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Chapter 10

Clara made sure to have a good look at the front of the TARDIS as the Doctor drove past. He had already explained to her that he was going to park around the back and they were going to go in the house in the back entrance. She couldn't make out how the house seemed so big. She knew it was something that she would have to ask him about at a later stage if there was going to be a later stage.

The Doctor was a few steps ahead of her and she thought it was for good reason, as soon as she entered the house, he was deep in conversation with Idris. She could just about hear the whispers that she shouldn't be there and that he shouldn't be investigating the missing students. The Doctor was trying to reassure her that he had everything under control but Idris just kept telling him that he was in enough trouble already. Even when he showed her the phone, telling her that it screams at him that it should be his investigation, she tried to argue otherwise. Clara just got a feeling that Idris didn't like her.

"Doctor, if that is evidence, then it should be handed in. If you don't want to give it to the detective investigating then at least give it to the commissioner." Idris said, not keeping her voice low.

"Idris, they won't take it seriously. I am a joke to the MET."

"And you won't be part of the MET if you continue. You have been told, very sternly, to stay away from the case. I do not want to be programmed down. K9 will go on the scrap head and you… you will not remember a thing about what you have done. UNIT and the TARDIS is not going to be disbanded because you couldn't do as you are told. I will make sure that you will stay away. Give me the phone and take Clara home."

The Doctor grip tightened on the phone as she held her hand out.

"No. I got to do this Idris. Otherwise, they will never find those students."

Clara didn't know whether she should have followed the Doctor straight away until Idris turned to her.

"I hope you are happy now. He is going to lose more than you could ever imagine. For you."

She opened her mouth to come up with some reply but there was a part of her that thought that Idris was probably right. He wouldn't have come back to Coal Hill if he didn't have to give her back her laptop. But she thought that the Doctor had a more curious mind than that. He wasn't doing this because of her but because he had to know the answer.

Clara was quite surprised when Idris brought in a tray with two cups and a pot of tea. If anything, it was if she had read her mind. Clara could really do with a cup. Idris placed the tray down on the table before walking over the Clara.

"Just. Don't get too involved. By law, technically, you can't. But sometimes the law doesn't work. What could we charge you with? Helping a police detective?"

"Why can't I get involved?"

"Again by law, I can't tell you."

"Then why mention it?"

Idris paused for a moment. "There is only one way that you can find out. He would usually tell you but he can't. There is a bedroom upstairs. In that bedroom, there are a number of books that will answer that question. What being the Doctor is all about? Why maybe you should get involved? Why you shouldn't get involved? Maybe all the questions you have will be answered."

She didn't stick around after that and Clara didn't know what to make of how Idris was with her. Sometimes she was made to think that she didn't want her about and other times, it made her think that she wanted her around.

"Why is it called the TARDIS?"

"I don't actually know. One of the granddaughters of the first doctor chose the name and it just stuck. I think she just hoped that her grandfather's job was more exciting than it seemed."

Clara moved to make the tea, pouring out two cups and made one to her taste. She sat back into her seat and took a sip.

"Up the stairs, on the second floor. Third door on the right."

"Sorry?"

"The bedroom that Idris was on about."

Clara turned to leave the room but just managed to catch him muttering about not actually asking her yet. She made sure that she had her tea in hand as she left him with the phone. She wasn't really being a big help anyway. She allowed one of her hands to glide along the bannister as she took the stairs up. She muttered to herself about where it was as if she was going to forget. She wanted to explore how big the actual house was but didn't think it was the time or the place. She was on her way to find the books.

She pushed open the door to the room and immediately saw the bookshelf that took up the whole back wall. If anything, she felt like she was in a dream. For her, there was nothing better than a nearly full bookshelf. She walked over to it and started to browse. She took in the funny titles that had been written on a separate piece of paper and then stuck to the spine. She left the older looking ones and settled on the ones that could be more recent.

She picked up one that was called 'The Weeping Angels'. She turned back to the room to see where she could sit to read it. She took a note of the desk and chair on the wall next to where the books were and the armchair in the corner near the door. She picked up a couple more that took her fancy before making her way to the armchair.

She opened 'The Weeping Angels'. Her brow creased in confusion as she saw that it was handwritten by a Martha Jones. She looked at the other books, wondering whether they were all the same. All handwritten books about one man. She got herself comfortable in the chair before she started to read.