Chapter 4 – Inner Soul

When I awoke, it was still dark out, but the moon had gone in. No clouds, no nothing. Just…darkness.

"It is always like this. we caused this. They have enslaved my people." Claret said.

"Who are they?" I asked.

"They are the Dwoozians*. From Dwoozi*." Claret informed us.

"Ah." The Doctor said. I shot him a confused look. He seemed to forget that I was new to all this.

"The Dwoozians and the Zwoobians* are neighbouring races. Them and the Zondi*. we are both musical. But the Dwoozians want to use their musical skills for evil. They use music like we use technology. All of them. But it seems the Dwoozians want to start conquering by taking the Zwoobians and the Zondians* first." He explained.

"Oh." I said, understanding it a bit better.

"Here. There is not much, but it will sustain you." I looked at the thick, green paste that Claret was holding out to us. I took it kindly.

"Thank you." I said. The Doctor put a spoonful in his mouth, motioning that I do the same. I put it in my mouth. It tasted absolutely wonderful! Gorgeous tastes coming at my taste buds from all angles! I quickly swallowed to put more in my mouth. Claret smiled at me.

"So. Can you not contact them with your Inner Soul?" The Doctor asked Claret. He shook his head.

"No. They have put up a telepathic dampener around all the cities. If I even try to use it, they'll find me." Claret said sadly.

"This might sound like a stupid question, but what's an Inner Soul?" I asked.

"On this planet, and on Dwoobi, all are linked by their Inner Soul. It is like telepathy. Everyone has Inner Music, and your Inner Soul is connecting all your Inner Music to one another, and using it to contact people."

"Claret…I know the best way to get into the city. We're going to have to get ourselves noticed." The Doctor said.

"The only way they'll not kill us if we get 'noticed'," Claret said, complete with air quotes, "is if you two use your Inner Souls."

"But…how?" I asked.

"Oh, it's easy. Just think. Really loudly." The Doctor said. I heard this amazing, angelic voice inside his head. At first, it was like a giant thrill, like the first time I stepped in the TARDIS. Then, it was full of anger, sorrow, heartbreak, destruction, love… and loneliness. A deep, deep loneliness. I looked at The Doctor, who just sighed.

"It's as easy as that. That is my own, unique music. Yours will be so very different." So I thought myself. And The Doctor was right. The music that I made was far from angelic. It was upbeat, fast, and energetic. It was adventurous and exploring. And yet, right underneath, there was a deep sadness to it, welling up, building up, until it got louder and louder – then, it overpowered the other.

"Or not." I mumbled. "What does it mean?" I asked.

"The things that have happened in your life; that stand out most, your personality, things like that. They create your music." He said. "Something terrible must have happened in your life." Then I realized. His music was about the destruction of Gallifrey, always being alone, about the fighting, about losing his planet…but most of all, about losing those he loved.

"I…"I said. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be."The Doctor replied. His voice was hollow; empty, with a hard edge to it. He instantly regretted it and opened his mouth to state this, but – the Dwoobians arrived.

"Ah. Claret. we've been looking for you." They said. Their voices were musical.

"Reoder*." Claret said, quite calmly.

"Ah. You have some friends. You will be tried and tested in court." The Dwoobian called Reoder said.

"Saoph*, 'cuff 'em." I felt my arms pulled roughly back, and I waited for the familiar cold metal to slap on my wrists. It didn't come. I looked behind me. Then rolled my eyes. Of course. It was those ones you see in Sci-Fi movies, binding your hands together in an electric field.

A/N: *Word Pronunciation: Dwoozians – Dw-ooh-zee-uh-ns

Dwoozi – Dw-ooh-zee

Zwoobians – Zw-ooh-bee-uh-ns

Zondi – Zoh-n-dee

Zondians - Zoh-n-dee-uh-ns

Reoder – Ree-oh-der

Soaph – Sa-oh-ff