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Chapter Four
"Clara, Clara! CLARA OSWALD, WAKE UP RIGHT NOW!" Clara's eyes snapped open.
"Who? What?" She sat up so fast, her forehead collided with the Doctor's, who was the one hovering over her.
"Ow!" The Doctor rubbed his forehead, frowning. "Yes, well, good morning, Souffle Girl!"
"Mrmph," was Clara's reply. "Where are we?"
"Still at the museum. Night guards, remember?" Jack said.
"Right," Clara said, letting out a huge yawn. "Now, can we get some breakfast? I could eat a TARDIS."
"Oh, please don't," the Doctor said, his brow furrowed.
"Figure of speech," Clara replied.
"How was your first night?" The director asked them.
"Horrendous," Clara said.
"Interesting," the Doctor answered.
"Fabulous," Jack said, grinning. The director clapped her hands together.
"Brilliant! I'll see you all tonight, then, yes?"
"Absolutely," Jack said before Clara or the Doctor could answer.
"Now, go get some food," the director said. "You all must be starving." Without answering, the three time-travelers staggered to the door in a very zombie-like fashion.
A half hour later, the three of them were sitting around a table at what was apparently the best diner in the city.
"Ooh, pancakes!" Jack exclaimed, surveying the menu.
"Bacon," Clara said, licking her lips.
"What are 'scrambled eggs?' " the Doctor inquired.
"Order them and find out," Clara replied, looking strangely at him.
"Has their code been genetically scrambled?" The Doctor pressed.
"No, Doctor," said Jack and Clara simultaneously.
When the food was set down in front of them, it struck the three of them how much food they had actually ordered. Plates upon plates of bacon, eggs, pancakes, and loads of other foods.
"Where do we start?" Jack asked, eyeing the mountain of food wearily.
"I have no idea," Clara said, wide-eyed.
"Just…" the Doctor tapped a plate. "Everyone take a plate and go from there."
"My God," Clara said, groaning.
"Did we really just eat all of that?" Jack said in disbelief. It was some time after the food had arrived, and the check had just been delivered to the table. Clara snatched it up and stared at it, mouth slightly agape.
"Where are we going to get his kind of money?" she exclaimed, looking at the Doctor. He blinked at her.
"I don't know, figure it out. Don't have things called credit something-or-rather?"
"Credit cards?" Clara finished.
"Yes. Use the credit card." Clara fished out her wallet and pulled out a sleek silver card and placed it on the table, scowling.
"Don't understand why I have to pay," she grumbled.
"We have the whole day, where should we go?" Jack asked once they had left the museum.
"I want to go back to sleep," Clara mumbled. She looked up and saw the Doctor reading the newspaper.
"Where did you get that?" she said.
"This is special Time Lord newspaper!" The Doctor exclaimed. "Reckon I'm the only one that reads it. Really good articles. Like this: Augmented hacker finally brought to justice. Beats whatever you've got in-" he picked up a random newspaper left on a table- "The New York Times!"
"Hacker?" Clara said, her head snapping up.
"Augmented?" Jack inquired.
"Having been made greater in size or value," the Doctor rattled off automatically like a dictionary. A ringing sound suddenly emitted from Clara's pocket, signaling a call on her phone. She dug it out and answered.
"Hello? Clara Oswald speaking."
"Clara!" It was the director. "Come back right now! The statues- they've changed shape!"
"Oh, my God! We'll get right over!" She hung up. "Doctor, Jack, we need to get to the museum right away. Something's… happened."
OH! CLIFFHANGER!
Haha. Sorry.
Question:
I put in a reference from a specific Doctor Who episode. Anyone catch it?
Until next time!
~Fern