Chapter 3: The Song Of The Leaves
"Singing?" Clara asked to just make sure she hadn't heard him wrong. He looked at her making her realize he wasn't joking. 'Who would be singing?' Clara thought. "Doctor, why would the thing that is hunting us down give us a hint that it is close, it doesn't sound very professional." The Doctor looked at her like she said something wrong. "Being a murderer of a planet, especially this beautiful planet is not professional Clara, these people do not care about the rules of the game, they are the cheaters in chess, they are the villains against the heros, they are the evil against the good, and they don't care one bit of the way to perform when attacking, because either way they are going to get what they want." The Doctor retorted back to Clara. Clara looked at The Doctor in amazement, he was never gotten so dramatic about a joke before. She was quite upset with the way she had just been treated by The Doctor. She concentrated on him waiting for him to turn around so she could give him the death stare but he wouldn't turn around. "Doctor?" Clara questioned. "Do you hear it?" The Doctor replied. 'Hear what?' Clara thought. But instead she tried to listen more carefully to see if she could hear the same sound as he was hearing. All Clara could hear was complete silence. But then she forced herself to find the sounds of the music that The Doctor could hear so easily. Suddenly she could hear a soft voice singing a song. Quickly she ran to pick up a leaf and put it next to her ear. The song was now clear in a little girls voice. Clara dropped the leaf in shock. 'Leaves can sing?' She thought to herself. She went and picked up another leaf. This one to was singing a song but in an older man's voice. Clara put the leaf closer to her ear. "We are the leaves of the forest, voice sweet, song strong, we are the leaves of the forest, we are where we belong…" The leaf sang. "I can hear them!" Clara exclaimed. The Doctor turned to her. "Tardis translation, let's you understand other languages and speak the language too, it just took longer today." The Doctor said in a serious and dull voice. "Well, you can sound more happy about it." Clara laughed. The Doctor shook his head no. At this Clara realized something was wrong, very wrong. "What is it?" she asked half of her not wanting to know. "What is your leaf singing?" The Doctor asked. Clara put the leaf closer to her ear and recited "We are the leaves of the forest, voice sweet, song strong, we are the leaves of the forest, we are where we belong." At this The Doctor shouted at Clara. "DROP THE LEAF!" But she couldn't. "But, Doctor the sound is so sweet," All the color drained out of The Doctor's face. "DROP IT!" "DROP IT NOW!" Clara snapped back to reality and dropped the leaf. But something odd happened, instead of the leaf falling it clinging onto Clara's hand.