Regular POV:

The Storyteller worked underneath the TARDIS controls while listening to one of his favorite songs. The Storyteller hummed, " Come and get your love." by RedBone, when Clara walked in from the stairs in the east side of the TARDIS.

" You like that song, Storyteller?"

The Storyteller, surprised by Clara's sudden appearance even though he heard her footsteps AND saw her reflection on the glass floor, bumped his head on the console.

Clara gasped.

" Ow…" said the Storyteller rubbing his head.

" Oh my gosh, are you alright? I'm so sorry to surprise you like that."

The Storyteller stood up completely. He almost fell back on the floor but he regained his balance on the console. He stretched his arms and legs, wincing in pain. He cracked his back.

" GAH!"

" How long were you under there? And what were you doing?"

The Storyteller fixed his Bowtie and jacket, " Oh… erm… about as long as when I was staring at the door back at Coraline's, why?"

Clara facepalmed herself and sighed, " Sometimes, I wonder if you even keep track of time."

" Well of course I do!" The Storyteller said as he walked around the console flicking switches. " Why do you call me a TIME Lord?"

" Because I never called you that. I called you ' Storyteller' cause you come up with stories, or should I say excuses, about why you doing weird things."

" Like what? I never do weird things…"

" Remember last week?"

" I WAS TRYING TO COMMUNICATE!"

" By farting? Storyteller, that's nasty. Not to mention that it's completely rude to do it in front of a women."

The Storyteller was learning how to speak by " Breaking the wind" with an ancient group of people from Tursurios, a planet well-know for it's many trapdoors and bribes ( Especially with the architect.). Clara walked in while the Storyteller was practicing it and she got a whiff of the Storyteller's early breakfast. She was beyond disgusted and slapped the Storyteller across the face. The Storyteller never returned to the planet again, nor has he passed any gas in over a week. Every night, he would have these horrible stomach pains along with horrid dreams of his friends slapping him every time he passed gas. Today, marked the one week of the slapping of Clara and the day he vowed never to pass gas.

" Clara, please, I'm so sorry for that. I promise that will not happen again!"

The TARDIS made a small noise which instantly got the Storyteller's attention.

" Huh? Oh! Yes that reminds me! I found something that you should see."

" What is it?" ,Clara asked looking at the same monitor the Storyteller was looking at.

" It's an old abandoned space station. It's been hovering about earth for years! Even NASA hasn't found out about this. It's as if it just appeared out of nowhere and waiting to be discovered…"

" And we discovered it…"

" So let's explore it!"

The TARDIS slowly materialized in the center of a small room with only one door. The Storyteller and Clara exited the TARDIS and looked around the room. Confused, the Storyteller went to each side of the room and tapped it once. " Nothing. It's just a empty room. Just with one door. Clara what do you think?" There was no response.

" Clara? Hello? Did you just enter the TARDIS or something?"

The Storyteller looked around the TARDIS then tried to open the door. It didn't budge.

" CLARA! DON'T LOCK ME OUT HERE! YOU KNOW THE RULES!"

The TARDIS head lamp glowed brightly then sent an invisible pulse that push the Storyteller back against the wall. He slammed his head hard against the metal wall, knocking him out instantly.

Clara woke up in a dark room tied to a chair. She didn't know where she is or if something bad happened to the Storyteller while she was gone. She tried to escape the chair but the cuffs didn't budge.

" Resistance is futile, y'know…"

Clara jumped at the deep male voice.

" W-what? Who said that?"

The lights shined upon a male with a tanned face and curly-like hair. He wore a regular black trench coat, a black suit jacket with a red dress shirt, and black tie. He also wore black dress pants and shoes. He wore silver glasses, which gave him a more of a smarter look to him. He had a dark appearance to him.

" I did."

Clara stared into the eyes of the darkly dressed boy. It reminded him of the Storyteller a little bit.

" Who…"

" Am I? Well…" he chuckled, " that's for you and your friend to figure out. Unless he told you about me, correct?"

Clara shook her head. " No but please. Don't hurt my friend. AND LET ME OUT!"

" Patience is needed in order to continue with the games I have planned, for the Storyteller."

The boy left the room, an evil laugh followed soon after. Clara was left in the dark room once more…

Gazed and a bit woozy, the Storyteller awoken from his sleep. He was still in the room but there was one thing missing. The Storyteller stood up and ran to the spot where his TARDIS was.

" No… No! Where did she go?! WHERE'S MY TARDIS!?"

" It's with me, Storyteller. Calm down."

The Storyteller looked around the room when he heard the voice. " Who said that?! Is that my brain speaking again?"

" No it's not. I would hate to be him. I don't even want to know what goes on in that little head of yours."

" Now that's not really nice, Mister! You take that back!"

" Why should I? You stole something from me…"

" What did I steal from you? Why would I? I never stole anything! Well, maybe a couple of things, BUT I gave them back!"

" Oh you'll see…"

The door in front of Storyteller opened slowly. " Step inside. The games are about to begin…"