The sparks flew freely around my ship; they bounced off the walls and off my face and hair as my fingers danced around the controls of my time capsule, pulling switches and turning dials. I was afraid that my ginormous hair would catch fire... again. I paid no attention to the explosions and the dangling wires. I felt the tiny broken glass pieces pierce my back when a bulb exploded on the wall behind me. I gasped in pain. I was bleeding, of course, all humans do that… only except I'm not one as you can possibly tell. I felt the wounds sealing themselves up. I sighed in relief. It felt like some placed nice cold ice packs on my sweaty, bleeding, back. As for the rest of my body, it was still making changes internally. Mostly just the finishing touches. Sometimes, I felt a slight, sharp, jolt of pain in my body that had me on my hands and knees coughing.

" The New Port City tri-state area huh? Jacob's not far from here! I better stop by sometime. Boy, he's in for a shocker! And what is this? It seems that this area has some sort of invisible energy field." I circled the area on the dirty monitor. It had to be about twenty-five kilometers in diameter. Hundreds of houses, small buildings, parks, a subway, and a small corner of Jacob's humongous mansion were inside. Thousands of people are currently living in a very very powerful energy field and someone, or something, created this and has not told anyone about it!

She had the same skin color, the same eye color, the same hair color… everything. I touched the soft, fluffy slippers.

" Hey! What do you think you're doing?" she shouted.

She jerked her feet away and I stood up. I was a couple inches taller than her.

I smiled. I realized I was free from the TARDIS. I can start to feel my joints again. I relaxed for a few minutes, breathing in and out, coughing, and laughing at some points. She might as well call me crazy but what till I get my energy back… I'll be even crazier! Ha ha!

Everything around me was blurry. I can feel my tears cascade down my cheeks. I gently touched them. I couldn't see the details, but I could see the shine on it. I couldn't see the detail on the girl's face either. It was so beautiful… Now it's all gone. I mumbled something. Then I shouted the same thing. I couldn't hear anything I said. A wave of sadness smacked me in the face… and a wave of the girl's hand.

I sat down and swiveled in the chair. " Oh, it spins! Wonderful, wonderful! You know, I think, if I'm getting this right I invented the swivel chair once. 1776, oh yes, the good year. Independence from the red coats. Of course, I gave ol' Thomas the credit. Had to anyways. I didn't want the history books to saying that a child named 'Jonathan Doe' invented it all by himself! My dad would've gotten mad and taken away my TARDIS key! That's just bonkers! Am I right miss…"

She stopped heavily breathing and loosened her fist. " Clara. Clara Oswald Junior."

" Clara? I know that name from somewhere… that's my father's friend's name! Yea! The impossible girl! I haven't heard from either of them in a long long time!"

" My name is the Storyteller. I am the son of the Doctor and the son of River Song. I am the Last Child of Gallifrey and the hero of this planet you call 'Earth'. Any question, Clara Oswald Junior?"

The Storyteller never wanted this to happen again, but the moment was already prepared for him… the pain was once again unbearable for him, he never wanted to feel it again. But it was meant to be. That's what the dream was all about. The pain of losing the face and the body that he loved, the face of a young girl that he loved, and the pain of knowing that he would never go back.

When he quickly found the clothing, he hurried out of the room. He saw the Doctor again, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he picked up the rifle and shot him. The creature evaporated on contact of the beam. He threw the rifle down and closed his eyes.

" I'm going back to the bedroom…"

Those words echoed in his mind and he jolted awake. He found himself again with no clothing. The door opened and Clara walked in, " Storyteller? Are you…"

" Fine! Never better! Never in my life have I felt better!"

In fact, he wasn't alright. But a huge smile hid the pure shame of his failure. He was so worked up about his emotions, he didn't realize that he was still almost wearing nothing. Clara blushed and quickly turned away as the Storyteller got his clothing on for the third time.

" Done! What do you think?" The Storyteller did a small spin.

" I… think it's wonderful. Why are you up anyways?"

" Because I had a wonderful dream! In fact, I can get rid of your tri-state area's problem of the strange murders that have been happening around these parts… or is it parks?"

" How do you know about the murders?"

" I didn't! I'll explain once we get everything squared away! Meet downstairs right… now!"

