"He can never get his timing right, can he? But we better find him." They walk out and they see a commotion going on and the Doctor is surrounded by soldiers. Clara groaned, "What did he do this time?" She walked up to them, "What seems to be the problem, gentlemen?"
The soldier nearest to Clara gestured with his gun violently at the Doctor, "This man was found hacking our files."
The Doctor shook his head frantically, "I was just scanning their files for corruption, oh! Commander Taylor, tell them that I am authorized to be on this base."
Commander Taylor crossed his arms, the reflective glass covering his face blocked any facial expression he may have been displaying. "Technically, Doctor. You're not supposed to be on this planet."
The Doctor froze, "I don't know what would give you that idea..." He trailed off and looked at Clara. "Never mind, I've for a good idea of what did it."
Taylor nodded at the soldiers, "At ease, gentlemen." The soldiers lowered their weapons and dispersed. "Jakob, Stokes, stick around for a bit."
Two soldiers turned around and walked back to the group. "Sir!" They chorused with a brisk salute.
"You're going to help the Doctor, Clara, and I find the cause of all of our troubles." Taylor informed them.
"Brilliant!" The Doctor clapped his hands happily. "When do we start?"
"Right now, Doctor." Taylor informed him.
Clara looked at the Doctor, "What do you think is causing all of this, Doctor? Taylor said its been happening for ten years now."
"Well, before these lovely gentlemen showed up," The Doctor clapped his hands onto Jakob and Stoke's shoulders in emphasis, "I increased the density of their sonar waves and found this!"
The sonic buzzed and the computer imbedded in the wall buds to life, a screen of a sea with a volcano centered in it appeared. "So right now, we're here!" The Doctor pointed to a spot on the map which zoomed in to reveal a little glowing green dot. "That's us." He pointed to the green dot. "So what's that?" He pointed to an unidentifiable blob on the map near the base.
Taylor leaned forward, "We haven't been able to map that sector yet. Every platoon we send in dies."
The Doctor clapped his hands, "Brilliant! Taylor, I believe we have found the source of your troubles."
"Which is what Doctor?" Clara asked curiously, "Please tell me I was right about it being sirens!"
The Doctor turned to Clara, fury flashing in his eyes. "This is serious, Clara. People have died and all you're worrying about is if you were right or not!"
Taylor stepped forward, "Doctor, there's no need to-"
"No need to what, Taylor? No need to get angry? Might I remind you the reason you are commander of this station?" The Doctor swept the table next to him clear of all its contents in his fury. "People have died, these aren't some little creatures out of a fairy tale. These are real, Clara, and this whole time you've been treating this like a game!" He deflated, his fury leaking out of him as he looked at Clara and he placed his hands gently on Clara's shoulders. "Traveling with me isn't all fun and games. People get hurt, people will die." The Doctor sighed in resignation, "And sometimes, the people I bring with me die." He shut his eyes tightly, fighting back images of his friends who died: Amy's face as she begged him to let her die; Astrid driving off a cliff with Max Capricorn pinned to the hood of her vehicle; Rita smiling sadly at security camera as the Minotaur lumbered down the hall. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter and rubbed the bridge of his nose to dispel the memories.
Taylor rubbed his gloved hand against the glass face plate on his helmet, "If you two are done we have some sirens to stop."
The Doctor sighed and straightened his bow tie, quickly hiding his emotional distress. "Of course, commander, let's go."
They all then turned and walked towards the submarine dock, boarding the rather mundane-looking submarine in comparison to the rest of the planet.
