'Well, at least the rain held off, till now.' He remarked as he held his hand out, catching some of the steady rainfall. He shakes his hand out after awhile and shoves it back into his pocket, not believing that in that short amount of time, the wind bit into his skin as ferociously as it had.

It seemed to be keeping people off of the streets this night. People preferring to stay in where it's warm rather than brave the elements. They should have done the same thing. But several hours of organising, unpacking and being driven mad because things weren't in the boxes they were supposed to be in.

Then they had realised the time. How late it had gotten, how long they had been at this and how long it had been since they had eaten. They decided to brave the rain and cold wind to get something to eat before they called it a night.

Tomorrow's tasks seemed daunting and endless. Tomorrow would be another long day. She's been strangely quiet, it's only when he nudges her that she blinks and seems to snap herself out of her thoughts. She blinks and nods her head, staring beyond the streets. The street lights reflecting off the slick roads and sidewalks. When she directs her gaze to the lights, she can see the direction the rain is falling, the wind stirring up the leaves around the curb sides and gutters. There is no denying it now, autumn is here. She inwardly sighs and notices that John is staring at her. Oh right, she hadn't answered him yet. She nods her head, but is unsure if he catches her or not.

'I guess. We shouldn't have waited so long to get food.' She replies, pushing her hood to the side so she can get him in her line of vision. She tightens her grip on the brown bag that is currently holding their late, late dinner. She should have worn mittens or something. Her hands are red. Her sleeve just doesn't cover them quite enough, leaving the skin exposed.

'It was just nice to have some quiet.' He reminds her and she smiles a bit, recalling the hectic day that was finally drawing to a close.

'You behaved well.' She grins playfully and he turns to her, eyeing her as he dissected her comment.

'What's that supposed to mean?'

'You know exactly what it means.' She retorts, but there isn't a hint of anger in her voice. Merely amusement.

'Oh. Well…there were a few times.' He admits and she nods her head, recalling those incidences.

'I saw those times. Why do you think I separated the two of you?' She wonders and he turns to her, raising an eyebrow.

'You're ever so proactive.' He comments and she nods deeply.

'Don't you forget it,' She smiles widely at him and uses her free hand to take a hold of his arm. 'Oh…by the way…I should probably mention that mum wants us to have Sunday dinner at her place…you know…to catch up.'

He pauses briefly in his step and turns to her, completely serious. 'Like every Sunday? Every Sunday…?' He repeats and Rose continues on her way. Her eye catches sight of something opaque in a shop window and she stops to look at it. John presses on by her.

'Yeah…every Sunday…' Rose answers distractedly and he continues talking, not noticing that she had stopped.

'I…just…really? Every single Sunday forever?' John sighs, already dreading that slightly. 'Rose?' He questions when he notices that Rose isn't beside him.

He stops and turns around, spotting her staring at a darkened shop window. The only light coming from the spot lights shining on a display.

'Yeah?' She answers and blinks turning over to him.

'What are you looking at?' He wonders as he stops beside her and stares into the display window.

It's a jewellery store and she gazing deeply at the solitary ring on display. It's white gold and there is a black diamond in the centre. Rose turns up to him.

'Is that a diamond? I've never seen one before. How do they get it black? Is it even real?' She wonders innocently and he smiles, putting his arm around her.

'Really? You've never seen one before?' He comments and she shakes her head. 'Oh, well, you see black diamonds are kinda a paradox in themselves. They don't sparkle, like regular diamonds and that's because they absorb the light rather than refract it. They have a different crystalline structure.'

'Oh…so that's what makes them different?' Rose nods her head and together they continue staring at it.

'Right, they have a poly crystalline structure, so think of it like many diamonds smashed together. The cut of a white diamond is designed to…' John pauses, trying to explain it in a simplified way. 'Is designed to ensure that all of the 'windows' in the diamond will make the light come out to the best effect. Still real and still a diamond, just not a very attractive one.'

'What? You don't think it looks pretty?' Rose echoes as they start the walk back to their flat once more.

'Not really, if I'm honest. I dunno, looks odd to me.' John replies and Rose links her free arm with his.

'I think it's different, modern. I like it,' Rose decides and John smiles down at her, however Rose merely shrugs. 'My sapphire looks black sometimes.' She reminds him and he shrugs as well.

'Sapphire's different. It's a sapphire, not a black diamond. Just the lighting' He retorts and Rose hits his arm.

'Hey, I like it. Even if you think it's ugly. It's modern.' Rose reminds him and he scoffs.

'I don't even know what that means.' He states annoyed, remembering all the times her mother had used that word when picking out certain pieces of furniture. Rose merely grins at him.

'Yes you do! Progressive. The times, they be a changing!' She states loudly and he starts to laugh at her absurdness.

They huddle themselves as the wind suddenly changes direction and becomes stronger. The walk to get their dinner had seemed like nothing, the walk back to the flat seems to be taking an eternity. She's starving and wants to get warm. With the wind suddenly blowing in a different direction, it's started to drive some of the rain into her face and under her hood. Annoying her.

Her cheeks are red and she doesn't understand how John is keeping himself warm. With only a jacket on, he must be colder than she is. Thankfully, she can see the flat as they round the next street corner. She's never been more relieved to see home. She's sure that they're going to have to make room to sit in the lounge area. In fact she's almost positive that that is where the majority of the boxes had ended up. The task just seems so daunting. All she wants to do right now is go eat and get to bed, she's freezing.

John hurries up the front walk and shoves the key into the lock, pushing the door open and he hears the sounds of boxes scrapping across the floor as he shoves them out of the way. He holds the door as Rose walks past him and he shuts the door. She sighs softly at the warmth of the flat as she throws back her hood and moves the wet ends of her hair off her face.

She turns around in a small circle, trying to decide where to put the food down and finally decides to set it on a box as she removes her jacket. John shakes his out a bit and frowns as he slings it over the boxes by the door. Rose follows suit, ensuring that they don't come to rest on each other. He walks by her, scooping up the bag of food as they make their way to lounge, Rose trailing behind him.

They both stand in the archway of the lounge, staring at the immense amount of boxes piled around them. Only visible is a couch and Rose goes in, pushing some box around to create a makeshift table. She sinks down on the couch and John does the same. They collectively sigh as they get comfortable and survey the work still left to do. John puts his feet up on the stack of boxes and they are quiet for a bit.

The kitchen was more or less put together. The tedious task of organising was left for Rose, since she elected to do most of the cooking, and she didn't mind, enjoying the relaxing attitude that accompanied it. Still, Rose saw that as a major accomplishment.

While she had been doing that, John had been out in the back garden, attempting to set up the rather large shed as an appropriate workshop. Rose was still amazed that they were able to scoop up this amazing flat for the price and what it included.

The smell of something wonderful draws Rose from her thoughts and she blinks, seeing that John has shoved her soup under her nose. She smiles at him, taking the soup in her hands.

'Thanks.'

'You're welcome, you look cold. Smart choice ordering that.' He replies and Rose smiled.

'You could have gotten one, too.' Rose reminds him and John makes a bit of a face at her reminder.

'It doesn't sound appetising.' John replies simply and Rose shrugs as she takes a spoonful.

'Maybe you should try it.'

'Nope.'

Rose sighs and quietly eats her soup, staring ahead as she thinks about what's left to still finish. It's then she remembers the bedroom and if it had been set up or is still in shambles.

'There's a lot to do still.' Rose remarks after awhile and John looks over to her, having thought the same thing.

'Well, the kitchen is somewhat assembled.' He reminds her and she smiles.

'One room of how many?' She wonders rhetorically.

'Enough, that's for sure. But we still have tomorrow off to get as much done as possible before the she wolf demands our presence at Torchwood.' John sighs and as he said that he's already dreading the fact that they're due back at Torchwood so soon.

'She truly can't survive without us, yet treats us garbage, I fail to see how that's supposed to encourage us,' Rose wonders and stands up. 'You want something to drink?'

'She's the golden child of Torchwood, Rose, you mustn't forget that. And yes, please.' John responds and Rose heads to the kitchen.

'Because she reminds us every single time?' Rose calls to him and begins to open the random boxes left when she realises she hasn't unpacked all the china yet. She sighs and searches for something appropriate.

'All the time.' John agrees and leans back into the couch.

'What would happen if she suddenly said we're shipping off to UNIT?' Rose wonders and switches the kettle on. She stares at the china she's had to settling on and begins to laugh to herself, quietly.

'Nothing at first. Then I imagine she'd grow desperate in private and then maybe, just maybe she'd come back to us with an offer?' John wonders and Rose comes back into the lounge carrying a china cream dispenser and a crème brûlée ramekin. He frowns at her when she passes him the cream dispenser.

'What?' Rose wonders innocently as she takes a sip from the ramekin.

'What happened to mugs? Are we too modern for those, now?' John teases and Rose smirks.

'I lost the mugs. I forgot I hadn't unpacked those yet. This was all I could find.' She sighs and sets her ramekin down on the ground.

'Where did the ramekin even come from?' He wonders and Rose glances back to the kitchen.

'I borrowed them for, well making crème brûlée.' Rose replies and he shrugs his shoulders, accepting her response.

'Fair enough.'

Again they fall into silence as they continue to eat their rapidly growing cooling down dinner. Rose eventually checks her watches and blinks tiredly at it, trying to comprehend the time properly. She yawns deeply and sets the ramekin back on the ground, getting comfortable on the couch once more. John looks lazily over to her.

'It's late.' She announces quietly and he yawns.

'How late?'

'Oh, like 03.54.' Rose informs him and closes her eyes.

'Mm…' John sighs and Rose feels herself going more and more tired now that she's slowed herself down and shut her eyes.

'My thoughts exactly.' Rose echoes quietly and feels herself drifting off.

Her last coherent thoughts are of how ready she is to start again. How deserving she was of this new beginning. While a part within her, deep down in the depths of her soul, she remains bitter and twisted. Angry at why she is even here in the first place, even though she's started to carve out her existence here. Caged yes, but she's starting to accept it and build her freedom nonetheless.

They've come so far together in the years they've been here together. Adjusted to one another slowly and rebuilt their relationship. She is so glad she doesn't look at John and see…well, see who she'll always love, anymore. She's gotten past that. However every once and awhile, when the date creeps up on her, marking another year since she's been left here, that twisted bitterness makes an appearance. She wonders if she'll ever truly get over it. And worries what will happen to her if she doesn't.

Still, now is not the time to worry about that. Rose opens her eyes and smiles as she notices he's fallen asleep. She moves herself closer to him, tucking herself into his side and he lazily moves his arm around her. Showing just a hint of consciousness before she's sure he'll be out cold. It may only be seconds. After all, it's clawing at her as well. Seconds after she closes her own eyes, Rose falls asleep, forgetting everything for the few hours they do manage to sleep.


'All right, we're about done here, people. Wrap it up and let's get moving.' The shrill bark of Lea's voice is like nails on a chalkboard to Rose. When Lea spots John and Rose, she immediately heads towards them. She doesn't miss that Rose hits John and he straightens up reluctantly.

'Yes?' Rose wonders when Lea stops in front of them and places her hands on her hips.

'Don't forget, I want those reports on my desk by morning.' Lea reminds them and Rose nods her head.

'Yes, ma'am.' Rose replies automatically and Lea notices that John seems rather detached as he stares off, most likely thinking about something.

'If you're finished here, then I suggest you get moving.' She orders and Rose nods her head sweetly. Lea eyes them for a second more before turning on her heel and heading out of the building, barking order as she goes along.

'That was close.' Rose breathes a sigh of relief.

John smirks and flips the newly reconstructed sonic in his hand, catching it. 'I'd hate to reveal this little secret to her.'

'Keep that close and hidden,' Rose agrees and they begin to head out of the decrepit building. 'How're you feeling?'

'Better, just a cough now.' He lies and pockets the sonic. Rose glances up to him worriedly.

'Maybe you should get it checked.' She offers and he shakes his head.

'No, I'll be fine.' He tries to sound convincing and clears his throat.

As far as she's concerned it's merely a cold and he'll keep her buying into that illusion for as long as he possibly can. A sliver of hope shows itself when he believes that he will get better. However when the blood started coming up, it was then he knew it was borrowed time. He just didn't know how much borrowed time was given to him. And so he tried not to dwell on something that couldn't be changed. He especially tried not to think about Rose and how it would affect her.

'John…look…' Rose tugs his coat sleeve and he blinks, unsure of what she's talking about until she points to it.

On one wall of the crumbling building there is a jagged, white crack that appears to be unseen or unnoticed by the majority of the Torchwood personnel.

'Now that is interesting.' John mutters and takes Rose's hand as he pulls her into the direction of it. They both bend down and study it, Rose holds her hand in front of the crack, careful not to touch it and is amazed by the sheer amount of energy she can feel behind it.

The raw power that is leaking out. But what could have caused this?

'Did we do this?' She wonders, but John shakes his head, running the sonic over the length of the crack.

'Well?' Rose wonders and doesn't like the look John gives her.

'It's a crack…in the skin of the universe…' John breathes and stares at it.

'What…?'

'How can this be?' He wonders, mostly to himself and Rose swallows nervously.

It's then she remembers how fast this universe is running ahead of the one they left behind. How can this be? Is this something that is only affecting them or is all universes once more? They straighten up at the sounds of their names being called and Rose covertly takes out her mobile and snaps a picture of the crack before they are approached by Lea once more.

However, together they only vaguely hear what she is saying to them. Both are too preoccupied with these disturbing thoughts and they exchange looks. Is this a time when they are going to have to pool together everything they have to get a message sent to another universe before these cracks begin to affect that universe as well? How will they go about doing that? What will this mean for them and for this universe?

Will it really be possible to stop this from spreading, or is it already too late? John reaches for Rose's hand and holds it tightly the moment Lea leaves them once more. Rose looks up to him worriedly. There is something else he's not telling her. She can see it. She hopes that it's nothing too serious. He embraces her abruptly and takes her off guard. What's he keeping from her?


It had sounded rather harsh the way the sentence had come out of his mouth. She had merely stared at him defiantly before turning on her heel and striding from his room. He hadn't meant it the way it sounded or the way it came out. She didn't appreciate it, but made no comment instead choosing to let it go and retreat somewhere else. Now he's having problems finding her. He thought about it a lot since she left, her and Clara, the girl he had met again. The two of them occupied his thoughts constantly.

The need to find out who this Clara was, how they had met for a second time and her purpose. Her secret. Who is she? The task in itself seems so daunting, where does one start to look for a mysteriously impossible girl? He rubs his face with his hands. He needs quiet to think of that calmly and with a clear head. However before that…another problem needs to be handled.

Rose. Where is she hiding? She's not in her room. Or anywhere else she used to frequent when she here before. The only place left is the console room. Then he remembers she used to frequent that room as much if not more than the others and that was because he used to be in there all the time. Maybe she's using those thoughts as a source of comfort.

Rose…he thinks about her a lot now as well. She's given him a peek into her life, but there is still so much he doesn't know about her yet. From what he gathers from her stories, angry and betrayed seemed to be an understatement as to what she compared her feelings to when he left her in Norway. She hasn't revealed what happened after that, though. She worked for Torchwood, however she wasn't alone. And then it all of a sudden jumped to when she found the cracks in the universe, how she had to get a message to him. To warn him about it since their universe ran ahead. But from the sound of it, it was almost like she did it alone. Well she must have, she's here alone. And they way she talked about the metacrisis, he knew that he had died. But how? And under what circumstances? He has a feeling that will not be told to him until she is comfortable.

When they met in Mercy, she stated very firmly and without hesitation that she was still grieving him. Rightly so. So what exactly had happened between the two? Rose had been right. She truly is not the same girl he left behind in another universe. Strangely she isn't but she is as well. She's matured, yes, it's evident. Still incredibly brilliant but just as sweet, caring and loving as she had been before. She's just gained a new set of skills, clearly, and perhaps a new outlook on life. She can switch from her normal demeanour to this gritty soldier in seconds flat. How can she manage that? Doesn't it get tiring the more she does that?

She's jaded, like he is, now and he hopes that doesn't last forever. But being alone does that. And she had been alone for who knows how long after the metacrisis and when she reappeared in this universe again. Even though it had only been a few years since he lost her, it had been eight years in her universe, that time could change a person. Look how closed off she was when they had reunited, however while she remains guarded in some respects, she's opened up in others.

There are still awkward moments between them, but he's glad that she's felt comfortable enough to start staying in his room once more. Of course that had been because of how worried she was when he lost Amy and Rory. Perhaps she was merely looking out for him and when she was satisfied he could handle himself again, she'd leave. It's too early to tell if that's what she's thinking, though, for now she's staying in his room again. It gives him hope that they can rekindle the love between them again.