He rushed past Clara and tumbled down the stairs with excitement. Clara giggled as the Storyteller got up and ran to the backyard. He noticed that the world around him was now covered in thick fog. Probably it was the thickest it has been, he can the whispers of the dead and the living.

" I better fix this quickly before-"

An ear piercing scream filled the air from the house to the right and the sound of the creatures followed. The Storyteller hurried along inside his still broken TARDIS and flipped several switches along the dirty, broken console. Some of the switches fell off so the Storyteller had to use something he thought he would never use again: his fist. He banged on the console until it roared to life for the last time. Clara entered.

" Hey! Knock before entering!" shouted the Storyteller from behind the console.

Clara placed her hands on her hips. " There's nothing to knock on! What are you doing anyways?"

" I'm sending a message to the things, the creatures in all of our dreams, the…"

" Dream Killers?"

" YES! Oh good name, Miss Oswald! Brilliant name, I must say!"

The Storyteller held down a small gray button and cleared his throat. " I'm going to make this message loud, clear, and very very short. Well, maybe not short, but shorter than your lives."

The screams outside stopped.

" Are they here?"

" Well of course they are! They have reached a point where they can attack, they've been saving up energy for so long now that they can attack in our world instead of the dream world."

" So how are you talking to them?"

" I fixed up the TARDIS's matrix a bit to send a signal to the Dream Killers, your Dream Killers, everyone's as well. I'm using a high frequency and the dense air to send the message. Oh, shoot..."

" What? What's wrong?"

" This thing was on while I was talking…

The fog started to leak into the TARDIS, the Storyteller grabbed Clara and pulled her behind him.

" Whatever you do, do not touch the fog."

A figure started to emerge. It took the form of a woman.

" Mom?!" Clara shouted.

" That's not your mother, Clara. You know what it is…"

Clara looked up at the Storyteller and back to what is her mother.

" We are lucky enough that the Killer's time manipulation doesn't work here," He slowly approached, Clara's mother. " It's the TARDIS of course, haven't you've been paying attention? Don't you know who I am?"

" You are the Storyteller…" it said, it's voice like sandpaper and someone being strangled.

" Yes, and?"

" You're father is the Doctor,"

" And?"

" I will kill you."

" Very short spoken, but you are forgetting one thing," he smirked. " I still my finger on the small gray button. Did you hear that Dream Killer's all over the world?"

Clara saw that the Dream Killer in front of her showed that it heard it loud and clear.

" I am the one that can stop anything, anyone if I must! My father is the Doctor and will always be the Doctor! And to the people of the earth, I leave you this cryptic message…" The Storyteller ran over to the keyboard and quickly typed the message. He slammed a button and proudly strolled to the Dream Killer.

" You see, you think that you're smart, just because you possess the soul of Kruger, but deep inside, you are just like him. Stupid, one-sided, weird, cussed a lot, well maybe that's not you, but he was very ill-minded. So ill-minded, in fact, I sent a message that you won't be able to translate for millions of years! Actually, more like you won't just easily translate it. AND I DID IT ALL FROM A BROKEN TARDIS! WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT THAT, DREAM KILLER!?"

All it did was smile.

" You really think you have won?"

" Well… yeah? I just sent a message to every single human being in the world on how to destroy your kind, which is pretty obvious, but what could you do? Kill me?"

" We induce nightmares, Storyteller."

" As if I didn't know that…"

" And if we can't do it to you, we can do it in the name of a Clara Oswald."

The Storyteller laughed, Clara gulped. " Her? What can you do? She already knows how to defeat you," he said nudging her in the arm tenderly. " What can you possibly…"

The creature smiled and hollered Killer's hands turned into razor sharp claws.

" Storyteller…" Clara whispered.

It raised it's claws high in the air and dug its claws deep into its chest.

" NOOOO!", the Storyteller shouted as it screamed in sheer pain.

Red blood squirted out as it collapsed to the ground. It's screamed went from it's ghostly holler to a human scream. Clara Junior cried out to her mother as the Storyteller tried the best he could to stop the bleeding. The Storyteller kept screaming her name as his hands were soaked with her blood. He struggled to get his coat off and he used it to cover the large wound. Oswald looked up at the Storyteller, struggling for air. She went to reach out to him, only for her bloody hand to skim the front of his shirt near the collar and the buttons.

" Take care of her…" she mouthed before she closed her eyes and went limp. He placed two fingers on the side of her neck.

