Clara and Jason found themselves in the midst of hundreds of soldiers patrolling the streets of London. It had taken quite a bit of sneaking and dodging corners, but they finally managed to sneak into a library where a group of people were already hiding. The two sat an empty table while the librarian shut the doors once more and locked them, though Clara was sure that if the soldiers wanted to get inside they'd have no trouble whatsoever.
"Why did the Doctor just leave?" Jason asked.
Clara shook her head. "He didn't leave. I'm not sure what happened, but he wouldn't just leave."
Jason looked at Clara with contempt. "I'm not the smartest man, but I can tell you don't know this man that well."
Clara sighed. "Not this version, but he's the same man," she said.
This seemed to confuse Jason, but he continued his point. "What I'm saying is he seems the type to just leave when the going gets tough."
"Someone or something took him away," she said. "Without the Doctor, who knows what will happen to the planet? Now you can stay here and hide, or you can help me find him so he can sort it all out." Jason was taken aback at her rather abrasive attitude, but he respected her for it all the same.
Clara then stood up but Jason stopped her by grabbing her hand. "I'll do whatever I can to help," he said. "This all is a bit overwhelming, but you seem confident." Clara managed a smile and in so doing made Jason blush ever so slightly. She really was rather pretty. "What do we do?" he asked.
The Doctor still found himself tied up facing this strange man who seemed to have an eclectic amount of information regarding the race of Time Lords. The Doctor found it hard to believe that this man knew so much, yet here he was. The Doctor decided it best to see just what this man knew. The strange man seemed the type to hoard knowledge over others and the Doctor was going to take advantage of that.
"Who are you?" the Doctor asked.
"My students and colleagues know me as Professor Meteor," the man replied. "I am Chairman of the Faculty of Physics and Chemistry at Cambridge University."
"Ironic," the Doctor replied.
"Oh yes, my colleagues love to point out the apparent humor in my last name," Professor Meteor said. It was obvious it was something that happened all too often to him.
"If you teach at Cambridge, then why are you down here in London?" the Doctor questioned.
Professor Meteor wore a wicked grin while looking down at the Doctor and replied, "Well for you of course." Naturally, thought the Doctor.
"Well I haven't the faintest idea who you are, so why am I so important to you?" the Doctor asked.
"Having a plethora of knowledge of our own solar system I decided to look past that and into the possibility that there might just be other forms of life out there," replied Professor Meteor. "You see I have known about your race of people for a while but it wasn't until a few weeks ago that I realized one of your own might be on Earth."
"You're referring to the incident with the Slitheen family," the Doctor assumed.
"Indeed," said Professor Meteor. "But it wasn't the odd flatulent race of sentient beings I was after, it was you."
"Again, why me?" the Doctor asked.
"Because you have the knowledge I have been looking for," said the professor. "I am searching for a man that is responsible for a great deal that happened to the planet known as Gallifrey. And all of my research and even the brief time I spent on your home planet have led me to believe that only you possess the information that I seek."
"You have never set foot on Gallifrey!" the Doctor said, becoming enraged. "Unless you were with me you would have been killed on sight!"
The professor walked a full circle around the Doctor looking rather amused. "My dear man, you've no idea what I have seen and furthermore what I have done. Now you will tell me what I need to know."
"Or what? You're going to kill me? HA! If you know my people you know that we aren't so easily defeated," the Doctor said.
"I know all about regenerations," said Professor Meteor. "I also know it's still possible for you to die before you can regenerate. So before I do anything you're going to regret, shall we start over?" The Doctor was becoming more and more nervous realizing that this man was not bluffing and definitely knew more than any human should.
"What would you like to know?" the Doctor asked through gritted teeth.
"Much better," replied the professor. "But before we go on, I feel I should explain myself a bit more so you can have a better understanding of just exactly what I am asking."