Chapter Ten
The Doctor and Amy returned to the TARDIS yet again.
As soon as the door swung shut the Doctor turned to Amy, "Do you remember Emma having a brother when you were young?"
"Yes… No…I don't know," Amy attempted to gather her memories together, "Well, she always talked about one. So I never once thought he didn't exist. I just assumed he wasn't around."
"Okay, we are going to go to the day when she was taken," The Doctor had already began starting the TARDIS up.
Amy hoped they got the right date this time.
It was night-time. They were outside Emma's house.
So far so good.
Amy knew the Doctor meant business because they didn't knock on the door and pretend to be anyone this time. Instead he used his sonic screwdriver to break in.
The house was deadly silent, shadows reflect along the walls in the moonlight, and there seemed as though there was a slight chill in the air. It was undoubtedly eerie.
They both crept up the stairs. Amy felt like her heart was pounding in her throat. She felt ready to jump at any sound, even her own as her footsteps caused a slight creaking which seemed to echo louder than they probably were. She kept catching her breath, frightened that she was even breathing too loud. She had been in many similar situations with the Doctor, but this somehow felt worse. It was her village, her friend, her old life. It all felt too close to home. She'd much prefer it if this mystery was occurring on some distant planet.
Emma's door was again slightly ajar.
The Doctor was the first to enter, Amy close behind.
The first thing Amy noticed was that the room was incredibly chilly. This was presumably because the window was wide open, the night's air caused the curtains to rise and fall in a ghostly manner.
Next, Amy noticed that Emma's bed was empty. The bed covers were dishevelled as though someone had been sleeping in them but Emma was nowhere to be seen.
Then she noticed the glinting and sinister presence of the mirror…and the puddle of blood that lay beneath it.