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The Doctor and Clara went back to the house as the Doctor was trying to figure out what is going on here.

"Just doesn't make sense," the Doctor comments, "Why take a store away? For what purpose? That women, how did she know me?"

Clara suggests, "It could be River? She might've done it. You told me how she leaves you clues."

The Doctor shakes his head, "No, she would've left a message for me. Something, anything that would point to her."

"No, it has to be someone else but who?" he asks.

"Clara, where are you? Clara, I need help. Clara," she hears her name and turns to the small boy.

"Yes, Artie. What is it you need help with?" Clara asks nicely as she smirks at the boy.

"I've to read this poem and make my own in iambic pentameter," he replies.

"So, what's the problem?" she asks him.

"I keep reading it, but it...I don't know how to make my own in iambic pentamter. I don't know where to start?" he asks her.

"To be honest it doesn't sound like iambic pentameter," he comments as he hands Clara the book.

The Doctor asks him, "And how would you know about iambic pentameter?"

"I'm in an Honor's English class and my teacher said it is a common meter in poetry consisting of an unrhymed line with five feet or accents, each foot containing an unaccented syllable and an accented syllable. Just the poem she assigned us doesn't sound like it," he states.

The Doctor turns to him, "Did you read The Canterbury tales yet?"

He nods, "Yeah, by Geoffrey Chaucer; though, he never finished writing it."

"Brilliant, isn't it? What's you favorite section or character?" he asks Artie.

"Hm... The married woman who lost her husbands," Artie states as the Doctor nods, "Hmm."

Clara reads the poem out loud:

As I was going up the stairs,

I saw a doctor who wasn't there.

He wasn't there again today.

I wished, I wished he'd stayed.

As I was lost to him once before

during the time of war.

I lost my way late one night.

To the sky I took flight.

I could see him there, waiting to see.

He was staring at me.

I felt my blood freeze from his glare.

I couldn't move, I was stuck there.

The wound big and wide.

As he was on my side.

Breathing shallow as I slipped away.

Wishing I could stay.

His embrace so warm and tight.

Made me feel better that night.

As I slipped into my deep slumber.

Waiting to go under.

To my surprised

I opened my eyes.

And find him long gone from this place.

I can still remembered his face.

I knew I wanted to search and find

things beyond my mind.

To help around the best I could.

I set-

"Wait a minute," The Doctor interrupts her, "Who wrote this?"

Clara looks up and answers, "Gene Galen."

The Doctor took the book and looks at the title of the Poem, 'The Doctor Who Wasn't There.'

"Gene Galen," he repeats as Clara knew the face he was making. That was the face he made when he was in deep thought.

"Doctor does it mean anything?" she asks him.

"Could mean something? Could mean nothing," he states as he studies the rest of the poem.

He mutters out loud certain fragments, "The dark silhouette of a man was before my eyes. ...Glowing ...man was looking with his cold gaze."

"Gene Galen? Who is she?" The Doctor asks as Angie leans from the hallway and answers, "Just one of the best female poets and storywriters of the century."

"What?" The Doctor asks as he goes to the kitchen and takes the computer, "Just going to do a quick search of this 'Gene Galen'."

Few hours later...

The Doctor had printed many documents of 'Gene Galen' and was reading it in his TARDIS with the computer still with him.

Clara enters the TARDIS and asks, "How long are you going to be here?"

He responds as he brings each document up to the light inside of the machine, "As long it takes."

"What are you looking at?" she ask as she approaches him.

"Documents. ...These documents," he mutters as he examines each one closely, "All of the documents of her."

"About Who?" she questions him as she looks at a few.

"Gene Galen," he states as he places the paper in his hand on a pile and grabs another from a different pile.

"What about her?" she asks him as he shifts the papers around.

"Something isn't right about them," he speaks as he picks one of the documents from the pile.

He pulls it away from his face, then close up to his face and then licks the paper. He takes a nibble of it and Clara didn't know what to say or how to comment about that.

"I...um... I'll just be leaving you then," she said as she leaves the TARDIS.

"Now...these documents and these numbers with this name," The Doctor listed as he was researching.

While Clara went to the house and tries to help Artie with his assignment.

"Okay, how is your poem coming along?" she asks him.

"Well, I'm almost finished with it. Still don't understand about the poem the teacher assigned us," he remarks.

Clara shrugs, "It's okay. Humans make mistakes, probably won't even be harsh about it. I'm sure she'll understand that you tried to write it in the same form, but you still need to finish."

She looks around and asks, "Have you seen Angie at all?"

"Yeah, she's reading some book for class. Or something like that," he states as he continues to write.

"Really, you don't say?" she asks as he nods.

She quickly leaves to the living room and sees Angie in her pajamas, reading a book.

"What are you reading?" Clara asks her as she leans on the wall.

"I'm reading a drama book for class," Angie replies as she turns the page.

"Is it interesting?" Clara asks her as Angie nods, "Yeah, this is my new fav. I absolutely love it."

"Especially this quote, 'I want you safe. Protected from the false King.'" she quotes from the book and looks to Clara.

"You know what the king replies, 'You cannot hurt me. I am immortal. I am god'," she states as goes back to the book.

"This is such a great book," Angie smiles as she turns the page.

Clara was about to say something when she narrows her eyes on the window.

She looks at it and sees a person there, "What?"

She goes to the door and Angie asks, "What's wrong? Something the matter?"

"Just stay here," Clara orders as she leaves through the front door.

She looks to the sides, trying to find the person she saw peering through the window. She spots the figure and screams, "Hey you!"

The figure turns slightly and runs, "Come back here!"

She runs after the figure and angrily yells, "Hey I'm talking to you!"

The figure turns into an alleyway where she followed, only to find a dead end.

"What?" she asks confused as she walks up to the wall and feels it.

"How did that person disappear?" she asks as she studies the wall, "Not possible."

She walks backwards and thoroughly looks around the block, "Nothing, nothing at all."

She runs back to the house swiftly, trying to figure out what had happened.