The Doctor was sure he was in trouble. He could feel his hearts beating faster than they should and his brain was screaming at him to run. He couldn't let the enemy win but he was running out of options and fast. He needed to get to the TARDIS and make sense of the previous attack. There were people counting on him and he didn't want to let them down. Why had he not brought Clara? She would be really helpful right about now, giving him advice from a more human perspective. He ran his hand through his hair forcing himself to think clearly.
"Come on Doctor! You are not a complete pudding brain..." he said outloud to himself. He spotted the alien moving near to where he was currently hiding and held his breath. They seemed extra sensitive to all movement and noise and he wanted to stay sfe for as long as possible.
A branch snapped beside him and a young boy appeared, face terrified and unable to speak. This was definitely more Clara's area andnot for the last time he cursed his decision to come alone. The Doctor pulled him close as the alien moved with precision through the forest to where the boyhad been standing not minutes before. It seemed to lose interest and moved away in the opposite direction. He knew it would return but the Doctor allowed himself a sigh of relief.
"What did you think you were doing back there?" he asked the boy in a stern Scottish whisper.
"It's just...that...you dropped this...and I thought you might need it!" replied the boy trying to hold himself together. As he was talking he held up the sonic screwdeiver to the Doctor. The Doctor hadn't evennoticed it was gone but he was glad the boy had returned it. He would have been a goner quite quickly.
"Thank you...I really mean it this time...now with respect get out of here before that thing returns!" managed the Doctor before he heard the alien moving towards them once again.
This was it he had to make a run for it. If he didn't no amount of technology would save him. The TARDIS would offer him refuge and peace to think in a hurry. He glanced left and right and sprinted out of the forest as fast as he could. For his age he could still move spritly and he used it to his advantage. Within minutes the alien was behind him and gaining with every step. Ahead of him the village rose up from the valley andhis spotted his spaceship exactly where had left it. Some of the villagers were running in terror as he approached the outskirtsbut he didn't blame them in the slightest. He sneaked a glance in a window and found that the monster chasing him was less than five metres behind now! He wasn't going to make it back cleanly but he was going to give himself every chance he could. He pulled the screwdrivewr out of his pocket, picked a setting and blasted the monster behind. For a moment it was stunned and the Doctor gained a slight advantage but it didn't takelong for it to regain its bearing and begin the chase again. He made a mental note of the frequency as it might come in useful again.
He skidded around the final corner and came face to face with his mighty machine. He pulled out the key and had it in the lock as themonster appeared behind him. It took a swing at the Doctor and caught him on the forehead, leaving a rather nastly mark. He forced himself inside and shut the doors. He knew he was running out of time now that the monster had touched him but he needed help and fast. His vision blurred as he made his way to the console. Grasping at controls he set the co-ordinates to the only place he could guarentee help...Clara...
Groaning in pain he pulled himself upstairs to the bookcase. He was going to leave Clara a message as he felt the strenght drain outof him. She needed to know the danger he was in and how she could help. His mind was clouding as the TARDIS took flight and the last thing he remembered was clutching the chalk in his hand...