The closer he gets to the console room the more he can hear the muffled sound of music as it were to sound coming from headphones. Well at least he's found her.

When he stops on the stairs, halfway down, he smiles as he watches her. She's lying on her back, with her feet resting on the console chair. She has her sweater bunched up under her head as she stares off into the ceiling. He can see her moving her head to whatever she's listening to and then close her eyes, crossing her ankles.

Perhaps now is the time to honour his promise to her. She had been patient enough; she was there for him when he needed her, absolutely without question. Now he had to be honest to her. So there were no more secrets like that one between them any longer. Maybe it would even encourage her to open up as well.

He sits with his back on the floor, putting his feet up on the chair, copying her as he stares at the ceiling, wondering what she's thinking about. She still has her eyes closed and has started humming along. She opens her eyes and blinks, noticing that another set of feet have joined her. She smiles as turns to him, bringing herself out of her song and pushing her headphones off.

'Well, hello there.' She says softly and he smiles at her.

'Hey.'

'What are you doing here?' She wonders and he reaches beside her, putting on her headphones.

'I dunno, I wanted to see you? What are you listening to?' He wonders and Rose hits the play button. 'Kashmir?'

'Yeah, I've been obsessed with Zeppelin recently.' Rose admits and he becomes lost in the song.

'Oh, this takes me back.' He replies and Rose sits up slightly, staring at him confused.

'What do you mean? Were you at the recording studio with them?' She teases and he shakes his head.

'No, I was there when Robert Plant was writing it.' He replies and Rose stares at him.

'Get off.'

'Seriously. It was in 1973 and he was having problems thinking of a beginning portion for the song in between shows in Southern Morocco. So, I uh, helped him? Cause I was following their concerts for a bit.'

'No way.' Rose takes the headphones back and replays the beginning portion. She blinks and turns back to him. How could she have missed that? 'And how, pray tell, did they not suspect you were not from Earth, Time Lord?'

'Well…it was the 70s, you know? And what are most rockers notorious for…? Well back then, anyway.'

'Ah. Well that does explain a lot. You are sneaky.' Rose beams as she takes off the headphones and places them beside her.

'I can be,' He agrees and they are quiet for some time before he decides that it's now or never if he wants to talk to her about the relationship between him and River. 'So…I wanted to talk to you.'

Rose turns to him and frowns. 'About what?'

'About something I promised I would explain to before I got distracted.'

Rose continues to eye him, unsure of what he means. 'Okay…' Her response comes out apprehensive and he can tell that she may have actually forgotten, even if she has, he decides to press on anyway.'

'About me and River…?'

He watches her face drain of emotion and directs her gaze to the ceiling. So she is still a tad touchy about that subject.

'Do go on…'

'So our first meeting of her…'

'In the Library.' Rose cuts him off.

'Yeah the Library was the first time we had met her, and obviously the last time.'

'So I was right in assuming that her meetings with you are out of synch.' Rose wonders and he nods. She seems surprisingly calm. Of course, that may not always be a good thing.

'Yeah, that's right.'

'And she killed you?' Rose wonders, immensely angry at that thought. And that fact that he continued to fraternise with her perplexed her.

'Well, yes, multiple times. I'll get to that.' He responds and Rose folds her arms across her chest, still staring at the ceiling and she shifts a bit, getting more comfortable.

'She helped me close the cracks of the universe,' He decides to start there, as he wonders how exactly to explain things coherently. 'The cracks where caused by the TARDIS exploding,' He watches Rose widens her eyes and look around. 'The TARDIS exploded with River still inside and I pulled her out with her Vortex Manipulator. The explosion, Rose, caused every star in the whole of the universe to be destroyed, except for Earth.'

'That's why, at the Shadow Proclamation. I didn't understand…' Rose replies quietly and he frowns at her. He mustn't get distracted. 'How did you fix it? Did the TARDIS prevent it? That light that only Earth seemed to have…was that the TARIDS?'

'Yeah, she put herself into a time loop the moment of her own destruction to save River.'

'I see. And the cracks?'

'Well, to backtrack a bit, I exploited the time loop so I could escape the Pandorica…'

'I thought that was a fairytale?' Rose interrupts and turns her attention back to him, frowning.

'So did I. It wasn't and I got kinda stuck in there. That's why I used the time loop. And then I used the remaining atoms of the original universe, still in the Pandorica, to restore the universe to normal.'

'So…like cloning a body from a single cell?' Rose wonders and he nods. 'And that closed the cracks. Well, now I can see why I couldn't seem to find you.'

'Bad reception in that box.' He agrees.

'What caused the TARDIS to explode in the first place?' Rose inquires and the Doctor stares at the ceiling.

'That's what I went to find out.'

'And it led to your death?' Rose surmises and the Doctor nods. 'Why didn't this change?' She pokes his cheek and he smiles.

'I'll tell you why. Firstly, do you know who River Song is?'

'She's a professor of archaeology. At least, that's what she told me. I've gathered a companion of yours, suspiciously intimate at that, and a time traveller.'

'Her real name is Melody Pond.' The Doctor turns to look at Rose who is staring at him perplexed and then widens her eyes.

'Their daughter?'

'Right. She has Time Lord DNA.'

'As if your life isn't complicated enough.' Rose muses.

'I have one woman in my life that absorbs the Time Vortex and another with the abilities of a Time Lord. That seems normal according to my life.' He muses and Rose smiles, despite the jealousy within her.

'So…what happened next?'

'Amy was kidnapped by the Silence.'

'That damned religious order. For god sakes I thought we put an end to that.' Rose mutters angrily and he stares at her.

'How did you…?'

'I had access to one of the largest information banks at the Shadow Proclamation.' Rose admits and he blinks at her.

'You'd better tell me about that.'

'When you finish, I will.' Rose promises and he can see him mulling over her answer. Again the mysterious nature of Rose reveals itself and he is drawn in every time.

'Very well,' He takes her hand in his, unsure of why. She doesn't pull away. 'I asked for help, getting Amy and River back. While I did…Madame Kovarian, she orchestrated the kidnapping, had already taken River and planned to use her as a weapon. It was then that Amy, Rory and I discovered that Melody Pond was really River Song.

'From what I understand, Melody, that was her name still, was trained to be an assassin. The Silence sent her back in time to be a childhood friend of Amy and Rory. She then forced me to take us all to the past, we met Hitler, by the way,' He pauses when Rose blinks, caught off guard by that. 'Anyway, little scuffle erupted and Melody ended up shot, where she regenerated into the woman we know as River now. And then she poisoned me…used poison from the Judas Tree.'

'That would suspend your ability to regenerate, oh my god…' Rose realises the impact of her words as she speaks them and instantly grows angry again. She calms herself by remember River's back-story. The Doctor doesn't miss Rose's cheeks flushing from the anger she experienced, but her face remains calm.

'But…she was convinced, by Amy and Rory and the Teselecta, to break her conditioning and she actually used her remaining regeneration energy to save my life. You know…before that…I thought of you…and Donna and Martha. I thought I messed your lives up. And I wanted you to know how sorry I was. I felt so, so incredibly guilty.'

Rose watches him staring at the ceiling and she places a kiss on his cheek. 'Despite what you might think, you know you don't do that. I don't know why you think you do. But it's nice to know you thought of me.'

'I thought about you all time when you weren't here.' He admits and kisses Rose's hand.

'I appreciate that…' Rose whispers and then inhales deeply. 'So…what happened to River? Was she okay?'

'Of course. It rendered her unconscious and I took her far into the future, to protect her and keep her safe from the Silence. It's there that she decided to become an archaeology student to track me down. But she was soon recaptured by the Silence and put into a spacesuit and dropped in the bottom of Lake Silencio in Utah to wait for my inevitable arrival.'

'What's so special about Utah?' Rose wonders

'A future version of me contacted Amy, River and Rory. Future me brought them there and they watched me die at the hands of someone in a spacesuit. Shot me once and then again in the middle of my regeneration. Of course the future me also decided to get a hold of past me and we all met again. They were stunned to find out that I was alive and younger than the one they had just watched die. They tried to keep that a secret from me, but I found out, eventually, that my death was a fixed point.'

'No…' She breathes.

'Rose! You know how the story ends! I'm right here.' He attempts to cheer her up

'I'd have been distraught if I had to watch that. I'm glad I didn't find you then.' Rose admits and feels her stomach twisting itself into a knot at the very thought.

He can see the dark thoughts as they pass across her eyes and he puts his arm around her shoulders. 'If I had known you were here…I don't know if I would have had you come, if I'm honest…' He pauses and then realises how that might have come across. 'I mean…not that I wouldn't have wanted you there, it's just I mean…'

Rose silences him by placing her finger on his lips. 'I never want to see that. Because you know I would have turned the world upside down looking for answers and not caring who got in the way…Watching you regenerate is hard enough for me…' She admits and places her hand on his cheek.

'I know you would have. You're quite dangerous when you're hyper focused.' He informs her and Rose can only nod at his assessment.

'Guilty.'

'I know you're hiding more about you…'

'I am.'

'You'll tell me?'

'Yes. I will, I promise.' Rose swears and she arches her back slightly, growing stiff from lying on the floor for so long.

'I guess I'll continue…' The Doctor replies, wondering how much more she's hiding about herself and what exactly it could be.

'You'd better. You can't just leave loose ends.'

'I do that all the time. I don't like endings.' He counters and Rose turns to lie on her side.

'Not when it involves your death.' Rose replies firmly and he smiles at her, enjoying the look of anger and suspense in her eyes.

'Fine…' He sighs for dramatic effect and Rose smirks. 'So…once I discovered that I was going to die, nothing I could do, you can't alter fixed points in time, I left Amy and Rory on Earth for their own safety and…travelled.'

'Alone?' Rose wonders and hopes with everything that he'll say no. She never wants him to be alone.

'Yes. For two hundred years.'

'Avoiding the inevitable?' Rose surmises and he nods.

'Yeah, but you can only run for so long.'

'Yeah, that's true.' She agrees, not knowing how deeply his words are to her. He reaches over to her and kisses her hand. This moment between them had been coming for so long. He had been nervous as to how she would react when she found out about River. He still hasn't gotten to the part that started the whole story telling, and he hopes that she won't react angrily.

'After that, I guess I was ready to accept it. So I went there and River was waiting for me, but she was once again able to break her condition and harmlessly discharged the weapon, breaking the fixed point. That wasn't without repercussions as it caused time to stall, all of history happening at once.'

'It's certainly go big or go home for you, isn't it?' Rose muses and he nods his head. 'How did you manage to fix it?'

'Well, and this is where the story kinda gets complicated, so don't get mad…' He pauses when he notices that Rose has tossed him an unimpressed look. 'In order to restore time, I offered to, well, to marry River. So, so that our contact would be used to reset time.'

'I see…' Rose manages to get out in a very calm manner, it actually sets the Doctor on edge and while she appears to be sedate, he knows there are deeper emotions running wild within her.

'She shot me this time, and killed me. But…I actually used the Teselecta to fake my own death and used the pretence of marriage to show River that. And then I kind of disappeared for a bit. I became a bit too important for the universe.'

'And she obviously went to prison for that crime.' She surmises and the Doctor nods his head.

'Yes.'

Rose is quiet for some time, taking in all the information he's bestowed on her, pairing it together with her own interactions with River. She's almost silent for too long and the Doctor is about to ask if she is all right but she startles him with another question. A personal one.

'Did you actually marry her?' She wonders, and hopes with everything in her that he tells her he hasn't. She's unsure if she could continue to travel with him if he was. She's too many feelings for him and will not be reduced to a secondary consolation prize. She has too high of standards to be treated like that.

'No. I didn't. It was all a ploy.'

'Why does she refer to you as her husband, then?' Rose questions and is unable to keep the heat from creeping into her cheeks again. However this time she is unsure if it's actually the anger or jealousy.

'I honestly don't know. I made all the rituals up…I still don't get it, to this day.'

'Why not correct her?' Rose replies and he ponders that question for a moment.

'I don't know, I guess I just let her continue the illusion.' He answers honestly and Rose exhales very slowly.

'What is she to you? Honestly? Do you love her?'

He had been anticipating this question since he first started telling his story. Surprisingly, Rose doesn't ask her question with any indignation in her voice, just a curiosity. He has a feeling that what he tells her will cause her thought process to change. If he were to have to said that they had actually married, he knew she'd be gone. Gone and wouldn't come back.

However, how would she react when he honestly told her why he continued to see River? He isn't sure, but he has to be straightforward with her. She deserved that. And he watches as she shifts slightly. He hasn't moved from his spot on the floor, staring up at the ceiling, trying to form the correct words.

'When you were gone…even though it was a short amount of time here, it seemed like forever to me. I wanted you, Rose, and nothing else. I craved the closeness you and I had,' He pauses and turns to her. Rose is watching him carefully; her expression is one of compassion. 'I just wanted to feel close to someone again. Maybe that's why I tended to gravitate towards River. I couldn't give her what she really wanted from me because I had nothing to give her. It was gone the moment I left you there. And honestly I didn't want to. She just had things I liked about her, all my companions do, but she just wasn't you.'

'I'm so sorry to have put you through all that…'

'What? No, no, you don't have to apologise, everything I've felt, I brought on myself.'

'I honestly believed that you would have gotten over me so quickly. I'm sorry for thinking like that.' Rose admits and moves herself closer to him.

'I couldn't. I didn't want to. I couldn't grieve your loss in my life properly, things happened too fast. It was only in private…I couldn't talk about you to anyone. It hurt too much to do that. So I guess that's why I tried to bond with someone again, River was just in the right place at the right time, however backwards our meetings were. I wasn't to replace you; you know you're irreplaceable to me; it was to distract me, perhaps. I don't know, I'm still trying to understand it myself,' He stops briefly, trying to form his next words carefully. Rose watches him with a heavy heart. 'And maybe, subconsciously, I did things with River as an attempt to show off, and as an apology for not being able to give her what she wanted from me, simply because I didn't want to.

'So, do I love her? Yes, I guess. But it's not in the way I love you, Rose. It's so much more different with you, with us. I've been through a lot with River, but it doesn't compare, in my eyes, to what I've been through with you. What you've done for me, trumps anything and everything.'

Rose blinks; so stunned that's what he's truly felt since he so rarely talks about his life to her. Usually preferring to keep everything bottled up and only telling her what he needs to in order to satisfy her. His candid answer catches her off guard as well. It's when he confesses that what she had done for him makes him truly love her, makes him fight for her, it causes the tears to begin to form. It suddenly seemed like her petty jealousy had been misdirected. Even unwarranted.

She doesn't want to make excuses any more. If they should meet River again, she makes a promise to herself that River's actions will not cause her to become jealous. There isn't a need for it.

He's so preoccupied with his thoughts that he doesn't feel Rose climb on top of him until she forces his gaze to be broken with the ceiling. He blinks and stares at her, reaching up his hand to catch a tear that has started to fall. She blinks rapidly to disperse them and smiles warmly.

'I hate it when you make me feel like this.' Rose laughs softly.

'Like what?'

'Stupid for feeling jealous.'

'It wasn't my intention. I just…wanted to tell you. Because you asked and deserved to know. I don't want things thrown at me again, if we ever meet River again.' He recalls and Rose closes her eyes.

'Yeah…sorry about that,' Rose sighs outwardly and brings her face closer to his. 'I have a jealousy streak,' She kisses him deeply. 'As you do, I recall.' She says as she pulls away.

He doesn't answer her but instead offers a sly smile, pulling her down for another kiss, eventually Rose has to stop, needing air and she stares at him with a slightly bemused look as she climbs off of him and stands. She offers her hand to him and he takes a hold of it firmly. She pulls him up and he immediately wraps his arms around her, drawing her close.

He catches her by surprise and she inhales sharply before he presses his mouth to hers again. She can tell he's getting impatient, wanting more from her. What's keeping her away? Is it the same feelings she experienced in the beginning before she decided it was okay to love John too? It's been long enough; she loves him so dearly still, just as she loves the Doctor as well. She would be doing no harm to him; John knew she still loved the Doctor all the times they were together, no matter how vehemently she denied she did.

She can never forget John; maybe that's why she's hesitating. Scared that if she takes this step with the Doctor, she'd forget him. How impossible that would be. She couldn't. She just has to keep reminding herself of that. He wouldn't have believed that she found the Doctor again, perhaps it was better that he was no longer with her. She'd be torn between the two of them, not wanting to have chosen and unsure, even now, who she would have gone with.