" No… oh Rassilon no… please…"

The Storyteller stepped back from the body and bumped into the console. Clara was weeping on her mother as the Storyteller blankly stared at them. He swallowed hard, he felt a lump in his throat and his stomach ached with sympathy. He turned away, but he can still hear her crying. The Storyteller covered his ears.

" No… more…" he whispered. He heard something else… the screams of another person. And then another. And another. He could hear the screams of his people, the screams of both Clara's, and the scream of Abby Pond.

" NO MORE! NO MORE!"

Clara looked up, shocked at the Storyteller's rage. " What?!" " No more," the Storyteller said through clenched teeth. " I won't let anyone die at the hands of me any longer… no more…"

The Storyteller himself dragged the body outside and covered her face with his green jacket. He rather see the wound, which he could clearly see Oswald's stomach and other innards. The Storyteller placed the doors back on the hinges without saying a word to Clara. The door would fall down once and awhile and the Storyteller would throw a fit.

" I CAN'T!", He shouted as he threw a nearby stone in his TARDIS. The stone cracked the glass cylinder, which made him even angrier.

" AARRGH! STUPID… BLASTED… HANDS! WHY MUST RASSILON PAY ME THIS WAY!? WHAT HAVE I DONE!"

" STORYTELLER, PLEASE!" Clara shouted, still consulting her dead mother. " Stop with the yelling, stop with the fits, please…"

" Clara… I. LOST. EVERYTHING!"

" LIKE WHAT?!"

The Storyteller paused, he smiled, " Like what? LIKE WHAT? Here, let me tell you a story about a young boy who all he wanted to do, was to travel along in time and space, only to end up, one, lose his people, two, lose his father, three, lose the love of my life, four, my ship, AND FIVE, oh boy five, MY FACE!"

" What's wrong with it?"
" Everything! Look at it! The hair, the eyes, the mouth! My body is a complete disaster!"

The Storyteller began to tear up and his eyes quickly became glossy. " I lost two people that hold dear and I can't do anything about it! My father can't see me nor can I see him, and-and… Abby! I lost her… oh my…"

He burst out crying. He fell to the ground sobbing away like a baby.

" I should've died! I shouldn't have used the Time Lord's Dream. It was going to be no use to me anyways! I hate everything!"

He continued to sob until Clara crawled over to consult him. Blood was still preserved on her hands, but still, he rubbed his back until he calmed down. His face rose up, his eyes bloodshot red, tears falling down his face, cheeks red, and his lower lip shuddering. Clara to had tears down her face, but she wiped his first. The Storyteller took in a deep breath and exhaled on Clara's face. She didn't seem to care that his breath smelled like failure and disappointment.

" I forgot to say that… I lost the... one... thing that really... defies... who I am," he hiccuped. " Well two... things, really."

" Tell me them, please. Tell me anything." she quickly said to steer the conversation so where else.

" I have this thing… this device… I don't know where it went but he could help me with fixing the doors."

" What did it look like?"

" It was blue at the tip. It's like a wand except all silver, I could extend it to collect more data. While it's extended, I can see it's beautiful yellow core. The bottom of it which was black, I designed it so that it was soft and flexible so that my wrist or my palm wouldn't be scratched up by it. Heh, sometimes I even chew on it or use to. I don't think I have that habit anymore. It was a stress thing, y'know? I was very stressful in my younger body."

" What's it called?"

" It called a Sonic Screwdriver. My father gave it to me when he didn't want it anymore. He got a new one, I think."

Clara smiled. " I think I have it," she dug into her back pocket and took it out. " It was on your ship. That was the first time I also went inside it."

The Storyteller took at and smiled delightedly at it.

" What did you think? No, wait, what did you say?"

" Well… I said…"

" Yes?"

" ' It's quite dirty in here? What the hell happened?'"

" HEY LANGUAGE!" The Storyteller quickly covered his mouth after suddenly blurting out something he has never heard before nor said."

" Excuse me?"

" Sorry! So sorry… that was quite rude… that's new… sorry…"

" That's fine- WAIT! Where are you going?!" She yelled as she followed him.

The Storyteller finally fixed his doors and was preparing to leave.

" To fix my ship of course! Look around you, you said it's quite a mess right?"

"Yeah but..."

