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"There is jut one person missing" said the Doctor. "Who? Everyone would appear to be here" Rose asked, frowning slightly.
The Doctor, who had seemingly not heard this comment was now rooting around in the pockets of his jacket, which was hanging on a chair. "Knowing her" he whispered to himself "AH HA!"
He pulled his psychic paper out from the depths of his bigger on the inside pockets, proceeding to open it up and stare at the sheet of blank paper with squinted eyes.
"What are you doing Doctor" came Clara's exasperated voice. "Sending a message using my quite frankly brilliant psychic paper" the 10th Doctor replied for his future incarnation. "Question is, who to?"
Suddenly, a bright orange light spelled out some letters on the paper that could only be seen properly by the Doctor, due to the angle he was holding it at.
"What does it say?" Clara's inquisitive mind got the better of her and she tried to snatch it from the Doctor. Quick as a wink he had it closed and back in his jacket pocket, which he proceeded to pick up and sling over his shoulders. He pulled at the lapels respectively, straightened his bow tie and ran up to the console of his magnificent time ship.
He pressed at the buttons and pulled on the leavers, dancing around the central column with a heir of all knowing. The time rota began to move slowly, then speeding up, wheezing loudly.
"Where are we going?" Rose asked excitedly. She loved adventures and this was turning into a bigger one than she imagined.
"Stormcage!" Exclaimed the Doctor, wildly pulling at levers. "Stormcage!" The 10th Doctor was shocked. "Well more precisely it's roof" the Doctor said offhandedly. "Why do you want to go there? It's a prison!"
"I have a very good reason" the Doctor said. "Hang on here we go!"
The noise promptly stopped as the Tardis landed at its destination."This is a high security prison we can't just waltz in!" The 10th Doctor looked shocked.
"Why not?" The Doctor questioned, I do it all the time. He ran swiftly towards the doors, then, as if remembering something he ran up to Clara, who stood looking bewildered. The took her face in his hands.
"You can't tell her about the time before, when you met her. This is a younger her. She hasn't.." He paused, looking for the right way to explain it without making himself cry. "Met you yet."
He turned to his previous incarnation "You can't mention anything either, understand?" The Doctor remarked sharply.
"No not really" admitted the bewildered 10th Doctor. But the 11th Doctor was already halfway out the doors.
Part 2 coming up really soon
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