Feeling the need to breathe, Rose pulls away and inhales deeply. She stares at him with a shocked expression and he smiles at her. She loves it when he smiles, it's beautiful, like his entire thought process is focused on her. He's not distracted by anything; he's entirely with her.

She's quickly trying to resolve the inner battle going on within her heart. What should she do? If she takes this step, it's saying that she does entirely forgive him. But what if she does and regrets it? Awkwardness would ensue, like it had with John. If she doesn't…would she ever? Loyalty. Again, like before, the word is played in her head. But to whom does she owe her loyalty? To both of them. However…maybe it's time that she let John rest, peacefully. She'll keep his memory safe within her because she never will forget him. It's time she allows herself to be happy once more. And it's been so long since she has felt happy. Or even allowed herself to think of that concept. Because she believed she wasn't worth the emotion, not after the heartache and constant bitterness she experienced over her life.

And with that…she believes she's made her choice, the right one, now. It's then the memories come to the forefront of her mind, all the ways she drove him mad and all the times he had made her scream. She missed that. And she deserved it if he was offering it to her again. She deserved to be happy.

The Doctor presses his forehead to hers, keeping her close and smiling at her. Rose bites her lip, still a little unsure, but decides that it's right. She jumps up and wraps her legs around him, kissing him deeply. Caught off guard, he stumbles into the console. He attempts to keep up with Rose, but she seems to be on another level. She is leading him now and he's just trying to keep up with her.


It only seemed to add more thoughts, not take away. It's too noisy everywhere, even though the TARDIS only houses the two of them, the implications of what they had just done haunt him now. She's all he can think of. He can't focus on Clara, who she is, how he's come to run into her twice, how she died twice and where he might find her; it's only of Rose.

He watches her, back to lying on the ground, feet up on the console chair, humming along to a song he had never heard, once in a while he'll catch her singing along. Her cheeks are still flushed, still a sheen to her skin, she's missing a sock on her left foot and he catches sight of it close to the console. She hasn't spotted him yet, how could she?

Maybe that's why she starts to sing. He's never seen her so utterly content before. His old Rose is making an appearance, and he likes seeing that because for that moment, she's forgotten her troubles, the weight of the world, her life and everything else she's buried deep within her have evaporated. And well…she sings beautifully.

'Now so much I know that things just don't grow, if you don't blessed them with your patience. And I've been there before, I held up the door, for every stranger with a promise. But I'm holding back, that's the strength that I lack. Every morning keeps returning at my window, and it brings me to you and I won't just pass through. But I'm not asking for a storm,' She pauses and he frowns. 'I know you're there. Are you spying on me?'

'No. Well, yes I guess. It does look like it, doesn't it?' He admits and walks down the stairs, Rose doesn't move except to turn her head and smiles at him.

'It does. How long have you been standing there?' She wonders bemused. He sits on the console chair and shrugs. Rose still remains on the floor, staring over to him.

'Not long but long enough.'

'Mm, I see. Caught me, huh?' Rose questions, meaning her singing.

'I don't mind it.' He replies and watches her sit up and draw her legs together. She studies him a bit, tilting her head.

'Where did you disappear to?' She wonders innocently and he sighs a bit.

'I just have a lot…on my mind now.' He admits and Rose frowns. She hopes that he doesn't regret anything. She doesn't get that sense from him, but now she's unsure.

'Such as…?'

'You…a lot of you is in there. And…Clara. I want to know who she is, how I met her, again, completely independent from Oswin. It's too noisy in there, in here,' He points to his head. 'I just went to find…quiet.'

Rose pushes her headphones around her neck and gets to her feet. She sits beside him and inhales deeply. She doesn't like the idea she's about to suggest to him but she can see how much this truly bothers him and his desire to unravel the mystery. After all, she promised him that she would do anything and everything to help him.

'Maybe…and hear me out, maybe it's time you just isolate yourself again. I mean, go somewhere that will have the quiet you need.'

The Doctor is quiet as he ponders Rose's words and then he smiles. 'Actually…that's a good idea, and I know a place. They owe me a favour…' He stands and Rose blinks.

'Where are you going now?' She wonders and he climbs the stairs, turning around to her.

'To get a few things.'

'Mm, okay. Then tell me where we're going.' Rose replies as she places her headphones back on. He rubs the back of his head.

'Okay…but I'm going to need a favour…again…'

'Ooh, okay…' Rose smiles at him, unsure of what he could possibly mean. He smiles widely at her and disappears into the halls. Rose switches her music back on. 'And yes I might have lied to you, you wouldn't benefit from knowing of the truth. I was frightened but I held fast, I need you now at long last…'

He smiles as her voice floats down the halls with him until he gets too far into the twisting corridors that her voice simply disappears. Trouble is…as much as he wishes to focus solely on Clara…what happened between him and Rose mere hours ago is still on the forefront of his mind. There's just so much going on…hopefully this will help him. At least help him focus. That's all he wants.


'Right…and you're here…why?' The monk at the door questions with apprehension in his voice. He is keeping the heavy wooden door shut and has open the small wrought iron window placed in the door.

He watches as the man glances down to a woman that doesn't look impressed she is with him and has her arms folded. He turns back up to the monk staring at them with a silent curiosity.

'We're seeking sanctuary, this is my wife, uh, Belle,' The Doctor decides, noticing her dress he had forced her to wear resembles the girl's in the movie. 'Is the Abbot around? I know him.'

'Yes. I will fetch him for you.' The monk agrees and he shuts the little window. Rose turns to him and places her hands on her hips.

'Belle? Really?' She wonders and the Doctor shrugs.

'It was the best I could do. And…that dress does kinda look like the one from that cartoon movie.'

'Is it because it's blue and white? We're in the 13th Century…' Rose replies with at bit of a frown. 'And my poor little French village was pillaged?'

'Yes, good, you remembered.' He answers and Rose sighs, pressing her hand to her head.

'Just because I can speak French…I can't do an appropriate accent…' She protests but the Doctor puts his arm around her shoulders.

'Sure you can.' He responds encouragingly. Rose eyes him suspiciously and their attention is diverted when they begin to hear the footsteps approaching the door once more.

'So, why does this Abbot owe you a favour, anyway?'

'Knights Templar were…harassing the church and I diverted them away.'

Rose doesn't answer him however she does give him a flirty smile as the heavy wooden doors are pulled back to reveal an older man in a monk's habit. He smiles widely and embraces the Doctor.

'Doctor! How wonderful to see you again,' He pauses and then studies the barren landscape beyond Rose and the Doctor. 'Why are you here? Is it the Templars again?'

'What? No, no,' The Doctor insists and Rose can see the Abbot's shoulders visibly relax. 'I just need your help.'

'My help?' He repeats and glances at Rose. She smiles and waves. 'Hello, my dear.'

'Oh, sorry, this is Rose but for right now, she's going by Belle.' The Doctor explains and the Abbott frowns.

'It's nice to meet you,' Rose holds her hand out and the Abbot takes it. 'Oh wait, should I have pretended to be French?' Rose turns to the Doctor and he smiles.

'No, it's okay. Not right now.'

'It sounds like you have some explaining to do, Doctor,' The Abbot surmises and takes Rose's hand. 'Wonderful to meet you, Belle-Rose, my name is Father Edward and I am the Abbot of Ramsey Abbey,' Edward puts his hands into the sleeves of his habit. 'Now, shall we take a walk, and you can explain to me your newest troubles.'


'How very interesting. And you're certain that she is the same woman?' Edward wonders and the Doctor is quiet as they continue down the path that loops the exterior of the abbey.

'Well that's what we want to find out.' Rose replies and the Doctor nods his head. He abruptly takes a right turn and leads them off the trail towards a set of caves that they had left the TARDIS in, Rose blinks and wonders why he's leading them there.

'She is and she isn't.' The Doctor replies and Edward frowns, trying to understand his meaning.

He hesitates for a moment then they reach the mouth of the cave, but when he witnesses Rose and the Doctor heading in, he begins to follow them once more. Edward notices a light that seems to be beckoning them forward.

'How do you mean, Doctor?'

'I mean I met her once and she died. Rose and I met her again and she dies again. She is the same but different. She didn't remember that we had met once before. Her existence can't be possible.'

'Well, Doctor, I hate to point out the obvious, but she clearly can.' Edward reminds him and stops when they reach the TARDIS. He smiles fondly at the blue box.

'I know that.' The Doctor responds curtly and Rose elbows him.

'So, what did you want with Ramsey Abby?' Edward attempts to move the conversation forward.

'We need a room for a bit.' The Doctor replies and Edward frowns.

'Why not stay in St. John's box?' He wonders and the Doctor shakes his head. Rose's eyes dart between the Doctor and Edward. How could he possibly know about the TARDIS? It must have had something to do with their previous meeting.

'It's too noisy.' He admits and Edward frowns. He runs his hand over the TARDIS door and glances at Rose.

'I can arrange that,' Edward agrees and the Doctor takes a look at the TARDIS. 'You needn't worry; St. John's box will be safe with us. I will have Brother Andrew check on it each morning. It will leave more time for you to…figure out the mystery of this young lady.'

'Thank you, Father.' Rose smiles and the Doctor has already heading out of the cave and Rose and Edward begin to follow him.

'I thought Andrew wanted to leave after what happened with the Templars?' The Doctor wonders and turns back to Edward. Edward merely smiles.

'A friend convinced him that I might need some help.' Edward replies with a bit of amusement in his voice. The Doctor grins and Rose finds herself doing so as well, even if she doesn't understand the circumstances for which they met, it seems that they have shared a little secret between the two.

They head out of the cave and back towards the Abbey just as the sun dips behind the lavender fields off in the distance.


Rose balances the basket of lavender she's collected in fields and placed in with the paint she's bringing. She shifts it from one hip to another as she walks down the stony staircase, careful to ensure she doesn't slip. There had been an enormous amount of rainfall the past two days. The water had managed to find its way into the creases of the stone walls, dripping onto the stairs and making them slick. Since the stairs twist downwards, she's focusing on her feet, ensuring she doesn't hit a slick spot in the stairs. Thankfully, the sun was out today; hopefully it will start to dry the exterior walls.

When she does manage to make it to the bottom, she takes the torch that is in the holder next to the wooden door and presses the basket against the door with her hip as she fiddles with the door handle, finally managing to unlatch it as she pushes it open.

She walks in and heads to the only table in the room. She catches sight of the man in the monk's attire and she rolls her eyes as she sets the woven basket down on the table. She walks to the side of the room and places the torch in the holder in the wall.

The man is facing the farthest wall and when he doesn't acknowledge her, Rose stands behind him and pulls back the hood on the garment. The Doctor turns over his shoulder and looks up to her.

'Oh, hi. Didn't hear you come in.' He replies and Rose folds her arms.

'You're starting to get a reputation among the other monks.' Rose replies and she moves in front of him.

'Really?'

'Yes, just like I'm being taught English by one determined monk,' Rose sighs and rolls her eyes. 'Belle's getting angry. She's ready to leave.'

'She's going to have to be patient,' The Doctor replies and stands, Rose steps out of his way. 'Did you get what I needed?' He wonders as he heads to the basket.

'Yup, I think that's everything. Your workshop in the TARDIS is a mess, how do you find anything in there?'

'I know where everything is in there, down to the last nail on the floor underneath the left shelf,' The Doctor retorts and Rose folds her arms, tossing him an unimpressed look. He picks up the lavender and frowns. 'What's this for?'

'I'm gonna attempt to dry it,' Rose replies and gathers up the lavender from the basket, inhaling it. She takes a sprig and smiles at him. 'Are you hungry? They're going to be serving supper soon.'

'No, I'm good, thanks.' The Doctor says as he continues to search through the basket of things Rose has dropped off for him.

'You can't stay cooped up in here forever, you're becoming a hermit.'

'I'm doing things.'

Rose closes her eyes in annoyance and decides not to press the matter further. She merely holds out her arms and he embraces her. 'Fine. I'll see you in a few hours, then.'

'Course you will.' He smiles up at her.

Rose heads for the door and winks at him before shutting it behind her.


Brother Andrew wipes the sweat from his head using the back of his sleeve and straightens up. He shields his eyes from the sun and places the toiling instrument on the ground.

The rain had made the ground slippery and the dirt thick. It was tough to get even this small little patch of land prepared for the harvest, if the ground was not prepped by the end of the week, he runs the risk of not being ready for the fall harvest.

Deciding that he has had enough of the small break, Andrew reaches down to the toiling instrument and as he lifts it up he begins to hear a strange sound. He frowns and turns in the direction of a small cave. He drops the toiling instrument and begins to walk towards the cave where the Abbot said the box of St. John's was being hidden.

Andrew places his hand on the mouth of the cave and really listens to the sound. The Abbot had said that every morning he was to come outside and check on the box and report any unusual activity to him directly. But earlier this morning there was nothing. The box had been silent. Now, though, it seems that an odd sound is emitting from the box, echoing in the cave, reverberating off the walls until it reaches his ear. What does it sound like? Almost as if something was ringing in there. Bells? Are the bells ringing?! They must be.

Andrew takes off, forgetting everything he had been doing and rushes to get back to the Abbey as soon as possible. It's then he wishes he had brought a horse with him, instead of walking down to the patch of land. This would have almost certainly made things much easier. The Abbey still appears as a small dot on the hill. He attempts to quicken his pace.

He cannot let the other monks know about this discovery. Mainly because they do not know who the people are that the Abbey currently houses. All they know is rumours that have spread like wildfire the moment they had glimpsed him and the supposed French woman walking the grounds late at night after evening prayers had ended.

Of course, they had more of an interaction with the supposed French woman than with the mysterious man in the cellar of the Abbey. Only he, the woman and the Abbot knew who that man was. There wasn't a point in involving the others. Of course since they hadn't, that's why there were rumours. That and the fact that they had been at Ramsey Abby for nearly seven weeks would draw the curiosity of anyone to its peak.

He finally manages to reach the main dirt road that will take him directly to the Abbey; he stops briefly and inhales deeply, trying to steady his breathing, before setting off towards the door. As the Abbey comes closer and closer to him he notices that the doors have been shut, whether on purpose or by accident, he isn't sure and as he hastily approaches the door, he already has his fist out, ready to pound on the door.

He does so out of frustration and urgency, however it takes forever for someone to answer it. He looks behind him and pushes his cowl back in frustration, and inhales sharply. He's very nearly breathless. He turns back to the door. Who was supposed to be managing it anyway?

Finally the little window in the door opens and another monk looks at him with a suspicious glare.

'Let me in! You must find the Abbot, it's imperative you do with absolute haste!' Andrew exclaims and the little window shuts. Seconds pass before the heavy door is prodded open and Andrew rushes inside. The monk who has answered the door stares at him confused.

'What's the matter, Brother Andrew?'

'There isn't time to explain. You must find the Abbot and give him this message; the bells of St. John are ringing. He will know what it means. Where is Belle?'

'By the rose bushes, Brother.' He points in the direction of the south of the Abbey.

'Thank you, now, find the Abbot. Give him that message.' Andrew instructs and the other man nods, turning and heading towards the main portion of the Abbey.

Andrew rushes to the south of the Abbey and when he rounds the corner, sure enough against the back wall that surrounds the Abbey, she is clipping the blooming roses and putting them into a basket close to her feet.

He stops just behind her, panting and she turns around, frowning. 'Andrew? Is everything okay?' She questions in her accent that she's been forced to use since she's been here, just in case they may not be alone.

'It's the box, Lady Rose, the box of St. John is ringing.' He replies breathlessly and she widens her eyes, dropping the clippers into the basket.

'Have you informed the Abbot?' She wonders, her fake accent slipping and her English one comes to the forefront. 'What about…'

Andrew cuts her off. 'Yes, Lady Rose. I have sent someone to inform the Abbot. We should meet him by the stairs.'

'Of course, let's go.'


Rose and Andrew meet up with Edward and the other, younger monk that Andrew sent to fetch him. They catch each other's gazes just as they reach the stone set of stairs that will lead them to the cellars of the Abbey. No words are exchanged between them as Rose leads the way down the stairs, grabbing the first torch she can see on the wall.

When they reach the bottom, they begin to walk down the hallway to the door sitting on them. The monk who is new to this little farce, directs his gaze from the door to the other three people still walking towards it. They don't seem to be fazed by who exactly lies beyond the door.

Of course, he had heard the rumours that there was a man down there, in that room, other times, it was a monk. Of course a monk is still a man. He taps the Abbot on the shoulder and he turns back to the timid looking monk before him.

