A/N: Sorry about the wait for the update! I'll try not to let it happen again. Enjoy! :)

(Also, I know this is sort of a weird transition but we're now in the 12th Doctor's POV, as you can see, which crosses over with the last chapter a bit at the beginning).

The 12th Doctor scoffed and emitted a heartless chuckle. "Of course it's a trap. Why else would someone want us all together?"

The 10th Doctor crossed his arms, stepping around Rose to approach him. With a tense jaw and a warning glare, he was probably trying to look imposing, but the 12th Doctor only saw it like a child trying to scare a grown adult. "Well, let's think about it. Oh yeah, I think our name might just be the Doctor. Someone could need help."

"They could have called for one of us then," the 9th Doctor observed, crossing his arms over his chest and raising his eyebrows like he was unimpressed.

The 10th Doctor turned on him, raising his voice. "Really? So now you're siding with him?"

"This isn't about sides," the 11th Doctor chimed in, taking a step forward. "There's no need to get angry."

As the 12th Doctor opened his mouth to contribute to the argument, he watched Clara's frame shudder out of the corner of his eye. After a moment's consideration, he realized that she had been quite silent for the past minute or so. And that wasn't like her at all…

He reached to take her hand at her side, but the 11th Doctor beat him to it, enveloping her hand with his own. The 12th frowned at him, but the other Doctor had eyes only for Clara, who still hadn't reacted in any way. The 12th Doctor's sensitive ears picked up Clara's trembling breath and he reached out to her. "Clara-"

However, his helping hand only waved through air.

As calm as he usually was, he couldn't help the sudden feeling of panic that rose up inside of him. For a moment, all he could do was stare at where Clara had been just five seconds ago. "What…?"

You want her back, do you not?

The other three Doctors and Rose were watching him, but he doubted they could hear the voice that had invaded his mind. Honing in on the intruder to his brain, he shouted a reply in his head. I don't care who you are, but if you know me then you should know not to play games with me, especially when it comes to Clara Oswald.

Acid churned in his stomach as the voice merely laughed. My my, you do have a temper, don't you? But also a soft spot for the girl, as I thought.

The Doctor shook his head. The voice was probably only meant to distract him from what was going on around him. "It is a trap," he said out loud, breaking a silence that must have lasted for several minutes, "and I think Clara was the first victim."

"But how do you know-?" the 10th Doctor began to protest.

"Look around you, pretty boy!" He threw his arms out beside him, gesturing to the rotting wood of the shop's walls. "It's creepy. It simply reeks of something sinister. When doesn't that attract any of us?"

The 9th Doctor's expression hardened. "I knew something was wrong." His eyes roamed over the room. "It's too scary. There's even a shop window dummy," he said with the ghost of a smile, nudging Rose's shoulder and pointing at the mannequin toward the front of the shop.

Rose, however, did not seem amused. She shuddered and looked at each Doctor in turn. "They're…you?" she whispered, apparently still caught up on that detail despite impending danger.

The 12th Doctor rolled his eyes and strode forward, Rose's eyes growing wide as he approached. "I'm just going to explain," he said, raising his hands in the air, "only it will be a bit faster this way." Knowing there was no time to waste, he extended his hands towards her and pressed his middle fingers lightly against her temples. Not wasting a single second, he sent her every helpful memory or thought about regeneration that he had, trying hard to slow down and let the thoughts flow naturally rather than throwing them at her to save time.

He drew away as soon as he was done, turning and looking up at the ceiling. "Yes, as we were saying. It's much too creepy. Much too…convenient." After no one responded for several seconds, he looked back to see that the other three Doctors were looking at Rose, who held her head in her hands.

The 9th Doctor gave him a hard glare. "You could've been more gentle."

"Don't you see? There's no time to be gentle!"

The 10th Doctor's head snapped up. "What do you mean?"

"He means that we're in a trap right now, and every second we spend here is getting more and more dangerous." The 11th Doctor nodded to the ground. "And now we have to find Clara too."

"Too convenient?" the 10th Doctor repeated to himself, looking around. "Oh. Oh." His eyes grew wide with realization. "We're not really in this shop."

"Rather," corrected the 12th Doctor, "the shop isn't really real."

The 11th Doctor jumped once, the wood creaking underneath him as he landed. "Of course it's real. Just not to anyone else."

With a comforting hand on Rose's shoulder, the 9th Doctor spoke calmly. "Something's in our minds."

The 10th Doctor nodded. "But the question is: how long has it been there?"

"And what it is." The 11th Doctor glanced at the 12th. "The Kantrofarri?"

With a shake of his head, the 12th Doctor replied, "No. Trust me, I've had recent experiences with them. Anyway," he continued, his mind racing as he rambled on, "the three of you wouldn't be in my pleasant dreams."

"I second that." The 9th Doctor looked up and grabbed Rose's hand.

"So what do we do?" the 10th Doctor asked. "Someone obviously doesn't want us to see what's going on in the real world. This is a distraction."

The 11th Doctor nodded. "A good one. We can't leave until we find Clara."

The 10th Doctor pointed out the window. "People could be in danger out there. We can't all just stay here!"

"Doctor."

All four Doctors turned to look at Rose, who had spoken in a shaking, quiet voice. "It's talking to me."

"What's it saying?" the 12th Doctor asked, rushing to stand in front of her. He had no doubt that it was the same voice that had spoken in his mind.

Rose squeezed her eyes shut and shuddered. The 11th Doctor grabbed her arm, as if to keep her from disappearing like Clara had.

The 12th Doctor placed his hands on her shoulders. "Rose, what's it saying?" he repeated, shaking her gently.

"'This is your task…'" She shook her head after a moment, emitting a shaky sigh. "I…"

With a huff of frustration, the 12th Doctor placed his fingers on her temples once more, immediately hearing the overwhelming voice in her thoughts.

…Bad Wolf…

The voice seemed to grow louder and louder until the Doctor's mind wasn't filled with anything but it. Static noise filled his ears. It felt like at any moment, his head would explode with the magnitude of the volume. Just as he thought to raise a hand to block it out, the noise stopped altogether. All that was left was the sound of crashing waves.

The Doctor opened his eyes, not completely surprised to see blue waves lapping at a somber grey shore. He released Rose and spun around, clenching his jaw as he realized where they were: a place he would always detest the sight of.

Dårlig Ulv Stranden.

Bad Wolf Bay.