" Clara… you need to stay with your mom. Have the funeral, spend time with your family, recover. You've been through a lot…" He looked beyond the fence at the other houses and from afar, he can see New Port City. " The world needs to recover…"

" From what?"

The Storyteller smiled. He puffed out his chest and let his big, puffy, curly hair catch some wind.

" For… eh… not me… uh… not being here for a while... I didn't know I was gone for quite some time…"

Clara smiled weakly.

" Goodbye, Storyteller."

He nodded in reply and closed both doors. When the TARDIS left( its dematerialization sound was off key and was horrible to listen to), the police arrived soon after. All the found was the poor daughter of Clara Oswin Oswald and her father, Danny Oswald…

It is now November 3rd of the same year, the funeral was yesterday and today was another day for Clara Jr. She hated how the house was so empty after the events of the Dream Killers. She found some entertainment to keep her mind of her mother; once, she made up a cool nickname for the Dream Killers. She thought 'The Third Kind' was an awesome name. Mister Oswald( the Danny Pink of your universe), would periodically check on his daughter. He had no problem of hiding his emotions because he never wanted to break down in front of Clara Jr. She didn't mind him coming in to check in once and awhile even though she wanted to be alone. She knew it was because he could look upon her face and see his wife. Clara couldn't even look in the mirror like she always could.

As she was staring at her ceiling in her green colored room, she heard a sound. The sound of something she's been looking forward to in a long time. She hopped out of bed and ran downstairs. Danny was sitting on the couch watching TV when she scurried past.

" Hey, where are you-"

" I'm going to see my friend, dad! He's back!"

" Who's back? Who's your friend?"

She just smiled, she was too excited to answer. Danny chased after her to find the blue box resting under the tree. Danny stared in disbelief. Who is this kid?

" Hello, Mister Oswald. And hello Clara Oswald!" he said happily as he embraced Clara in a warm hug.

" Um… did I miss something?" Danny asked peering his head around his daughter's head. Clara introduced him to the Storyteller, who is now wearing the same green clothes which had no trace of blood. The Storyteller was considering showing him what's inside the TARDIS but though otherwise. He was worried that the father wouldn't even consider having a strange good looking kid with a box as a friend. " Clara," the Storyteller whispered nervously. " I erm… wanted to know if…"

" Dad, can you leave us please?"

Both the Storyteller and Danny were surprised.

" Um… sure?"

" Thanks, daddy!"

Clara hugs him and Danny leaves the two. The time child smiled brightly. " I want to show you something."

The Storyteller opened both the TARDIS doors and Clara walks inside. She looked around in awe.

The entire interior was a bright orange. The gray stairs leading up to the wacky looking console. The console itself looks as if it went dumpster diving, but Clara thought that the Storyteller somehow knows how to control whatever this thing is normally. IT reminded her of the previous one that she investigated while he was asleep. Thick gray wires hung loosely above the controls and a small monitor hung above a large lever, larger than the others.

" It's my dad's TARDIS, Clara," he said taking pride in his new ship. " My dad gave me, or should I say, grew me a TARDIS just like his."

" Grew?"

" Yes! A coral TARDIS was my first one, the one that you were just in and the one that you said was 'quite dirty'. You did say that right?"

Clara blushed and nodded slowly.

" My dad copied the TARDIS matrix into this one so that he gets what I get. Believe it or not, it takes thousands, even millions of years to grow a TARDIS!"

" How did he do it?"

" He has a time machine, Miss Oswald. Time is something that you must be careful with, my dad used it… well properly."

Clara walked up the gray stairs and touched the console with care. He looked at the Storyteller to make sure it was ok. He smiled. " She likes you."

" Who?"

" The TARDIS. She likes you. She thinks you are very pretty."

Clara smirks at the console and turns to the Storyteller.

" What about you?"

His face lit up suddenly like a Christmas tree. " Oh! Uh! Yes! I love… yes! I think you are very… erm… pretty! As a matter of fact, I love the color orange and I know you do to cause this is all orange and-"

" Storyteller, breath."

" Oh…"

He breathes in and exhales.

" Suppose you are wondering about how I defeated the Dream Killer, a brilliant name by the way."

" Thank you. And yes, how did you do it?

The Storyteller blushed and bowed his head. " I did a nasty trick."

" Nasty?"

" Well… not nasty nasty, nasty enough for Time Lords to smack me across the face." He looked up at Clara to she her confused at the species name. " It's what I am. I'm an alien from another planet called Gallifrey."