'I've heard rumours, they call him the Mad Monk, don't they?' He wonders and Rose turns back to the monk before grinning at Edward.

Edward returns her smile and glances back at the younger monk. 'They shouldn't. He's definitely not a monk.'

Rose laughs as she opens the door and strides in. The younger monk steps inside the room and spots a man in the outfit of a monk sitting in a chair facing a table. He watches as the lady, Belle, walks towards him and puts her arm around his shoulders. She leans in and whispers something. She pulls away and straightens up; he follows her movements, though the hood obscures his face.

'What she says is true,' Edward responds. 'The bells of St. John are ringing.'

The man gets to his feet and Rose takes a sleeve in her hand, motioning it to him. He looks down and throws back his hood, staring at it and then glancing back to Edward and two other monks, one he recognises to be Andrew. Rose glances back to the painting on an easel, she smiles a bit.

'I'm going to need a horse!' He declares and turns to Rose. 'Make that two!'

Rose watches him as he walks into the adjacent room and Edward finally has a chance to look at the painting, he studies it greatly. It is of a young woman with brown hair dressed in a rather posh manner, with a dress sense that he has not seen before. He notices the words scrawled across the bottom. Run you clever boy, and remember. When he is finished, he turns to Rose.

'Is that her?' Edward wonders and Rose nods.

'That's her.' She responds and the Doctor's voice is heard from the other room.

'The woman twice dead, and her final message.' He calls to them before he re-emerges from the side room.

Edward turns back to the younger monk with a bit of a smile on his face. 'He has come to us, to find a place of peace and solitude so that he might divine her meaning. If he truly is mad, then this is madness.'

Rose smiles slightly and locks eyes with the Doctor, he's watching her and she flashes him a bit of a crooked smile.

'Well, then, gentlemen, shall we get a move on?' She wonders and walks towards the door.


Clara smiles at Artie, as she stops pacing the kitchen, waiting for the person on the other end of the phone line to pick up. She notices the book he's holding as he gets ready to leave with his father. As he walks by her, she takes it out of his hands and glances at back before she turns it over to the front. She smiles at the memory of this book and recalls it had been an amazing read. She hands it back to Artie. The author, Amelia Williams, had captured every emotion wonderfully.

'What chapter you on?' She wonders and Artie glances down quickly to the book.

'Ten.' He replies and Clara smiles.

'Eleven's the best. You'll cry your eyes out.' Clara tells him and he grins.

'Artie!' The sound of his father's voice floats back into the house and Artie takes off to join his father outside.

Clara resumes her pacing and has begun to grow impatient. She takes the phone away from her ear to stare at it before placing against her ear again.

'Oh, come on, just answer, just pick it up, pick it up, pick it up.' She mutters annoyed and strides from the kitchen, climbing the stairs to her room.

She spins around the post in her loft before she sits at her desk and glances tentatively at her open netbook. She taps a few keys before she moves the cursor to the Wi-Fi icon. The list opens up and reveals the familiar connection. Maitland Family. She frowns slightly when she notices that the list shows symbols as well. She doesn't know what they mean.


Riding side-saddle was something that Rose hadn't done often. Coupled with the fact that her unruly horse demanded to ride in the front of the pack, she struggled to get the horse under control. When she passes the Doctor for a second time on her horse, he grins at her and she tosses him an unimpressed look.

She is the first to reach the outskirts of the land where the Abbey is located and hastily dismounts her horse as she waits for the others. When they arrive, the Doctor dismounts his own horse and approaches Rose.

'That horse…was crazy.' She whispers to him as Andrew joins them, the younger monk has also accompanied them but was charged with watching over the horses.

The Doctor doesn't answer Rose, but glances back to her spotted horse and grins. Andrew pulls an unlit torch from a pack on one of the horses and together the three of them head back into the cave where the TARDIS is housed. As Andrew leads the way, the light from the TARDIS beckoning them forward, Rose frowns. The TARDIS shouldn't be ringing. When they stop in front of it, the Doctor turns to Rose, concerned.

'That is not supposed to happen,' He states and runs up to the TARDIS, opening the panel with the phone. 'Hello?'

'Ah, hello, I can't find the internet.' The female voice on the other end states firmly.

'I'm sorry?' The Doctor wonders and Rose goes to stand beside him, hoping to catch some of the conversation he's having with whoever called him. Who did call him?

'It's gone, the Internet. Can't find it anywhere. Where is it?' The voice wonders, a touch of demand in her voice.

'The Internet?' The Doctor echoes. Rose frowns at him and wonders why someone would be calling him of a technical thing such as losing a Wi-Fi connection. She places her hands on her hips and wonder how exactly someone got this number. Did they mix the digits up?

'Yes, the Internet. Why don't I have the Internet?' She wonders over the phone and there is a bit of a sigh in her voice.

The Doctor covers the mouthpiece as he walks away from the TARDIS, staring at Rose.

'What's going on?' She wonders.

'Someone's calling for the Internet.' He answers and Rose feels her jaw drop. Andrew stares at them rather confused.

'Like they think they've rang a service line?' She states and he nods, uncovering the mouthpiece and walks towards the TARDIS again.

'It's 1207.' He states into the phone, in disbelief.

'I've got half past 3.00. Am I phoning a different time zone?' The voice questions innocently and the Doctor smiles a bit.

'Yeah, you really sort of are.'

'Will it show up on the bill?' She wonders a bit annoyed. The Doctor sighs a bit and leans against the TARDIS exterior.

'Oh, I dread to think,' He replies and pushes off the TARDIS, starting to pace and tangling the cord. He catches Rose mouthing a question to him. He stops and listens before turning his attention back to the phone. 'Listen, where did you get this number?' He wonders and Rose gives him a thumbs up.

'Woman in the shop wrote it down. It's the helpline, isn't it? She said it was the best helpline out there. In the universe, she said.' The woman states and the Doctor frowns.

'What woman? Who was she?' The Doctor wonders and Rose widens her eyes, being able to figure out the line of questioning and instantly her mind goes to the only other woman in the universe who would have access to the number to the TARDIS.

'I dunno, the woman in the shop. So why isn't there Internet. Shouldn't it just sort of…be there?' The voice wonders and the Doctor stops pacing to lean on the TARDIS once more.

'Look, listen, I'm not actually…this isn't…you have clicked on the Wi-Fi button, haven't you?' The Doctor rubs his face with his free hand. Rose tilts her head.

'Are you actually doing this?' Rose wonders with a bemused look on her face. He merely shrugs.

'Hang on. Erm…Wi-Fi?'

'Click on the Wi-Fi. You'll see a list of names. Is there one you recognise?' He questions with a sigh in his voice.

He can hear the click of what he assumes is the mouse and waits for her to come back to the line.

'It's asking me for a password.' She replies and the Doctor hears the sound of what he surmises is someone coming up the stairs.

He can hear the new voice mumble something to the girl he's on the phone It almost sounds like a question.

'What's going on?' Rose questions and the Doctor shrugs.

'I'm a technician now.' He states, rather annoyed.

'Sure. What's the password?' She calls to the other person. He vaguely hears a response and shuffling of the phone on the other end. 'How am I supposed to remember that?'

Andrew comes up to Rose and taps her on the shoulder. She turns around and blinks. 'Is it an evil spirit?' He wonders innocently and the Doctor directs his gaze to him.

'It's a woman.' The Doctor replies before Rose has a chance to.

Andrew widens his eyes and hastily crosses himself. Rose smiles widely and cover her mouth so her laughter won't echo throughout the cave.

'Hang on. Just a mo,' The voice causes the Doctor to pay attention back to the phone as he hears the girl typing as she speaks to herself. 'Run. You. Clever. Boy. And. Remember. One! Two! Three!'

Rose watches the Doctor straighten up and his face becomes serious. She frowns at his sudden change in demeanour. She wonders what exactly has caused him to suddenly grow either surprised or concerned; she isn't sure which one is more prevalent.

'What did you say?' The Doctor questions hastily, rather loudly as well, and Rose stands beside him, hoping to hear what was going on.

'Don't shout, you made me type it wrong. It's thrown me out again. What do I do, how do I get back in?' The girl wonders and what the Doctor doesn't see is that she clicks on a foreign host, one that contains a lot of symbols.

The Doctor drops the phone and takes Rose by her arm and throws open the TARDIS door. He steps inside and shuts the door briefly before opening it and poking his head through, staring at Andrew who appears to be shocked.

'Thanks for your help, Andrew! Thank Edward too!'

'Where are you going?' Andrew wonders desperately and the Doctor grins widely.

'I've found her! I've found the Impossible Girl!'


A knock at the door has drawn Clara from her conversation with the technician from her room and down the stairs to answer. Strangely the technician has fallen silent, not having said a word since she had shouted at him for distracting her.

He had wanted to know what she had said when typing the password. It sounded rather desperate and so she decided to answer him.

'It was just a thing to remember the password. Run, you clever and remember,' Clara attempts to wait for a response. However the frantic knocking and ringing of the bell. 'Oh, hang on,' The incessant ringing and knocking continues and Clara rolls her eyes. 'Hello, yes, I hear you. Yup. Uh huh,' Clara opens then door. 'Hello?'

She widens her eyes to see a man dressed as monk and grinning at her widely. She notices a woman has suddenly appeared from nowhere, adjusting a mint green belt around her waist and she comes to stand beside the monk. This is very quickly becoming too much.

'Clara? Clara Oswald?' The man questions and Clara sees that the woman as also smiled widely.

'Hello?' Clara replies apprehensively.

'Clara Oswin Oswald?' The Doctor repeats and Clara blinks.

'Just Clara Oswald. What was that middle one?' She inquires and the Doctor quickly turns to Rose and begins to grow excited. Rose covers her mouth with her hands unable to believe they have found her.

'Do you remember us?' He wonders hopefully and Clara studies the pair closely before shaking her head.

'No. Should I? Who are you?' She wonders and the Doctor brushes by her, stepping inside and Rose smiles at Clara as she follows him a bit, leaning on the doorway frame.

'The Doctor,' He answers her but notices that Clara's stare is vacant. 'No? The Doctor and Rose? Nothing?' He catches sight of himself in a hallway mirror and stops.

'Doctor who?' Clara questions.

'No, it's just the Doctor.' Rose replies and the Doctor slowly turns back to Clara, relishing in the way she had asked that question.

'Actually, sorry, could you just ask me that again?' He asks with a small grin and Clara gives him a bit of a funny look.

'Could I what?'

'Could you just ask me that question again?' The Doctor repeats.

'Doctor who?' Clara repeats and the Doctor grins. Rose can instantly tell how much he's loving this.

'Okay, just once more.' He pleads and Clara places a hand on her hip.

'Doctor who?' She states at again and decides that this man is bonkers. She settles on the fact that it will be best if they leave and waits for her opportune moment to do so.

'Oh, yeah,' The Doctor beams as he steps back outside and Rose turns to him, stepping out of the way of the door. She feels herself grin crookedly as he does a little dance. 'Oh, Rose! Do you know, I never realised how much I enjoy hearing that said out loud.'

'Probably cause you know something the rest of us don't.' She states and winks at him.

'Thank you.' He responds.

'Okay.' Clara decides and hastily shuts the door. Rose and the Doctor turn around and he rushes back to the door. He starts pounding on it.

'Hey, no! Clara, please!'

Clara starts to head up the stairs but she stops when the muffled voice of the Doctor causes her to stop and turn around.

'Clara, we need to talk to you! Listen, please!' He begs, voice muffled and Clara folds her arms as she debates whether or not to listen to ramblings of a mad man.


In a rather dark, tidy, posh looking office there is a number of desks lined in an organised fashion each with someone stationed at it, working diligently and efficiently at the terminals. One of the computers has a photo of Clara on it as well as some of the basic information they were able to ascertain. One man is talking with what appears to be his superior. He motions to the computer.

'Clara Oswald. We've got a positive lock on her, but I think she's borderline. Very clever, but no computer skills.' He informs his boss.

The older woman looks at the computer screen and instantly makes her decision. 'Upload her anyway, splice her a computer skills package.' She begins to walk away and her worker begins to follow her hastily, trying to catch up.

'I'll activate a Spoonerhead.' He responds.

'Alexei, we call them servers, not Spoonerheads.' The woman reminds him forcibly. Alexei turns white.

'Sorry, Miss Kizlet.' He replies and nervously begins to head back to his desk. Kizlet begins to climb a short set of stairs to another upper level where another worker is waiting for her.

Kizlet turns to the other person waiting for her as she watches Alexei return to his desk. She catches her assistant's gaze in the reflection of the glass and smiles.

'I'm ever so fond of Alexei, but my conscience says we should probably kill him.'

'I'll inform HR.' Her assistant replies seriously and begins to walk away when Kizlet calls to them.

'Actually, he's about to go on holiday. Kill him when he gets back, let's not be unreasonable.' She responds with a smile and turns to her office, pushing them open with a swift push.

Her magnificent office has windows that reach from the floor to the ceiling and over looks the City of London. It is of a modern looking design. Black and chrome are very prevalent.

As she approaches her desk she notices that her assistant looks as though he wishes to say something.

'Didn't you want to speak to me?' She wonders as she moves behind her desk.

It takes several moments for her assistant to respond and she gathers that he is attempting to build the courage to speak truthfully to her.

'We're uploading too many people, too quickly,' He finally states nervously. 'We're going to get noticed.'

'If your conscience is bothering you, think of it like this,' Kizlet responds calmly and sits at her desk. 'We're preserving living minds, in permanent form in the data cloud. It's like immortality. Only fatal.'

As she is saying this, Kizlet has been on her tablet, searching through the vast amount of names until she finds the one she's looking for. Mahler. She brings up his vitals and notices that his conscience levels are abnormally high.

'My conscience is fine.' He reminds her and Kizlet gives him a curt nod.

'Good,' She responds but nonetheless lowers Mahler's conscience setting on the list of available things to alter. 'Because our client has his needs.'

She watches as Mahler's paranoia setting dramatically rises as he turns to walk away. He stops turns around, staring at Kizlet who eyes him.

'Did you just hack me?' He wonders with a frown.

'Because you changed your mind?' Kizlet responds.

'I hope I did.' Mahler answers and walks away out of her office.

Kizlet smirks to herself and lowers Mahler's paranoia setting briefly, before deciding that it'd be more fun if she raised it again. She does just that.


Clara is sitting halfway up the stairs watching the front door with curiosity but a tad of annoyance. Who were these people to come barging in like they had, demanding she knows them when she clearly has never met them in her life. She feels like she can trust the blonde woman; she seems a bit more…grounded than the man. However she surmises that if she wished to speak to the blonde, she'd have to get through the man still pounding and pleading with her beyond the front door.

'Please! I just need to speak to you!' The Doctor states, his voice muffled and Clara rolls her eyes.

She stands nonetheless and walks down the stairs, stopping in front of the intercom on the wall and switches it on. The Doctor's face appears on the screen and he smiles as he waves. The blonde seems to be standing behind the Doctor, her arms are folded and she appears to be merely waiting…for something.

'Why are you still here? Why are you here at all?' Clara wonders and the Doctor blinks at her question, like she should know.

'You phoned me. You were looking for the Internet.' He replies and Clara frowns at him.

'That was you?' She replies astonished and the Doctor nods his head.

'Course it was me.'

'How did you get here so fast?' Clara wonders and the Doctor smiles at her.

'I just happened to be in the neighbourhood,' Clara watches as he moves out of the way and sees the blonde pointing to a blue box parked right in the driveway. 'On my mobile phone.'

'When you say 'mobile phone', why did the blonde point to that blue box?'

The Doctor turns around and glances at Rose before he looks at the TARDIS. 'Oh, that's Rose. And because it's a surprisingly accurate description.'

'Hi, Clara. It's nice to formally meet you.' Rose replies and Clara nods her head, staring at the two of them.

'It's nice to meet you, too. And we're finished now.' Clara states and switches the intercom off.

'Oi, no, look…' The Doctor begins but Clara doesn't hear him.

Her attention is drawn to the top of the stairs because the sound of a door closing upstairs has startled her. It sets her on edge when she hears the floorboards creak indicating someone is drawing closer.

'Angie?' Clara calls upstairs, her voice is rather nervous. 'Angie, are you upstairs? Angie, are you still here?'

Another floorboard creaks heavily. Clara walks towards the base of the stairs and looks up as a young girl dressed in old-fashioned clothing appears before her. Seconds pass and the young girl begins to walk down the stairs, only stopping when she gets about half way down. She never takes her eyes off of Clara and her vacant stare starts to unnerve her.

'Hello.' Clara says softly.

'Hello.' The girl echoes and Clara smiles nervously.

