Chapter 4: Blood of the leaves
"Clara, let go of the leaf!" The Doctor screamed. 'I don't understand.' Clara thought. She shook her hand over and over again trying to release the leaf that now was pressed against her skin off. "DROP IT!" "I'm trying Doctor, it's not coming off!" The Doctor looked at her impatiently. Then he processed what she had said. The leaf is sticking to her. At this The Doctor rushed over to Clara's hand with the leaf and started to tug at it. He pulled out his sonic screwdriver and pointed the tip at the leaf. As soon as he pressed the button Clara made a small yelp. The leaf fell to the ground but instead of the brown musty color it was before it was now a perfect green leaf that would grow during the summer time. Clara looked at her palm where the leaf had been. There was a tiny mark that looked as though they were teeth marks. Blood was dripping from where the mark was placed. The Doctor quickly examined the bite. His face turned solid and pointed his sonic at the mark. As he was shown the results he cautiously told Clara "Stay away from the leaves." She couldn't help but look at her palm. "Doctor, will it be okay?" "Yes" He replied while watching where he stepped so that he didn't bump into the thousands of leaves that were scattered across the forest floor. "They bite?" Clara wondered out loud. The Doctor didn't have to answer that question because it was already quite obvious that they do. They worked their way through the forest calling out occasionally "Is someone there?" No one replied every time they called out. Clara kept her face concentrated on the bite made by the leaf. Color had drained out of the part of her palm where she was bitten. The bite still caused a bit of pain for Clara as they strolled deeper and deeper into the forest. She took the time to examine The Doctor's hand. She saw that he too had a bite mark leaf size in the middle of his palm. "You could have told me you got bit too." Clara said. The Doctor stopped and looked at his palm for a second, then continued on. "Does it hurt?" Clara asked now trying to create conversation between the two of them. He seemed to be ignoring her but Clara did seem to sense that the bite was bothering him a little bit. The Doctor was thinking very hard of why the leaves would be vicious like that. The song drew both Clara and himself to pick up the leaves, why would the friendliest life forms on the planet try to bite other forms for blood? The Doctor concentrated on every moment they had since they walked out of the Tardis. He remembered that there was someone tracking them down, at first it seemed right, the leaves were tracking them, but then he remembered that the results showed another body form near them. They were still being followed.