was on the verge of telling his companion something, something he had been meaning to tell her since the raven 'killed' her, but he was cut off before he could start by a ringing noise.

A call.

Releasing her grip, Clara let her Doctor answer the strange, unexpected call.

"Hello?"

"Doctor, is it?" The voice on the other end of the line asked.

"Um, yes? Who's asking?"

"It's me, Tobias!"

The Doctor was just about to reply with 'who?', but Clara chimed in with,

"Oh, hello, Toby! Haven't heard from you in a while! Something wrong?"

"Clara? Oh, I almost forgot about you!"

"Charmed…"

"And, yes, there is something wrong," Toby said, his voice turning grave, " Something terribly, terribly, wrong…"

This conversation gave The Doctor enough time to remember who on earth this 'Toby' dude was. Realising this was an old friend who he met in his last regeneration, he smiled, but didn't let it show in his voice,

"What's the issue?" He asked.

"Our village, Mud, it's-"

"Being attacked by dragons again?" Clara interposed.

"Not dragons, something else, but I don't know what it is… the problem is very serious: our friends and family are all being malformed into strange creatures… they look like… birds…"

Clara swallowed, remembering the raven.

"We'll be right there," The Doctor nodded, solemnly, ending the call,

"I suppose we're heading over there, then…" he coughed.

Clara paused, swallowing and then smiling, softly,

"Just like old times, huh?"

The Doctor grinned,

"Just like old times, my impossible girl."