'Are you a friend of Angie's?'

'I'm a friend of Angie's.' The girl repeats flatly and Clara nods her head.

'What were you doing upstairs?' Clara wonders kindly but the young girl offers no movement, just a perpetual stare.

'I was upstairs.'

'I know you, don't I?' Clara really takes a good look at the young girl, wondering where she had seen her. It had to be recently.

'You know me, don't you?' The young girl echoes and Clara gasps.

That girl was the same girl from the cover art on the book, Summer Falls, which Artie had been reading earlier today. She had taken it from him in the kitchen and she widens her eyes. How can this be possible? Clara turns her gaze to the girl only to see that the girl's head as begun to spin around, revealing that she had no back to her head. It's caved in, concavely, resembling the bowl of a spoon. Across the dish runs digital information.

Clara freezes, unsure of what to do or what to stay. She can only seem to stare at this odd creature. While it no longer has a face, Clara can sense that it's still watching her. That's what frightens her the most.


Rose folds her arms as the Doctor rushes back inside the TARDIS and she follows him, knowing what he's going to do. She steps inside just as he disappears under the console. Rose shakes her head when she sees the monk's habit go flying across the floor.

'I told you; you should have changed before rushing to her door. You scared her! A madman dressed as a monk?' Rose calls to him and he's silent before he gives her an answer.

'Right, right. Don't be a monk. I was too excited.' He replies to her and is still searching through the section of the flooring he had just opened.

Rose watches as he tosses various articles of clothing onto the floor. 'You've got stashes of things everywhere.'

'I like to be prepared for anything,' He replies simply. 'Which one, do you think?'

Rose watches as his old jacket has come into view. He has tossed and Rose catches sight of it before it disappears back down. Shortly after a new jacket is throw up to her line of vision and Rose tilts her head, trying to decide.

'New one.' She calls and he smiles to himself down under the console.

'That's what I thought too.'

He hastily climbs the steps and Rose smiles, enjoying the new look until something odd catches her eye.

'There is something odd on your head.' She crosses her arms and the Doctor frowns, reaching up and taking the fez off his head.

'Oops, forgot I had this on. You don't like it?' He wonders innocently as he tosses back down to the pile of clothing.

'No.'

'Hm, pity.' He remarks and pulls her by her arm back out of the TARDIS.

Together they stand on the stoop of Clara's house and the Doctor rubs his hands together as Rose knocks on the door. It is silent on the other side.

'Clara?' The Doctor calls and he knocks a bit firmer than Rose had. 'Clara?' He moves to the intercom next.

'Hello?' Clara's voice is heard and the Doctor grins.

'See? Look, it's us! And I'm de-monked,' He spins around and smiles. 'Sensible clothes. Erm, can we come in now?'

'I don't understand.' Clara replies and Rose frowns. She almost thought she caught a hint of fear in Clara's voice; she steps closer to the intercom and really listens.

'Could you just open the door?'

'I don't know…' She pauses and Rose turns to the Doctor, she can't deny it this time.

'Something's wrong.' Rose tells him and he glances down to her.

'What?'

'I don't know…' Clara's voice over the intercom breaks their conversation up and the Doctor turns back to the machine.

'Of course you can!'

'Where I am…' Clara finishes and together they stare at the intercom. Rose had been right. Something has happened to her.

'I don't know where I am. Where am I? Please tell me, where I am! I don't know where I am.' Clara calls desperately and her voice begins to grow more and more terrified.

'Get that door open.' Rose tells him and the Doctor has already begun to fish around his pockets for the sonic.

When he finds it, he aims it at the door and they rush into the house. They see Clara lying unconscious on the floor by the base of the stairs. Rose dashes to her side and kneels down.

'I don't know where I am!' Her voice floats around them but Clara's body make no movements and no sound comes from it.

Rose puts her hand under Clara's head and the Doctor sonics her.

'Doctor, what's going on?' Rose wonders desperately.

'I don't know where I am! I don't understand! I don't know where I am! I don't know where I am!' Clara's voice haunts them and the Doctor follows a trail and glances up to the stairs. Rose follows his movements and widens her eyes.

'What the hell is that?!' Rose wonders and the Doctor studies the creature.

They both can see that in the dish Clara's face appears and she's looking around like she's lost somewhere. Which she is. The Doctor slowly stands and Rose glances down to Clara. He slowly raises his hand and aims the sonic at the creature.


In the office where Alexei has been working, he studies Clara's picture carefully and notices that she's only been uploaded halfway.

It seems to be taking a much longer time than normal. However, out of nowhere, an alarm begins to beep and in large, bold letters, the word ERROR has appeared on the screen. He glances up from his workstation.

He begins to panic internally, unsure of how this little snafu will affect things with his boss. However he's never experienced anything like this before and he will need to bring this to their attention.

'I've got a problem!' He announces desperately.


The Doctor continues to sonic the creature on the stairs and Rose widens her eyes when the visage of the little girl disappears revealing the most basic of a humanoid shape in a robotic form. The Doctor slowly lowers his sonic.

'What is that?' Rose wonders and the Doctor narrows his eyes.

'A walking base station. A walking Wi-Fi base station, hoovering up data. Hoovering up people!' He replies and pockets his sonic and Rose looks down to Clara.

'What's happened to her?'

He doesn't answer her as his gaze has gone past the base station and upstairs. His hands immediately go back into his pocket and he's retrieved the sonic. In a swift motion, he's up the stairs, past the base station and disappeared around a corner.

Rose watches the landing, wondering where exactly he's gone. The Doctor enters what he assumes to be Clara's room; the sonic still in his hand and aimed in the room as he scans the area.

He spins around and finds her netbook, poised on her desk, still open. He stops for a moment and then dashes to her desk, snapping it shut and heading down the stairs to where Rose is still kneeling with Clara's head in her lap.

He kneels beside them and reopens the netbook. Rose watches carefully as his fingers fly over the keyboard, trying to hack into what she assumes is the base station still on the stairs. Rose bites her lip and glances from the base station to the Doctor, still working feverishly to reverse whatever has been done to Clara.

'Oh, no, you don't. Oh, no, you don't.' He mutters as he continues to hack into the system.


Kizlet and Mahler stride towards Alexei's desk, hovering over him as they watch the events unfold before them. They are watching the screen intensely as Alexei attempts to stop the hacker.

'It's like someone is trying to reverse an upload.' Alexei finally responds, glancing over his shoulder to see Kizlet's eagle eyes watching his screen.

'Is that possible?' She questions.

'If the upload isn't fully integrated yet, in theory, yes.' Mahler responds and together they watch the progress bar on Alexei's screen drop from the 50s to the 40s.

Alexei attempts another route and realises that he and whoever is attempting to reverse the hacking are battling with their keyboards. He grows more determined as he watches Clara's progress bar continuously decrease. Rapidly. And he can't seem to do anything to stop it.

'Can you stop this?' Mahler wonders. Alexei shakes his head in desperation.

'No!'

They watch as the progress bar hits zero. The area around the targeted house is cleared of the red virus.


Rose breathes a sigh of relief and checks Clara's pulse. The Doctor and Rose hear a whirring sound from the base station as a beam shoots form the dish to Clara. She takes a deep breath and coughs as she rolls over. Rose smiles and the Doctor places his hand on Clara's cheek.

'It's okay, it's okay. You're fine, you're back. Yes, you are. Yes, you are.'


The night sky doesn't affect Kizlet as she paces in front of her windows, the London skyline lit up behind her. How was that possible? Did someone figure out how to topple their organisation? She can't think like that. It's impossible for someone to know how they operate.

Mahler enters and Kizlet faces the window, she doesn't turn around. 'Well?'

'Our hacker sent us a message,' Mahler walks to Kizlet's desk and presses a button. A message appears on the monitor in the wall. It reads, Under My Protection – The Doctor,' Mahler crosses his arms. 'I assume he's talking about the girl.'

Kizlet feels the anger bubble within her and she spins around. 'Get out. I have to speak to the client,' She orders angrily and Mahler nods. Kizlet walks over to the monitor once she's sure that Mahler is gone and she touches the right side panel. 'Sir, the one you told me about. He's here. The Doctor is here.'

She doesn't know how her client will react. She believes he will not to be too impressed. She is silent as she awaits his response.


Rose fills a pitcher of water in the kitchen and takes a glass upstairs with her. She pushes the base station out of her way with her foot and frowns. She had thought he had moved that from its position in the house to just outside where the TARDIS is. When she walks into Clara's room, she notices the flowers she'd picked earlier from the garden sitting in a glass vase by the bedside table. She smiles.

'Well look at you.' Rose compliments and he turns around. He's got an open package of Jammy Dodgers in his hand; one has a mysterious bite mark in it.

'What?'

'You certainly know what people like to see when they wake up. Only you shouldn't put the half eaten one on the plate. It's damaged goods now. You bite it, you eat it.' Rose teases and he smiles a bit. Rose fills the glass with water from the pitcher and places both next to the plate of cookies.

'I've learned…they seem to give a calming effect when one wakes up disorientated. It's nice to see something familiar.' He responds and Rose smiles.

'You're right. How is she?' Rose wonders and he shrugs.

'She'll be fine. Just fine.' He responds and something catches his eye on the bookshelf. Frowning, he reaches over and gently slides it out of place, taking it into his hands.

Rose leans forward and notices the title of the book is '101 Places to See.' The Doctor flips through the book and Rose battles with the thought of how wrong it is to be looking through other people's things but curiosity wins out and she notices in a child's handwriting another script on the front. It reads 'Property of Clara Oswald, Age 9.'

The age is crossed out as another year follows. The ages missing are sixteen and twenty three. On the opposite page is a pressed leaf. The Doctor and Rose exchange looks before he carefully takes the leaf from the book by its stem and twirls it. He sniffs it and then licks it and Rose shakes her head. He looks back to her and she raises her eyebrows, waiting for him to tell her what he's found out. However, he seems puzzled by what it tells him. He puts the leaf back into the book and the shelves it once more.

Rose takes his hand and they take a quick glance at Clara before they head from the room together.


Clara slowly opens her eyes and then shuts them again. She groans and reopens them, blinking a few times. She looks around her room, spotting the glass of water and cookies. She frowns. She doesn't recall going to bed, so how did she get there? Puzzled, she goes to her window and blinks.

Sitting outside her window, right in the driveway, is the person who had called himself the Doctor and the blonde named Rose. They haven't noticed her yet. They're each sitting in folding chairs, except Rose has her legs up and resting on the Doctor's. He's using her legs to rest Clara's netbook on them and Clara notices that Rose is picking apart the wiring belonging to something. After a moment has passed, she hands it off to the Doctor, reaching over the side of the chair to reach for something else.

Clara leans out of her window and calls to them. 'Hello?'

They both look up at the same time. The Doctor sets everything down and Rose moves her legs off of him. 'Hello.' He stands up and Rose does the same, she sets the wiring down on the chair.

'How are you feeling?' Rose calls to her and Clara glances over her shoulder.

'I'm in bed.' She replies and the Doctor nods.

'Yes.' He agrees and Clara frowns at them.

'Don't remember going.' She states and the Doctor looks back to Rose, who merely shrugs her shoulders.

'No.'

'What did I miss?' Clara questions and Rose reaches into her jacket pocket and tosses a notebook to the Doctor.

'Oh, quite a lot, actually,' He replies and flips to the pages he'd written everything down. 'Angie called, she's going to stay over at Nina's. Apparently that's all completely fine and you shouldn't worry like you always do, for god's sake, get off her back,' The Doctor flips to another page. 'Also, your dad phoned. Mainly about the government. He seems very cross with them, I've got several pages on that,' He turns a few more pages. 'I said I'd look into it.' He stops but looks as if he's got more to say, he just can't think of it.

'Oh, we fixed that rattling noise in the washing machine…' Rose attempts to say before the Doctor recalls and he cuts Rose off.

'We did! I also had Rose index the kitchen cupboards and had her replant the main flowerbed so as to optimise photosynthesis. Oh! And I assembled the quadrocycle.' He finishes and Clara blinks, frowning.

'Assembled the what?' She questions in disbelief.

'I found a disassembled quadrocycle in the garage.' He insists and Rose smirks.

'I don't think you did.' Clara's reply is equally as firm as the Doctor's.

'I told you.' Rose replies with a smile and the Doctor widens his eyes.

'I invented the quadrocycle!' His statement comes out as an awed whisper.

'What happened to me?' Clara questions and Rose takes a few more steps towards the window.

'You don't remember?' She inquires and Clara's face becomes pensive as she tries recall the misplaced hours and what led her there.

'I was scared. Really scared. I didn't know where I was.' She replies softly.

'Do you know now?' The Doctor questions and Clara looks down to him.

'Yes.'

'Well, then, you should go to sleep, because you're safe now, I promise. Goodnight, Clara.' The Doctor states and turns back to sit on the chair.

Rose puts her hand up as a gesture, but smiles to herself because Clara doesn't seem like the type of girl who will take that answer without wanting an explanation. However, she, too, turns around and sits back in her chair, making it seem like she's rewiring, but she's waiting for Clara's reply.

'Are you two seriously going to sit down there all night?' Clara wonders with a smile on her face.

'Yes. I promise. We won't budge from this spot.' He insists and drops into the chair beside Rose. She gives him a bit of a sideways look, but he doesn't catch it.

'Well, then. I'll have to come to you.' Clara states simply and shuts the window.

The Doctor looks from the window to Rose. She's hiding a smirk on her face, but doesn't look up, continuing to strip the wiring.

'Eh?' He stands and looks back to Rose. 'What are you grinning at? Did you know this was going to happen?'

'Yes. Of course. It's that allure of the unknown that draws people to you. And well, you draw people to you.' Rose replies and glances up to him and frowns, crossing his arms.

'Really?'

'Yes. Where there's the weird, you're usually there. People what to know what happened.'

'Not all the time…' He counters and Rose flashes him an unimpressed look.

'Oh, and you think UNIT or Torchwood would be ever so willing to take civilians along with them as they fend off the unknown?' Rose replies and sets her wiring down.

'I guess not…' He replies defeated and watches Clara's front door, unsure of how to feel at this very moment.


Kizlet watches the screen with a stony expression as she folds her arms, her table is grasped firmly in her one hand. Mahler stands beside her as he overlooks Alexei's computer station. Alexei is seated as his fingers hover over the keyboard ready to work should the order be given.

The three of them watch surveillance video from across the street from the house that they had lost the girl named Clara.

'I take it the girl's inside? And alive?' Kizlet questions and Mahler nods his head.

'Yes.'

'Alexei, I need you do something creative about that.' Kizlet instructs and brings out her tablet. She uses it to raise Alexei's IQ. He immediately begins to type out a solution.

This will show that troublesome menace that her client had warned her about. He will not defeat their work. They've come too far to be shut down now.


Clara exits her house having changed her clothes and seems to be reinvigorated from that. She has a chair firmly tucked under her right arm and three cups of tea balanced expectedly in her left. She sets the folding chair down across from Doctor and Rose and he looks up to her.

'I like your house.' He states and Clara glances back to it.

'It isn't mine, I'm a friend of the family.' Clara replies simply and Rose nods her head.

'Do you mind the children?' She wonders and the Doctor snaps his fingers.

'Oh yes, you're a governess, aren't you,' He agrees and taps his forehead with the wench Rose had handed him moments ago. 'Just like…'

Clara hands the Doctor a cup of tea and then turns to Rose, handing her one as well. 'Just like what?' She questions and sits back in her chair.

'Just like…' The Doctor repeats and then takes a drink from the cup. 'I thought you probably would be.'

'Are you going to explain what happened to me?' Clara decides to change the subject and Rose silently thanks her for that. This version of Clara clearly doesn't recall anything of her previous incarnations. It's best that they don't bring that up. It could very well have consequences.

The Doctor sits in the chair beside Rose and picks up the netbook from her lap. 'There's something in the Wi-Fi. Okay. This whole world is swimming in Wi-Fi. We're living in a Wi-Fi soup! Suppose something got inside it. Suppose there was something living in the Wi-Fi, harvesting human minds, extracting them. Imagine that. Human souls trapped like flies in the World Wide Web, stuck forever, crying out for help.'

Clara pauses, digesting the information before she turns to Rose, who seems like the most sane person out of the two of them. 'Does he always ramble on like that? Is that normal?'

'Oh, very normal. He's trying to impress you right now, so he's on his best behaviour.' Rose replies with a bit of a smirk on her face and Clara matches it, glancing back to the Doctor.

'Hey!' The Doctor cries out in a form of protest.