" Oh yes, you told me that already."

" Good, so, the nasty trick!" He clapped his hands and said, " The Time Lord's Dream!"

" Wha-"

" I'll tell you, don't you fret… or worry… or cry… ANYWAYS! Humans can dream and they see things that make them question what they saw. Sometimes, the dreams are so realistic, that they think it actually happened. Some even think that dreams predict the future, turns out that dreams are only what people feel about it.

" So we, the superior beings of the universe, no offense-"

" None taken…"

" Can also have dreams. However, we can dream about the future."

" Okay? What's the catch? There's always a catch right?"

" Right you are, Miss Oswald! Right you are! We can have this dream the moment after regeneration and we have to make this choice once we are done or no dream."

" Why do people- Time Lords I mean- use it?"

The Storyteller shrugged. " Well… just for predicting the future of course. Legendary time lords are always the most paranoid ones, so they tend to use it a lot. How do you think Nostradamus did it?"

" Nostradamus was a-"

" Yeah, a lot of people don't know that. Strange. It's quite obvious. Most of the predictions he got were strongly accurate. I traveled back to see this myself. And sure enough, he was one. He had a lot of faces, but one is the one he died with. He taught me how he did it. I don't remember the rest..."

" Huh…"

Clara was trying to put this all together. The spaceship is called the TARDIS, a time and space machine and he met Nostradamus, who's a Time Lord? What the heck?

" So… why did you use it?"

The Storyteller smile slowly faded away, his eyes fixed on the ground. Clara waved her hand. The Storyteller woke up and smiled brightly.

" So! I used the dream, because why not, and learned about the Dream Killer, actually I never really knew much all about them, until the dream me told me everything I needed to know. And you know right? How to defeat them?"

Clara nodded.

" Good! Now off you go, that all you need to know."

" Mmm… excuse me, what?"

" Get out, that's what. Sorry about this but this is for your own good."

" My own good?!"

" Yes. Clara. I know what you are thinking. And no, I can't allow you on my ship so, please. Go. Before you end up like Abby-" The Storyteller bit his lip and opened the door. " This is… it."

Clara shook her head. After all she went through these past months. After painfully watching her mother being lowered into the ground. After days which felt like years to her of waiting for the Tri-State area's hero, this was it? No! This couldn't be for her! Not this time.

" Who's Abby?"

" No one! Please! I don't want another one being killed at the hands of me!"

" What?!"

" Clara! Listen to me! I don't want you dead!"

" I'm not leaving!"

The Storyteller clenched his fist and looked away from her.

" You aren't? You… won't?"

" No! Since you told me all this, I can't just simply go outside! Please, Storyteller, take me with you. Take me away from all of this. Take me away from my family. Let me see what the world is like."

He thought about this for a long time. Clara was growing impatient.

" Well? Can I got or not?

He nodded.

" Ok… ok… fine. One trip."

" But-"

" ONE. Trip. And please, no questions about… about… where do you want to go?"

Clara pondered on the question for far too long.

" Well?"

" Hold on, sir. Gosh."

The Storyteller tapped his foot impatiently.

" Somewhere cold. Somewhere that's not here, but is here.", Clara finally answered.

. He loved when companions gave him riddles or request like this. Companion? No. Clara's just a visitor, that's all. She won't stay for long. Just one trip, that's all.

The Storyteller smiled Clara breathed again and was glad to see that he was finally smiling again.

" So, a place that's cold and is located on Earth. Not near the city, and is certainly not in this time period, no sir-ma'am! Ma'am… yes…"

The Storyteller's hands danced around the console, pushing buttons and slamming down levers. On the typewriter, he punched in coordinates and the time of their destination.

" Is this place good?"

Clara looked at the screen and frowned.

" What's Arendale?"

" You mean, Arendelle? The cold place! And it's in the seventeen-eighties!"

Clara nodded, her lips bulging out a bit. " Not bad, Storyteller. But it's a pity that it's only one trip…"

The Storyteller smiled weakly.

" Yeah." The Storyteller flips the biggest lever on the console and the TARDIS started to dematerialize. Outside, Danny ran out to see what was all that noise. All he saw was an empty backyard.

" Clara? Clara!"

The Storyteller and Clara will return in the revisited adventures in

" The Witch of Arendelle."