-Chapter Two-
Waiting outside the TARDIS, she heard a few things being thrown around here, some things being tossed there, and then the Doctor came out, shutting the doors behind him, locking them with his key before slipping it back into his pocket where he kept his sonic screwdriver and his psychic paper that he used in almost every situation possible.
"Here's the plan," He began looking at the sun that stood brightly in the sky, shining down upon the town of Beacon Hills. "I'll do the questions and talking, you do the investigating and reading."
"Basically, I'm going to the school to read files while you are going, door to door, asking strange questions only to get hit by millions of woman's purses?" Clara re-explained, hoping the Doctor would see the issue here and let Clara take the questions and talking while he did the investigating and reading.
"You could have just asked, Clara," The Doctor told Clara as he took out his psychic paper, handing it over to Clara as he began to walk, only to turn around and say, "When the moon rises, we meet back here at the TARDIS."
As they both went their separate ways, she began to flip open the psychic paper, seeing a blank paper, before closing it again. Opening it once more, again, psychic paper was in her mind, the whole other identity that would be on the paper was blank. Trying the lucky three, she flipped it shut, hoping that it would work, only to see blank paper and she shut it, clearly stumped by the psychic paper. Looking up, she found her first house, walking over to it without turning back or looking the other way. Her feet brought her across the grass, taking her up the steps, and onto the porch where she brought her fist up, gently knocking the door.
Opening the door, a woman around thirty peeked out, smiling as she asked, "Can I help you?"
"Yes," She began, flipping open the paper as she said, "They sent me the government to do some investigating around here. Can I ask you a couple questions?"
"They must be checking those creatures in the woods. Most say murderers and mountain lions, I say something supernatural. Call me crazy, a lunatic even, but there is something else living in Beacon Hills." She started out loud, turning into a whisper as a fear in her eyes as she looked back to see behind her was empty before looking back to Clara.
"Thank you for your time, ma'am." Clara said, bidding a goodbye before she turned around, trying to sound like how the government would.
Going house to house, many said it was murderers attacking the streets and a few said it was supernatural creatures of the night. Reaching the next house, she climbed up the steps, her legs now hurting from going up and down every flight of steps and her knuckles hurt from knocking on the doors. Doing the same routine, she brought her hand up to the door, knocking as she saw a woman open the door.
Opening her psychic paper, she took a deep breath, wanting to sigh, but knowing it was unprofessional as she went on, saying, "I was sent from the government to do some investigating around here. Can I ask you a couple questions?"
"Yes, you can," She said, leaning on the door frame as she went into her name, saying, "My name is Melissa McCall."
"Hello, Melissa. First question; With the murders happening, who do you think is or was committing them and why do you think so?" Clara asked, thinking of the same question she had asked before, exhausted from asking all the questions.
"Can I answer the next question?" Melissa asked, throwing her off guard as she wanted to skip the question and never hear it again.
"Of course, second question is; Do you think it's something supernatural killing these people?" Clara asked, using the feedback from her last few houses to ask her next questions.
"Nothing supernatural can do what I've seen of those bodies. Just to tell you, I am a nurse at the hospital in Beacon Hills, in case you started to become a little curious." Melissa was clearly lying about nothing supernatural killing the people, but Clara heard something different, like she knew it was something supernatural, almost knowing what was killing the people.
"Next question; Do you have any children?" Clara asked, knowing a house like the one she had couldn't be used for all of her, but then again, she saw the light in the upstairs window turn off, giving her a hint it might be a child or her husband.
"A son named Scott McCall. Is he in some sort of trouble here?" Melissa raised her questions, bringing the attention of the person upstairs, Scott, to open his curtain and look the best he could at them.
"That's all the questions ma'am. Thank you for your time." Clara said, flipping her psychic paper shut before going down the steps, quitting at that one house as she hurried back to the TARDIS, seeing the moon start to rise.
Walking to the TARDIS, she reached down to grab the key to the TARDIS, the one the Doctor had handed her before they split off, that was inside her boot, next to her ankle for easy access. Bringing it between her two fingers, she pulled it out, grabbing it fully with her hand as she pressed it in the lock, holding the psychic paper on the ground. Looking around, she didn't realize that someone was watching her from the other side of the street, hiding in the shadows. Pushing the doors to open the TARDIS, she shut one behind her, once again peeking out of the TARDIS to make sure no one was watching before she shut the last door. Little did she know the person that was watching her was confused at was she was doing inside a police box from England, even more confused on what it was doing in Beacon Hills. That person that was watching her was the one, the only, Scott McCall. who was interested in what she was up to. Wanting to find out more, he pulled out his phone, dialing Stiles' number as his attention snapped to a man walking up to the police box, having the same key that Clara had, pushing it into the keyhole before going inside, shutting the doors. He needed to find out what was inside the box and how two people would fit in there.