'So…' Clara thinks back on the Doctor's words. 'Human minds trapped in the Internet…isn't that basically Twitter?' The Doctor doesn't answer her, but instead he begins to type on the computer. 'What's that face for?' She wonders.

'A computer can hack another computer. A living, sentient computer…maybe that could hack people. Edit them. Rewrite them.'

'Why would you say that?' Clara questions and Rose glances towards the base station.

'Well, Clara, for starters…you didn't know a single thing about the Internet a few hours ago. And now,' Rose stares at her. Clara feels uncomfortable at the gaze Rose has fixated on her. 'You're making jokes about Twitter.'

Clara blinks and realises that Rose and the Doctor are right. 'Oh. Oh. That's weird. I know all about computers now in my head. Where did that come from?' She questions and the Doctor glances at Rose quickly. She curtly nods. Clara doesn't miss the moment between the two.

'You were uploaded for awhile. Wherever you were, you brought something extra back.' The Doctor turns to stare at Rose. She merely moves her eyes, motioning behind her. Rose turns to Clara.

'Sadly, Clara, I highly doubt you'll be allowed to keep it.' Rose finishes and Clara watches as she and the Doctor both turn their head to see something standing in the street.

Together they both get up and stand beside the TARDIS, they lock their gaze firmly with the figure watching them in the street. It's another base station. A Spoonerhead. They nod and the Doctor turns to Clara. Rose sets her jaw and watches the figure carefully. She takes one step back.

'Clara. We're getting inside that box. All of us.' He states and Clara gapes at him.

'I'm sorry?' She questions in disbelief.

'Just get inside, Clara.' Rose tells her firmly and the Doctor hurries over to her and she stands to get out of his way. He moves the chair and then darts back to the TARDIS door.

'You too, Rose.' He instructs and she nods her head.

'Just watching.' She replies.

'I'm sorry, all three of us?' Clara repeats and the Doctor nods.

'Trust me, you'll understand when we're all in there.' He insists and Rose takes another step back.

'I bet I will!' Clara protests angrily and the Doctor glances back to her, finally grasping her hesitation.

'Clara, please!' The Doctor says desperately but Clara merely folds her arms and doesn't move.

'What is that box, anyway. Why do you have a box?' Clara demands and the studies the box and the Doctor.

'Clara, I'm sorry, we don't have time for this, just get in it!' Rose protests and finally stands beside the Doctor.

'Is it like a snogging booth?' Clara narrows her eyes and despite the danger they're in, Rose laughs.

'A what?!' The Doctor replies staggered and Rose stops, having to her clear her throat, but she still has a smile. Clara doesn't buy into the thought that it's just an ordinary box.

'Is that what you do, you bring a booth? What do you two do with it? You know, there's such a thing as too keen.' Clara state simply and takes a sip from her tea.

Rose widens her eyes as lights in different rooms in different house suddenly begin to switch on. There are too many on to be a coincidence.

'Clara, you must look around you!' Rose insists and Clara does as she told. Clara blinks and looks around. She stares in disbelief.

'What's going on? Is the Wi-Fi switching the lights on?' She wonders and stands.

'No. The people are switching on the lights. The Wi-Fi is switching on the people.' The Doctor replies seriously and Rose notices that more have begun to turn on.

The base station in the street begins to turn its head around. 'What is that thing?' Clara questions and points to it.

'A walking base station. It's like the thing you would have seen earlier.' Rose replies and glances up to the Doctor.

'I saw a little girl.' Clara insists.

'Must have taken an image from your subconscious, thrown it back at you,' The Doctor states casually and then smacks his head, gripping Rose by her shoulders, shaking her slightly. 'Active camouflage. They could be everywhere!'

'Well that's slightly unsettling…' Rose manages to get out between him shaking her.

She eventually gets him to stop. Everyone turns around, wondering where exactly they could be, it sets them all on edge. It's then that Clara notices something going on behind the house.

'Doctor! Doctor!' Clara calls and she pulls him over and Rose follows them. In the distance they can see the lights of London going off. Rose covers her mouth.

'What's going on?' Clara breathes and Rose turns to the Doctor.

'You know…this is even more unsettling than that time we where in London on Christmas…and there was no one in the streets…'

'So much more unsettling.' He agrees and reaches for her hand.


In the office, Kizlet and Mahler are still standing, hovering over Alexei's shoulder as they await the outcome of this little endeavour. Hopefully this will be successful and they will get back what they have already claimed as theirs. However, Mahler seems slightly unsettled, maybe annoyed.

'Do we need another London wide activation? We can't always pass it off as a riot.' He reminds Kizlet and she doesn't acknowledge his concerns. Her eyes are glued to the screen.


Rose can't believe the darkness that has engulfed London with such haste. It's eerie and unsettling, it causes her stomach to twist itself into knots. It's then that Clara notices something odd about what's just happened.

'All our lights on, everyone else's off. Why?'

'Please don't tell me…' Rose states and closes her eyes.

'You guessed?' The Doctor wonders and she sighs.

'Oh, I did. Well…we could be in for some serious trouble if we don't get a move on.' Rose replies and Clara watches the two of them.

'What?' Clara wonders and the Doctor turns to her.

'Some planes have Wi-Fi.' The Doctor explains but Clara doesn't seem to understand it.

'I'm sorry?'

'We must be one hell of a target right now.' The Doctor breathes and takes Rose's hand in his own. The sound of a roaring engine draw their attention to the sky and in it they see a plane that is hurling towards them at a tremendous speed. Everyone widens their eyes and the Doctor takes Clara's hand in his other one. 'You, me, Rose, in the box, right now!'

He yanks Clara away from the London view and Rose watches the sky for another moment before she steps into the TARDIS, Clara nearly tumbles in after her. She is continued to be pulled along by the Doctor and she attempts to grab the rail with one hand to steady herself. Rose glances back and it's then that she realises Clara still has her teacup in her hand.

'Clara…you okay?' Rose calls back to her once the Doctor has let her hand go.

'But…but…but…it's…' Clara breathes and moves around the console room in shock, completely staggered by her surroundings.

The Doctor uses controls on a side panels. He glances back to Clara. 'Shut up, please, short hops are difficult.' He warns and then goes back to the console.

'Bigger,' Clara manages to get out. 'On the inside. Actually bigger.'

The Doctor throws a lever and the TARDIS sparks a bit. It causes him to jump back, but Rose is already by the door. He rushes to join her. He glances back to Clara and she's staring in shock.

'Right, come on!' He calls to her and Clara blinks.

'Are we going back out there?' She questions incredulity.

'We've moved, Clara. This is a spaceship.' Rose tells her and Clara glances around the console room again.

'Away from the plane?'

'Not exactly,' He replies and glances to Rose. 'Brace yourself.' She nods and he opens the door.

The two of them practically tumble out of the TARDIS and into the body of the plane. Clara follows them and has to lean again the galley wall. She studies the interior of the plane with wide eyes.

'How did we get here?' She questions loudly and the Doctor turns around slightly as he and Rose continue to battle the turbulence on the way to the cockpit.

'Didn't you hear Rose? It's a ship, I told you, it's all very science-y.' He replies and Rose nearly loses her balance.

Clara begins to follow them, fighting the same turbulence. 'Is this the plane, the actual plane?' She wonders and catches sight of the passengers still in their seats. 'Are they all dead?'

'Asleep, switched off by the Wi-Fi, never mind them!' He shouts at her and aims the sonic on the cockpit door.

A sudden bout of turbulence causes the Doctor to tumble and nearly fall on an unconscious female flight attendant who is seated by the exit. Rose nearly falls backward and manages to grip a handle on the wall. Both manage to stand before Rose is caught off balance again and falls forward, pushing the Doctor forward. She lets out a cry of surprise and Clara stumbles in after them.

Rose and the Doctor find themselves between the unconscious pilot and co-pilot. Clara manages to squeeze herself behind the Doctor in the very compact area. Rose watches as he uses his sonic on the various panels.

'What's going on? Is this real? Please tell me what is happening!'

'I'm the Doctor. I'm an alien from outer space. I'm a thousand years old. I've got two hearts. This is Rose Tyler. She's a human from Earth. She's not even half as old as I am. And I've decided she's a certifiable badass.'

Rose laughs. 'Thanks!'

'You're welcome. Now. I can't fly a plane! Can you?' The Doctor wonders and Clara widens her eyes.

'No!'

'Relax, it'll be fine. It'll be a team effort. Pull the throttle back as far as you can!' Rose directs quickly.

The Doctor does so and Clara instinctively grabs a hold of him, as if she is hoping it'll help. They both scream as the plane gets closer to the houses. Rose switches a sequences of buttons and out of instinct, the Doctor pulls the throttle back further, until it simply won't. The plane skims over Clara's house, but it barely clears them.

Everyone laughs in relief and the Doctor turns to Rose who flicks one more switch before she stares at him, a wide smile on her face.

'Perhaps I should have added a big giant mystery to me.' He tells her quietly and Rose shrugs.

'You're responsible for the introductions.' Rose replies and widens her eyes as Clara embraces her tightly. She still has her tea cup in one hand.

'Hey, do you think a victory roll would be too show off-y?' The Doctor questions and Rose tilts her chin away from him, but she eyes are full of mischief.

'I'm game if you are.'

The pilot groans and he begins to come to. He catches sight of three strangers in the cockpit and he glances around the tiny compartment. 'What the hell's going on?'

The Doctor inhales quickly. 'Well, I'm blocking your Wi-Fi, so you're waking up for a start. Tell you what,' He pats the pilot's arm. 'Do you want to drive?' He doesn't wait for a response and gets up. He starts to leave with Rose following along side him.

However…Clara is simply shocked as she stares at the cockpit and then at Rose and the Doctor, who are simply continuing on as if nothing has happened. As if they didn't just almost die. Slowly the co-pilot starts to come to and they begin to discuss a plan for getting back on course.

The Doctor realises that Clara isn't behind him and walks back to the cockpit, he grabs a hold of her collar and yanks her back. She gasps from the shock.


Kizlet, Mahler and Alexei are still staring at the feed they are receiving from the Maitland house. However now it is silent with no activity. There is something missing and she wants to know how the hell that was possible.

'I don't understand what's happened,' She begins and points to the screen where the box used to be. 'That box, where's it gone?' Everyone is silent and she glances around to the other workers. 'Find that box!' She shouts to them and they hastily begin the location process.


The Doctor works the controls as Rose leans against the rails, watching him. She's been immensely enjoying this little outing. And, all in all, it's been a rather productive day, in her opinion. She notices that Clara has finally finished her tea and sets the cup down on the console very purposefully. She places a hand on her hip and the Doctor eyes her.

'Okay. When are either of you going to explain what the hell is going on?' Clara wonders. The Doctor glances back to Rose and she motion to him that it's his decision.

'Breakfast.' He decides and Rose sighs in relief.

'Good. I'm starving.'

'What?' Clara's gazes darts from Rose to the Doctor. 'I ain't waiting till breakfast.' She decides firmly.

The Doctor throws a switch and the TARDIS lurches slightly. He heads for the door with Rose's hand in his own. Clara cuts them off, having gone around the other side of the console, she is ready to confront them.

'It's a time machine.' Rose tells her when she opens her mouth to protest.

'You never have to wait for breakfast.' The Doctor adds and he opens the door. Clara stands in awe as sunlight streams in through the door. He and Rose step out.

'Thank you!' Clara hears him say and after curiosity has gotten the better of her, she follows them out.

She steps out to see a group of people gather around the TARDIS applauding what they believe to be a performance. Rose glances up to him.

'Draw some more attention to yourself, huh?' Rose mocks and he reaches into his jacket pocket and reveals the fez. Rose stares at him shocked. 'When did you…?'

'Oh, I kinda liked the fez,' He informs her. 'Thank you. Yes, magic blue box. All donations gratefully accepted,' He passes around the fez where people gladly deposit money. 'Roll up, roll up, give us your dosh. Pennies, pounds, anything you've got,' He notices Clara standing beside Rose and he passes the fez to Clara. 'Keep collecting, we need enough for breakfast. Rose and I are just popping back to the garage.'

Clara turns around and watches them disappear into the TARDIS. 'Garage?'


The Doctor hastily grabs the netbook from the console before he and Rose continue into a hallway that leads deeper into the TARDIS. Rose heads right but notices the Doctor goes left.

'Where are you going? It's this way.' Rose calls to him but he doesn't stop until he's rounded the corner. Rose taps her foot and crosses her arms as she waits. Sure enough, seconds pass and he reappears around the corner and walks right by her.

'This way. Rose Tyler I swear if you say something…'

She laughs at him until they reach the garage and something black and shiny catches her eye. She immediately is drawn towards it and smirks at him when he glances up.

'Well, I've got mine.' She decides and the Doctor blinks at the motorcycle and then when she picks up a helmet, sliding it under her arm.

'What?'

'I've elected that you take Clara. I'm going to drive this,' Rose informs him and sits on the bike. She's almost too excited and realises that she's missed driving motorcycles. 'Oh, I didn't tell you? I developed a love of bikes in the parallel world. And a Suzuki GSXR 750? Yes, please,' Rose starts and grins at him sideways. 'Well, babe, try and keep up.'

She winks and is gone out the way she came, before he's even realised she's started the bike. He needs a moment to process what just happened.


The sound of a noisy engine draws Clara's attention behind her and she turns around to see Rose speeding out of the TARDIS and stops the bike, spinning around until she is facing Clara again.

She puts the helmet on and raises the visor. 'Your ride's coming.' Her voice is muffled slightly by the helmet. But no sooner have the words left her mouth when Clara sees the Doctor come out next, driving a much more tame motorcycle wearing a helmet.

'So, this is tomorrow, then? Tomorrow's come early.' Clara calls to him and he grins.

'No, it came at the usual time. We just took a short cut.' He informs her and people begin to applaud, some even take photos. Clara climbs on behind the Doctor.

'Why can't we drive the cool one?' She muses and points to Rose. She is simply waiting for his cue.

'Because she's Rose and she has a mind of her own.' He replies and hands Clara her helmet, taking the fez from her, emptying it of the money. He places the fez on a nearby boy's head.

'Right! Are you thinking of the same place I am? Given where we are?' Rose wonders and he nods.

'Of course I am!' He calls to her and though he can't see it, Rose smirks.

'Well, I'll see you there, then!' She lowers the visor and revs the motorcycle before speeding off and out of the South Bank area.

The Doctor and Clara watch her quickly disappear from their sights. 'She's like a ball of fire. Spitfire. That's what your girlfriend is. Oh, I really like her. From now on, that's how I will refer to her.'

'Trust me, you have no idea. And she's not my girlfriend.'

'Sure, keep telling yourself that.' Clara grins and holds on as they leave to catch up to Rose.

A girl poses for a picture close to the TARDIS, they have no idea how detrimental that would be for them.


Kizlet glances over to Alexei's station when an alert comes in. A photo of a girl shows up and she's posing beside a blue box. Kizlet and Mahler stride towards him.

'What's happening?' Mahler inquires.

'Blue box. South Bank!' Alexei responds quickly. 'Definitely wasn't there five minutes ago.' He begins to feverishly type on the keyboard.

'Are we sure this time?' Mahler wonders and folds his arms across his chest. 'Earl's Court was an embarrassment.'


The Doctor can barely see Rose as he crosses Westminster Bridge with Clara. She readjusts herself against him. She peer around him and watches Rose press against the motorcycle and slips the bike between traffic as it comes to a stop. Clara taps the Doctor's shoulder and points. He hasn't missed it either.

'Where did you find her?!' Clara wonders with a wide grin.

'Would you believe in a shop basement?' He replies with a smile.

'Really? Are you sure it wasn't the military?' Clara retorts and the Doctor shakes his head.

'No, but she's experimented with it from what I understand.'

'Spitfire's awesome, but I have a question.' Clara states seriously.

'What is it?'

'If you've got a flying time machine, why are we on motorbikes?'

'I don't take the TARDIS into battle.' The Doctor replies and finally catches sight of Rose again. She's decided to drive like a sane person and is caught at a light. He finds himself staring at her, as she has her leg down to balance herself, rolling the bike forward and back a bit. And it's only when Clara asks a follow up question that he's shaken from his daze.

'Because it's made of wood?' Clara surmises.

'Because it's the most powerful ship in the universe and I don't want it falling into the wrong hands,' The Doctor informs her and holds up both his hands. The motorbike begins to wobble and Clara widens her eyes. The Doctor realises he needs two hands to operate the bike and puts them on the handle bars. 'Okay?'

