Chapter 3-A new face
The 12th Doctor was a different man, Clara knew that. In one moment, her bow tie loving madman was gone. A new, much older, Scottish man appeared, exclaiming that he had no idea had to fly the TARDIS. It had been a while since this regeneration and Clara had gotten use to this new man even though, in some situations, she wanted her madman back.
"Right then!" The twelfth incarnation of The Doctor announced," So we have done many things in the past few days and we haven't really had much time to relax so today, I do not care if a planet is burning, we shall relax". Clara didn't know what to say or do after this announcement. It was very unlike this doctor to relax. While she knew this new him, she hadn't had time for a normal conversation. It had all been discussions about the possible ways of escaping the current situation.
So in the following day, The Doctor, staying true to his word, did nothing. They talked about many things, but not once did they run or save a planet. Much news was being received from the television they were sitting in front of in the TARDIS living room. Many times the two learnt about planets being destroyed but they simply added it their long to do list seeing as they were time travels who could go back in time at any moment. One particular news channel had described exactly how the doctor and Clara had saved the other family's on raxacoricofallapatorius from the Slitheen.
During the rest of the day Clara learnt that this Doctor loved guitars and had instantly been a natural at playing it. She also learnt that deep down he still loved fish fingers and custard!
After the day was done she finally felt that this doctor could still be hers. She now knew The Doctor better and she felt as if he knew her better too. Clara fell asleep happy that day knowing that there would be a full day of adventure ahead.
The day for The Doctor had been truly enjoyable. He had learnt so much about Clara and even himself. But an odd thing had happened about halfway during the day. A distress signal had been sent to him by a rather odd spacecraft. In fact, there were more than one of these signals coming from Earth and the readings suggested the ship was tiny, about the size of a broomstick. Not wishing to break her high spirits, The Doctor had not told Clara of this odd news. However, The Doctor was going to investigate it after Clara fell asleep. Tonight.
Meanwhile, the 11th Doctor was worried. The Daleks would present themselves in front of the wizards and they would try to use their spells to kill or destroy the Dalek. However, they were an alien race who could kill humans within a matter of minutes. Wizards may have extra ability's but they still were human, easy to destroy.
Re-entering the TARDIS, he looked at Amy Pond, with an expression he didn't usually use. He told her that, "They were not there". The worry he felt soon showed up on Amy's face. Both knew they had to stop the wizards quick before the Daleks said those few words which meant death.