Rose drives by the House of Guards where a tourist snaps a picture of her. Moments later, the Doctor and Clara drive by the same spot. The same tourist captures them as well.


In the office, the House Guards photos appear on Alexei's screen after he's completed another search. Kizlet smirks triumphantly.

'I do love London. So many cameras.'


Rose quickly glances behind her just as she drives under Admiralty Arch. She catches a glimpse of Clara and the Doctor waiting at a light. She smirks as she pulls into the café and gets off her bike. Moments later, the Doctor and Clara pull up just as Rose takes off her helmet and the Doctor starts to laugh.

'What?' Rose wonders and Clara blinks.

'Your hair.' She informs her and Rose runs her fingers through it.

'Oh. Helmet hair,' Rose takes an elastic off her wrist and quickly throws it up. She walks by the Doctor and hits him in the arm with the helmet. 'Real mature.'

They enter the building and are led to a rooftop café. Drinks had been ordered and Rose enjoys the shot of espresso as she takes in the beautiful view of St. Paul's Cathedral. She notices the Doctor has the netbook open once more. Clara has been drinking thoughtfully from her milkshake as she watches the two of them interact. The more she thinks about what she's been through of the last little while with them, so many more questions begin to develop in her mind. Something tells her she has a lot to learn.

'So, if we can travel anywhere in time and space, why did we travel to the morning? What's the point in that?' Clara wonders and Rose glances to the Doctor.

'You field that one.' She says and he briefly looks up from the computer to gaze at Clara before he drops his gaze to the computer again.

'Whoever's after us spent the whole night looking for us. Are you tired?' He questions and Clara nods. She hadn't felt it, but the moment he reminded her she hasn't slept yet, she feels exhausted.

'Yes.'

'Then imagine how they feel. They came the long way round,' He begins to type again. 'They've got to be close, definitely London, going by the signal distribution.'

'Have you tried hacking into the lowest level of their operating system?' Rose interjects and he turns to her, giving her an unimpressed look. Clara takes a sip from her drink and grins into her glass.

'Of course I have,' He retorts. 'I can't seem to establish a physical location, the security's too good.'

'What? Even for you?' Rose glances to the computer screen and raises her eyebrows in disbelief.

'Believe me now?' He wonders and Rose sighs.

'Are you an alien?' Clara suddenly speaks up and Rose and the Doctor look up at her. She's sitting upright in the chair, watching them closely.

The Doctor leans back in his chair. 'I am, yes.'

'But Rose isn't?' Clara repeats and Rose nods.

'As human as they come.' She confirms and smiles. She then catches the Doctor giving her a funny look and her eyes challenge him to deny it otherwise.

'Are you okay with that?' The Doctor questions, not rising to Rose's challenge, and Clara nods her quickly.

'Fine, yeah. I think I'm fine.' Clara's words tumble out of her mouth rather quickly and Rose leans back in her own chair, watching Clara with a smile.

'Oh, good.' The Doctor replies casually and Clara sits back in her chair, trying to think of what to say next.

'So what happens if you do find them? What then?' She wonders.

'I don't know. I can't tell the future, I just work there.' He answers her question hastily and Clara frowns at his remark.

'You don't have a plan?' Clara echoes in concern and Rose stretches slightly, enjoying the two of them interacting.

'You know what I always say about plans?' The Doctor questions and Clara shakes her head, leaning forward.

'What?'

'I don't have one.' He answers and Clara leans back in a huff.

'People always have plans.' Clara retorts and nosily sips the rest of her drink.

'Trust me, Clara, you'll come to see that with him, he makes it up off the top of his head. You just go with the flow.'

'I do, yeah,' The Doctor agrees and shuts the netbook. 'So tell me, how long have been looking after those kids?'

'About a year, since their mum died.' Clara responds and Rose's face becomes pensive. She begins to think of her own mum and how much she still misses her.

The Doctor studies Clara for a few more seconds. He also doesn't miss the sadness that has flashed across Rose's eyes.

'Okay. But why you? Family friend, I get that, but there must have been others. Why did it have to be you? I mean, you don't, you don't really seem like a nanny.' The Doctor informs her and Rose glances up, realising that he's trying to figure out the connections between her and the other versions of Clara.

Clara ponders that question for a moment before she decides to completely ignore it and switches to something else. She shoves her glass across the table and reaches for her netbook.

'Gimme!' She decides and the Doctor places his hand on the computer and pulls it back.

'Sorry, what?' He responds and Clara leans forward with a bit of a grin on her face.

'You need to know where they physically are. Their exact location.' Clara responds and the Doctor nods.

'Yes.' He agrees and Clara stares at him as if he's proven her point. Rose widens her eyes at her meaning.

'I can do it.' She answers back firmly and grabs the netbook from him, holding it up out of his reach.

'Oi! I need that.' He cries out and Rose nudges him. She and Clara lock stares and Clara gives her an appreciative smile for understanding.

'Just let her do it. You've already hacked into the lowest operating system. Clara will have the physical location in what…? Under…' Rose trails off.

'Five minutes. Take him and get a coffee.' Clara instructs and Rose gets to her feet. She misses that as Clara had motioned to the café the Doctor had taken the netbook out of her hands.

'If I can't find them, you can't.' The Doctor replies firmly and Clara pulls the netbook towards her again.

'They uploaded me, remember. I've got computing stuff in my head.' Clara reminds him and the Doctor yanks the netbook back in his direction.

'So do I.' He retorts and Rose rolls her eyes as they continue to argue, playing a sort of tug of war with the netbook.

'I have insane hacking skills.' Clara points out.

'I'm from space, and the future, with two hearts and…twenty seven brains.' He decides and Clara gawks at him.

'Oh for god's sake.' Rose mutters. She swoops down and snatches the netbook, holding it over her head. They both stare at her in shock and Rose tucks the computer under her arm.

Clara decides to try again. 'And I can find them in under five minutes, plus photographs. Twenty seven?' She ends her sentence with a question and the Doctor looks away.

'Okay, slight exaggeration.' He agrees and watches as Rose hands the computer to Clara who flashes him a victorious smirk and then sticks her tongue out at him.

'Go with Rose and get coffee. Five minutes, I promise.' She watches as the Doctor leans back in the chair and checks his watch.

'The security is absolute.' The Doctor reminds her and Clara glances up to him.

'It's never about the security, it's about the people.' She replies firmly and begins to type at a rapid rate.

Rose sticks her hand in his face but he begrudgingly sits in the chair for a few more moments before he takes her hand and stands up. She begins to lead him inside but he stops and it causes Rose to. She can see he's studying Clara intensely and it seems she's finally felt his gaze on her because she stops and turns around.

'Why do you keep looking at me like that?'

'Sorry, no, it's nothing. It's just…you're a nanny. Isn't that a bit…Victorian?' He questions and Rose turns around fully to watch Clara, curious as to her answer. Will she have suppressed memories? Or is it as she's suspected and they are all individual but something binds them together.

'Victorian?' Clara echoes and frowns. The Doctor nods.

'You're young, shouldn't you be doing, you know, young things?' He wonders innocently and Clara narrows her eyes.

'What, like you two, for instance? Why are you pushing that so hard?' Clara muses and Rose feels her cheeks redden and turns away.

The Doctor has dropped Rose's hand and begun to walk toward Clara with his hand out placating. 'No, no, I didn't mean…' He lowers his hand and glances back at Rose, digesting Clara's words. 'Shut up!'

He marches back to Rose and takes her hand and walks inside before letting out an affronted gasp halfway in when Clara's words really begin to drive themselves home. Clara grins as she watches them head inside and resumes typing away.


As they walk towards the coffee bar, Rose steps out in front of the Doctor to stop him from continuing on. He doesn't want to hear what she has to say right away and presses on. Rose chases after him with a huff. He's staring intensely at a glass display loaded with pastries, he picks up a chocolate one and inhales it. Rose leans against the counter, just as he sets the pastry down on it.

'You have to understand. There is a connection, but it's not a mental one. It's something else. She's fragmented. The connection runs deeper.' Rose explains but the Doctor doesn't have a chance to answer her as the barista, and older man walks over to them.

'Oh, two more cappuccinos, and uh, Rose?' The Doctor turns to her.

'Double shot of espresso, please.'

'One moment, miss.' The barista smiles and walks over to the machine and begins the process. The Doctor begins staring at the pastries again, and Rose watches him, folding her arms.

They miss the electricity crackle and the flicker of the lights.

'So, did you think about what I said?' Rose wonders and he's quiet.

'Yeah…'

'This Clara, isn't our Victorian Clara…' Rose responds.

'You realise you haven't the slightest chance of saving your little friend?' The barista interjects and Rose and the Doctor turn back to him.

'What did you say?' Rose narrows her eyes and there is a flash of blue around the barista as he continues.

'I said one moment, miss,' The barista suddenly stops and stares ahead. 'I said, there is not the slightest chance either of you can save your little friend,' Rose and the Doctor stare transfixed at the barista as he continues. 'And don't annoy the old man, he isn't in fact, speaking.' All of a sudden he resumes his work.

The Doctor leans forward as the barista speaks, studying him. Rose straightens up and feels something behind her. She turns around to see a waitress staring at her. She's holding a tray against her body. Rose tilts her head as she speaks and the Doctor narrows his eyes.

'I'm speaking. Just using whatever's to hand,' The waitress explains. 'What a pretty girl, that Clara is. She's got nothing on…what did she call your significant other? Spitfire? You know, Spitfire, you'd make an excellent addition. I can see that already. However I suppose I must be patient.' The waitress has a sigh in her voice as she leans forward to Rose. They are nearly face to face before she straightens up and stares intensely at the Doctor.

'Uh…' He manages to get out before he leans into her face. There is a crackle and the waitress blinks, uncomfortable with the closeness and she smiles uncomfortably.

'You all right, sir?'

'Um, yes. Yes, fine.' He hastily hands the pastry to the waitress before running off to join Rose who has started for the outside again.

They stop just shy of where Clara is sitting, still feverishly typing away at the computer. The Doctor and Rose exchange looks before he starts to approach her.

'You okay?' He wonders nervously and Clara doesn't even glance up to them.

'Sure, setting up stuff, need a user name.' She explains and the Doctor smiles a bit.

'Learning fast.' He remarks.

'Clara Oswald for the win! Oswin!' She declares triumphantly and the Doctor gapes at her. He remembers instantly where he has heard the name before.

'Could always call me Oswin, seeing as that's my name.'

The Doctor hesitates and then dashes back into the café, yanking Rose with him. The moment the two of them enter the café once more, the waitress is waiting for them. Something is using that waitress to speak through her. She circles the Doctor and Rose, studying them. Rose watches her as well, ready to anticipate her movements and if she'll need to defend herself.

'Now, I want you both to take a look around. Go on,' The waitress encourages and Rose wonders where exactly the commands are coming from. Remotely, but where? 'Have yourselves a little stroll. And see how impossible your situation is. Go on,' She states again. 'Take a look, I do love showing off.'

Electricity crackles and the waitress continues her work. The Doctor and Rose glance around the room, suspicious of everyone.

'Well, this isn't good…' Rose breathes and snaps her head in the direction of where she believes she's heard the electricity crackle again. She watches as a small girl stands up from that table she had been sitting at with her family.

'Just let me show you what control of the Wi-Fi can do for one,' The girl states in her sweet voice. 'Stop!' She shouts.

Everyone in the café stops in their tracks. Rose widens her eyes as she can visibly see the blue digital energy passing over them. The Doctor folds his arms.

'I saw what you can do last night.' He reminds the puppet master.

'And clear!' The small girl shouts again.

The energy dissipates and everyone leaves the room. The Doctor shrugs, not terribly impressed. Energy crackles once more and a newsreader on the telly speaks as a different woman. Whenever she's jumping, she uses the same voice.

'We can hack anyone in the Wi-Fi, once they've been exposed long enough.' The newsreader explains and the Doctor frowns.

'So there's one of your walking base stations somewhere close.' He surmises.

'There's always…someone close. We've released thousands into the world,' The newsreader replies. 'They home in on the Wi-Fi like rats sniffing cheese.'


While the workers are at their stations, diligently working to their maximum capacities, the webcams flash individually. Mahler is patrolling the floor, ready to spring into action should he catch someone in an error as well as check everyone's progress. Alexei is the first to notice something is wrong.

'There's something up with the webcams.' He flags Mahler down and he heads to Alexei's station.


Clara beams to herself as all the photos of the works begin to upload themselves onto her screen. She laughs to herself and resumes working. She claps her hands quickly, snapping her fingers and gets back to work sorting through the photos. She brings up a face recognition site and uploads all the photos.


Rose and the Doctor stride towards the TV and she can quickly see that he's beginning to lose his patience. Things could get very heated very quickly.

'I don't know who you are or why you're doing this but the people of this world will not be harmed, they will not be controlled, they will not be…' He's cut off by the newsreader.

'They people of this world are in no…danger whatsoever. My client requires a steady diet of living human minds. Healthy, free range human minds. He loves and cares for humanity. In fact, he can't get enough of it.' Comes the reply. Rose crinkles her nose.

'Call it whatever you want. The fact remains that it's completely obscene and it is murder.' She states firmly.

'It's life,' The newsreader retorts evenly. 'The farmer tends to his flock like a loving parent. The abattoir is not a contradiction. No one loves cattle more than Burger King.'


Alexei leans in closer to Mahler so as not to startle the rest of the workforce. He swallows nervously and inhales deeply before he shares his concerns.

'I'm sure of it, someone's hacking the webcams. All of them.'

Mahler's head shoots up and he widens his eyes. 'Everybody check your webcams!' He demands.

'But what would be the point, taking mug shots of us lot?' Alexei wonders.

Mahler ponders his words and then it hits him like a ton of bricks. He understands what is happening. 'Who's on Facebook?' He questions.

Different workers begin to raise their hands. He mentally begins to curse.


Clara's search of the mug shots have taken her to a number of different social networking sites to find each of the workers' names. Clara grins as she finds her search is complete.


'Bebo? Myspace?' Mahler questions desperately. 'Habbo? Put your hands down if you didn't mention where you work.'

He pales when he sees that no one has lower their hands. They all remain raised. He rushes towards Kizlet's office unsure of how he will break the news to her that they have been breeched.


Clara sits back satisfied as all the sites she's been to have unanimously revealed that all of the people work for a company called the Shard. Clara turns over her shoulder to see the building in question sitting right there. She claps her hands together in victory and sits back in her chair, waiting for Rose and the Doctor so she can tell them the good news.


'This ends. I am going to end this today!' He shouts at the TV and the newsreader remain stoic.

'How? You don't even know where we are.' She reminds him and the Doctor narrows his eyes, getting angrier.

'Who's doing this? Who is your client? Hm? Answer me!'


Clara turns around as she notices the Doctor coming out of the café's interior, however he's missing someone. Figuring Rose was still waiting for the drinks, since the Doctor is empty handed, Clara beams at him and sits back in her chair.

'I did it. I really did, I did it. I found them.' She informs him.

'You found them.' The Doctor's reply is monotone. Clara doesn't notice it.

'The Shard. They're in the Shard. Floor sixty five.' Clara responds and motions to the building over her shoulder.

'Floor sixty five.'

'Are you listening to me, Doctor? I found them!' Clara replies. She thought for sure he'd be a bit more enthusiastic at her accomplishments. She figured he'd toss an insult even since she bested him.

'I am listening to you. You found them.'

Clara begins to grow nervous when she realises that this isn't the Doctor. She remembers that the strange girl in the house always repeated what she said. She widens her eyes as the Doctor's head spins around, revealing him to be a base station. Clara doesn't have time to scream before a beam shoots out from the dish.


The three of them watch Alexei's screen intensely as they witness Clara's upload complete itself. Alexei's face breaks out into a wide grin.

'We've got her! This time, we've really got her!'

Kizlet straightens up with a self satisfied smile. She abruptly turns on her heel and walks away.


Rose exits the café first and gasps, the Doctor sees her rushing towards Clara, now slumped over on the café table.

'Clara! Clara!' Rose calls and she tries to rouse her. She doesn't know that she's rushed by something else and the Doctor stops on his way to them, noticing that he's staring at himself. The head of the base station turns around and reveals Clara trapped there. Rose rushes to the Doctor when she notices what he's been staring at. She covers her mouth.

'Doctor? Doctor, help me. I don't know where I am. I don't understand. I don't know where I am! Please help me. I don't know where I am! I don't know where I am. Rose, please, please, help me. I don't know where I am.' Clara's voice loops over and over, pleading desperately to be found.

The Doctor steps forward and glances at Clara, still unconscious at the table and whips out the sonic, pointing it at the base station. Rose watches him and understands his game plan.

'Shall I accompany you? Make it more believable?' She offers and the Doctor eyes her with a bit of crooked grin.

'Are you just saying that? Is it an excuse? Reaching for anything to get yourself back on that motorbike again?' He wonders playfully and Rose folds her arms. She forgets how well he can read her as well.

'Maybe. I really like that bike.' She confirms and heads to the table, collecting her helmet from the ground. She puts it under her arm and waits for his signal to go.

'Actually, can you make a call first?' The Doctor questions and pulls a mobile out of his pocket.

Rose frowns. 'You want me to call…?'

'Yes, tell them, in exactly forty five minutes, where they need to be.' He replies and tosses Rose the mobile. She holds out her helmet and catches it, retrieving it and dialing the number. She waits for the phone to be answered, replacing the helmet under her arm.

'This is Marion Smith. Identification number: Delta Bravo Charlie, 524. I have a tip for you…'


Kizlet smirks as she and Mahler stare at the monitor on Alexei's computer screen and listen to Clara's frantic pleas to be released.

'Should we pulp her? Or keep her as a hostage?' Mahler wonders and Kizlet shakes her head.

'There's no point, she's fully integrated now, she can't be downloaded again. I'm sure they know that.' She replies as she walks away from the monitor.

Mahler spots something on the screens and glances back to Kizlet. 'I'm not sure they know that. They're coming.'

Kizlet and Mahler stare intensely at Alexei's screen.


Rose revs the motorbike, catching the light before it turns red and glances behind her, the Doctor is following her a few paces behind as they ride across Waterloo Bridge. They glance up to the Shard building before they shift gears and speed towards their destination.

The three of them watch as Rose and the Doctor's progress is very closely monitored by the many speed cameras that are along their route.


'We could stop them, I suppose.' Mahler offers and Kizlet shakes her head.

'Why bother? It might be quite funny. And I'd love to add the blonde to our collection.'


Rose and the Doctor are caught at the light on the street that is just across from the Shard's building. There is a man standing there with food and he suddenly comes to life as Kizlet uses him to speak to Rose and the Doctor.

'Really, now, on motorbikes? That hardly seems like your style.' He states and Rose lifts her visor.

'Oh honey, you don't know us at all.' Rose lowers it and the Doctor glances down to his own bike.

'I rode this in the Anti-Grav Olympics, 2074. I came last.' He admits with a sigh and the man doesn't move, merely stares deeply at them.

'The building is in lock down. I'm afraid you're not coming in.' He informs them and Rose nods her head. The Doctor smiles at her.

'Good luck!' Rose calls to him, her voice muffled.

'Did you even hear the word anti-grav?' He questions and Rose revs her bike, taking off and narrowly avoiding traffic. She loops the motorbike and drives right by them again in the opposite direction.

That distraction by Rose causes the man to follow her movements and misses the Doctor slam a red button on the control panel, twist the throttle and drives towards the Shard. The man barely has time to register his movements as the Doctor looks upwards.


Alexei is watching stunned from his computer screen unable to comprehend what exactly he is witnessing.

'Seriously? He can do that? He can really, actually do that?'

'Oh…dear…lord…' Kizlet mutters angrily.

Their attention is drawn to Kizlet's office at the sound of glass exploding and shattering. Already knowing who that was, no one dares acknowledge that fact. They are quiet, before Mahler glances from the office to Kizlet.

'I think that was your office.' Mahler points out and Kizlet straightens up.

'Excuse me,' Kizlet buttons and straightens her jacket. 'I believe it's someone to see me.' She strides towards her office.

Kizlet throws the doors open to her office to see the Doctor's motorbike lying on its side, in the middle of the floor surrounded by a vast amount of glass. She moves her gaze from the bike to the Doctor who is sitting at her desk, legs crossed and resting his feet on the surface of the desk. He is still wearing the helmet.

Kizlet walks towards him and smiles when they make eye contact. 'Do come in.'

'Download her.' The Doctor responds angrily.

'Sorry about the draft.' Kizlet motions to the smashed window. Her voice has a bit of a sigh in it; maybe it's more of a mild annoyance.

'Download her back into her body, right now.' The Doctor replies, his voice becomes devoid of emotion.

'I can't.' Kizlet responds dismissively. The Doctor eyes her.

'Yes, you can.'

'She's fully integrated part of the data cloud now,' Kizlet reminds him and she folds her arms across her chest. 'She can't be separated.'

'Then download the entire cloud. Everyone you've trapped in there.' He warns her but Kizlet doesn't respond to his threat.

'You realize what would happen?' She questions, but she is aware that he most likely already comprehends the results.

'Yes, those still with bodies to go home to would be free.' He replies and stands up with his arms out wide.

'A tiny number,' Kizlet admits and then flicks her wrist dismissively. 'Most would simply die.

The Doctor strides towards Kizlet until they meet face to face by the smashed window. The glass crunches under his feet.

'They're be released from a living hell,' The Doctor states firmly and checks his watch. 'It's the best you can do for them,' He leans forward and taps Kizlet on her nose. 'So give the order.'

'And why would I do that?' Kizlet inquires with a bit of smirk on her face. The Doctor matches her grin.

'Because I'm going to motivate you,' He replies and Kizlet's face drops. 'Any second now.'

The moment of fear passes over Kizlet and she begins to grow very angry. 'You ridiculous man! Why did you even come here? Whatever for?' She demands.

'I didn't.' The Doctor says, Kizlet finds herself gapping at him.

'What?' Kizlet breathes and stares at the Doctor staggered.

'I'm still in the café.'


The Doctor is still sitting in the rooftop café and glances up just as Rose slinks across the ground with a smirk on her face, her hair rather untamed and wild. He takes a final sip and holds it up for Rose when she comes to stand beside him, taking a drink for herself. Sadly there is milk in it.

He still has the netbook open and Rose glances at Clara still unconscious across from them on the table. Rose pulls a chair up beside the Doctor and smiles at Kizlet when she sees her on the screen.

'I'm finishing my coffee, and, as you can see, Rose just came back. It's a really lovely spot.' The Doctor informs her and Rose smirks at Kizlet, waving to her, as she continues trying to piece together what is happening.

'What are you talking about?' Kizlet wonders worriedly.

'You hack people. Me?' The Doctor informs her and has a smile on his face. 'I'm old fashioned,' They watch as the base station unclips the helmet and removes it. 'I hack technology. Here's your motivation!' The Doctor presses a button on the netbook.

They watch as the head of the base station in Kizlet's office, in the guise of the Doctor, spins around and they watch as Kizlet's face contorts into one of horror and shock. She begins to back away towards her desk, unsure of what to do.

'No. No. No! Not me! Not me!' She shouts angrily and widens her eyes as a beam shoots out from the base station.

Rose and the Doctor eye each other with a smirk.


Kizlet has now been added to vast, vast collection of faces on the wall monitors. Alexei and Mahler are watching in disbelief. She does not look impressed that she has been taken.

'Put me back! Download me at once! That is an order! That is an order!' She yells to them but Alexei and Mahler are not quick to move, instead debating the severity of what's just happened.

Alexei turns to Mahler. 'But she's fully integrated now. We'd have to download the entire cloud. We can't do that.'

Mahler ponders his words for just a moment before he nods his head. 'No. We can't.' He agrees.

However unbeknownst to him, the base station still in Kizlet's office has grabbed her tablet and uses it to increase Mahler's obedience. Something in his head sparks and he blinks.

'Download me!' Kizlet orders again and Mahler places his hand on Alexei's shoulder, without hesitation he gives his order.

'Do what she says!'

Alexei walks over to his computer and types in a command. The monitors on the wall go blank, cutting to black as the people have begun the process of being downloaded back into their bodies.


The Doctor closes the netbook as he and Rose witness Clara take a deep breath. She doesn't awaken right away. Rose gets to her feet and watches as the Doctor joins her; he stops next to Clara places his hand on her head, stroking her hair before he straightens up and reaches for Rose's outstretched hand. Grasping it firmly they head for the exit.

'All fragmentation has an origin point.' He tells her, Rose looks up to him.

'Question is…have we found the origin…or just another piece?' Rose agrees and they take one last look at Clara before they head off.

Moments after they have left, Clara awakens with a jolt and looks around.

'Doctor?' Clara wonders and she looks around. 'Rose? Doctor! Rose!'


Mahler is watching with shock as a massive amount of soldiers have abruptly poured into the building. He begins to angrily shout at them, confused as to what's been happening. He doesn't care that they're armed he just wants answers.

'You have no right to be in this office, and I am demanding that you leave at once!' He shouts to them but they continue to pass by him, giving him no notice. Finally, one stops in front of him.

'This building is under UNIT's control.'

Kizlet continues to watch the fiasco unfold from the security of her office, the door just propped enough so that she can see. She is unsure of how her client will react to her failings.

'What is UNIT? I've never heard of you!' Mahler screams at the soldier and it's then he sees that two more have stopped beside the first. A subtle warning.

'I suggest you calm down, sir.' The second soldier warns.

Kizlet quietly shuts her door and walks towards the monitor in her office wall. She switches it on and a face appears on the screen. It resembles someone that has long been deceased. According to whom, though? Kizlet begins to nervously wring her hands.

'UNIT are here, friends of the Doctor, I presume?' She questions.

'Oh, old friends, very old friends. Recently connected with Miss Tyler as well.' The client informs her and Kizlet looks to the ground.

'Then I appear to have failed you, Great Intelligence.'

'I have feasted on many minds, I have grown. But now, it is time for you to reduce.' The Great Intelligence declares and Kizlet looks up to him, inwardly she's terrified.

'You've been whispering in my ear so long, I'm not sure I remember what I was before.' She admits and feels her stomach twist itself into a knot. Her hands begin to shake as she glances at her tablet.

'Goodbye, Miss Kizlet.' The Great Intelligence replies and Kizlet slowly walks towards her desk, having to tear her eyes away from the wall.

Her tablet lays open on her desk, one menu open and she swipes to the next screen. She inhales deeply and holds the breath in her chest before exhaling slowly. Hastily she presses Return Factory Settings. Quickly before she changed her mind.

And with that completed another middleman is reduced to nothing, however with no gains yet on the connection between them all. The main adversary is allowed to continue to move freely throughout Earth. The next clash between them is looming on the horizon.


The Doctor glances up from his spot on the stairs at the sound of a soft knock echoing around the console room. He smiles a bit, knowing who was calling on him. He was surprised it had taken her this long. He shuts his book.

'Come in.' He calls and the door slowly opens, revealing Clara as she pokes her head through.

Slowly she enters the TARDIS, shutting the door behind her. 'So. He comes back, does he?' She muses but then looks around when she doesn't spot someone else. Luckily, she doesn't have to wait long.

'Sometimes. It's usually if he really likes you.' Clara glances up and the Doctor turns over his shoulder to see Rose.

She's finally emerged from her shower, towel drying her hair with a smile on her face. Clara studies her and then folds her arms.

'So I should consider myself lucky?' Clara questions as Rose drops down beside the Doctor. Rose nods her head.

'Oh yes.'

'You didn't answer my question.' The Doctor interjects and Rose notices the glasses on his face again. He is trying so hard to maintain a physical link to Amy. It still breaks her heart when she sees him in them.

'What question?' Clara says with a bit of shock in her voice.

'You don't seem like a nanny.' The Doctor repeats and Clara looks away for a few moments. Rose leans forward in anticipation as the Doctor watches her with a curiosity.

'I was going to travel. I came to stay for a week before I left and during that week…' Clara began and the Doctor smiles.

He turns the book over in his hands, trying to ensure the words that come out of his mouth sound as sympathetic as possible.

'She died, so you're returning the favour. You've got 101 places to see, and you haven't been to any of them, have you? That's why you keep the book.' The Doctor surmises but Clara's look becomes one of defiance.

'I keep the book cause I'm still going.' Clara informs him and she happily makes her way to the console. The Doctor nor Rose move from their spots on the stairs, instead choosing to watch her with a silent wonder. Simply because they wish to know how she came to be.

'But you don't run out on the people you care about,' The Doctor replies and takes off the glasses. 'Wish I was more like that.' He decides and puts his glasses into the inner jacket pocket. He's watching Rose as he said that.

Rose smiles at him. 'You know that isn't always true.' She whispers to him. He gives her hand a quick squeeze before he's on his feet and has used the railing to swing down to the floor. Rose remains seated.

'You know, the thing about a time machine, you can run away al you like and still be home in time for tea,' He informs Clara and slides over to the console. 'So what do you say? Anywhere. All of time and space, right outside those doors.' He prepositions Clara and she begins to laugh.

'Does this work? Eh?' Clara inquires and looks to Rose, she's got a bit of blush on her cheeks.

'Yes, it did for me. He's such a smooth talker.'

'Really? So you just crook your finger and people really do just jump into your snog box and fly away?' Clara wonders as she walks around the Doctor.

He frowns and follows her movements. 'It is not a snog box!'

'I'll be the judge of that.' Clara declares and watches the two of them turn a shade of crimson.

'Starting when?' The Doctor wonders as he attempts to act casual, leaning against the console. Rose gets to her feet and begins to make her way down.

'Come back tomorrow, ask me again.' Clara replies with a smirk and the Doctor frowns.

'Why?'

'Cause tomorrow, I might say yes. Some time after 7.00 okay for you two?' Clara doesn't wait for an answer as she heads to the doors and turns over her shoulder.

'It's a time machine, any time's okay.' He reminds her and Clara opens the door.

'See you then.' Clara smiles and walks out.

'Clara?' The Doctor calls and she pauses, poking her head back in.

'Uh huh?'

'In your book there was a leaf, why?'

'That wasn't a leaf, that was page one.' She informs him seriously, with a smile as she shuts the door behind her.

They are quiet for some time before Rose walks over to him. Together they watch the door again, each thinking the same yet different thoughts on who this mysterious girl is and her seemingly important connection to the Doctor.

Rose rubs his arm with her hand and smiles up at him. 'Come, come with me.' She tells him softly and leads him back to the stairs, bending down to collect the towel on the way up.

He studies her as she leads him through the TARDIS halls. Somehow they had managed to over come the hardest obstacles in their relationship. Given half the chance, he would have taken back everything he had done to her. Her love of him was so powerful, even if she had tried to deny it to herself when she first came onboard again. Their romance is so physical in every aspect that it sometimes leaves him feeling undone. He doesn't know how it makes her feel but that's how he can feel at times. But he has never stopped loving that girl. Overcoming the physical barrier that stopped them, it had only felt like yesterday to him, it opened up so many more doors for them. And it could possibly be the final step for her beginning to forgive him. Maybe even for him to begin to forgive himself.

She turns back to him and flashes a smile, so he stops in the hall and she frowns at him, clearly confused. She walks to him, catching the look in his eyes and gives a short nod, understanding what he's telling her.

'At least we don't have to sneak around like before.' Rose admits and he starts to walk again.

'What you didn't like that?'

'Not really, I got caught the last time.' Rose replies and he frowns.

'Really?'

'Just after you left the grounds, one of the monks caught me outside and was wondering if I was okay.'

'Ohh…'

'No more of that.' She states firmly.

It seems then that they have indeed moved over the most difficult part, especially if she was still so willing to share herself with him. While still so much of her life, her talents and abilities remain shrouded in the darkness; she's let him in.

One mystery begins to show signs of being solved while the main one they are currently facing only seems to grow more complicated. He believes that with Rose at his side once again…they can face anything that is thrown their way. And he's missed having her support when he's needed it the most.

The past cannot be changed even though his regrets always seem to collect, like old friends. They show up to have him relive his darkest moments…but Rose is here again.

And she cuts through the darkness like a ray of light. Because when he walks beside her, he is a better man. She can be many things to him, his Rose. She can be mercy at his feet, or his strength when he needs it the most and so many more.

He wonders if she knows just how much he loves her and what he'd do to keep her with him for as long as he can.


Omg you guys, I finally finished it. I'm so sorry it's taken so long but I had a nasty cold that knocked me on my ass for more than a week. It was awful. I couldn't think properly. But I'm finished.

I would just like to say that I am rather proud of the way this chapter came out. The interactions between Rose and the Doctor came together quite nicely. And I've further their relationship as well as touching on just how close she and John had become. That portion of the story is wrapping up as well. What do you guys think of the opening parts? I am jumping a head a lot, just so you don't get bogged down with too much detail.

If there is something you'd like me to write about Rose in the parallel world, drop me a review. I'd love to hear what you think of the opening part before the main story took place. I really worked hard on that one.

Enjoy the chapter guys! I'll see you next one.