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This time the outfit doesn't come from my polyvore but she wears the yellow dress that Caroline Forbes (from the TV show, the Vampire Diaries) for the Founder's Parade. You can see what the dress looks like on goggle. And she does have a cover to get herself from freezing in the cold weather in this particular episode LOL. But yeah, that's her outfit :)

Sophie's POV…

"What're you doing?!" I demanded once I had caught up to them.

"Oh, it's such a tragedy, miss," The young woman told me hastily. "Don't worry yourself, me and the master will take care of it."

My eyes narrowed at her as I tried to look inside of the hearse, but she blocked my way. "The fact is, this poor lady's been taken with the brain fever and we have to get her to the infirmary."

Of course I didn't believe her, but I decided to go along with it. I smiled a fake smile.

"You're in luck then, I'm a nurse." Before the woman could protest, I gently pushed her out of the way and opened the doors to the hearse, spotting the old woman laying there. I felt her pulse but there was none, earning a gasp from me. "She's dead!" I stepped back from the old woman and turned to look at the younger woman, who gulped at my sudden glare, "What did you do to her? Did she have something to do with what happened in the theater?"

Suddenly, the younger woman looked frightened, answering my question. My glare fell and my voice softened.

"Look if you tell me what's going on, maybe I could help," I said gently. "I have a friend. He's called the Doctor. If anyone can help, he can, so tell me…what happened?"

It looked like she was about to tell me. She even opened her mouth, but nothing came out, as her gaze left mine, looking behind me. Before I could even look to see what she was looking at, I felt myself being grabbed from behind, no doubt by the man who was with the younger woman. I struggled in his grip, kicking my legs. Though I hated being the damsel in distress type, I found myself screaming.

"Help me! Help me! Doctor! Doc…!" Just then, a rag was pressed hard against my mouth and nose, cutting off my scream.

There must have been chloroform on the rag because that was the last thing I remembered as my body went limp.

When I woke up, I found myself laying on a long table, which my entire body fit on. I sat up and groaned, rubbing my head as it pounded.

It took me a couple minutes to remember what happened. When I did, I cursed out loud. That man was going to pay for kidnapping me.

I knew I would be fine, though, the Doctor would come for me. He would see I was gone and would do anything in his power to find me.

At least I hoped so.

There was some part of me that thought he wouldn't. I ignored that part of me though.

I slowly got off of the table, going over to the door to try and get out of here, but the door was locked, causing me to groan. I continued to try pull the door even though it wouldn't budge. Since I was busy doing this, I didn't notice that the gas from the lamps in the room filled a nearby corpse named Redpath.

Eventually, I gave up on trying to get to door open. Huffing, I settled myself back on the table with my arms crossed over her chest. Great. Now I had to sit and wait for someone to save me. Grr, I hated that.

I hated being one of those girls, who had to wait for someone to save them. But I had no choice.

I sighed. It was then I heard something behind me and I froze as I slowly turned my head to see what it was.

My eyes widened at the sight of a man, sitting up in a coffin, looking deathly pale, like the old woman had been.

I jumped to my feet. "Please tell me this is a joke," I said to myself as the man started making zombies noises at me. "Oh God, please let it be a joke."

The man climbed out of the coffin and staggered towards me, still making those noises. I let out a squeak.

"Okay, not a joke."

I ran towards the door again, but this time, I banged on it hard. "Open the door! Get me out of here! I swear to God, I'm going to kill you for leaving in here with some dead guy!" Then I turned my face back around and saw the old woman heading my way too and corrected myself loudly, "Dead people!" Quickly thinking, I grabbed a nearby vase. I didn't toss the vase like someone else probably would have. Instead, I smacked the man since he was the closest in the face with it. It didn't do much, but he did stumble backwards and almost fell to the ground. This gave me time to bang on the door again.

"Come on! Let me out of here!"

Again no one came and I pressed myself against the door, eyes wide, as the corpses got closer to me. I couldn't help but scream.

Then, the man grabbed me with one of his arms while using his other hand to cover my mouth, muffling my scream. I struggled in his grip, kicking and still screaming even though it was muffled, as he pulled me away from the door.

Just then, the Doctor kicked open the door and he growled at the sight of me being manhandled. "I think this is MY dance." He roughly pulled me out of the man's grip and his arm looped around my waist, pulling me up against his side protectively. I leaned against him as I panted, catching my breath.

A different voice spoke, making me notice that the man from the theater was there and he gaped at the two corpses, who were now staying still. "It's a prank? It must be. We're under some mesmeric influence."

"No, we're not. The dead are walking." The glare was gone from the Doctor's face as he looked down at me with a grin. "Hi!"

Despite the situation, I grinned back at him. "Hey!" Then I teased him, "Took you long enough to save me, Doctor."

"Sorry," The Doctor apologized, not getting that I was just teasing. "Got distracted by meeting Charles Dickens."

I gasped loudly. "What?!" My voice grew excited, "No way! You met Charles Dickens! He's my favorite writer next to Shakesphere!" Normal girls my age would swoon over Brad Bitt or Orlando Bloom but I would swoon over writers and historical people. Something people found strange, which was why I didn't have many friends in school. Except for Rose, of course. I pouted. "You're so lucky. I wish I could have met him."

"You can." I gave him a confused look, but he just grinned as he gestured over to the man, "Charles Dickens meet Sophie McQueen."

My mouth dropped as I stared wide eyed at the man, who was apparently Charles Dickens, THE Charles Dickens. "No."

"Yes."

"No!"

"Yes."

"No!"

"Yes!" The Doctor grinned as I gave a squeal and beamed over at Charles Dickens.

"It's such a honor to meet you, Mr. Dickens!" I said excitedly.

"Just call me Charles, dear." This got made me beam at him even brighter. After things calmed down, the Doctor turned back towards the corpses.

"My name's the Doctor, who are you then?" he asked. "What do you want?"

"We're failing," The man said. "Open the rift, we're dying. Trapped in this form – cannot sustain – help us." Before we could react, he and the old woman raised their heads to the ceiling as blue gas left them with a wailing scream. With that, the corpses collapsed to the ground.

I shared a look with the Doctor.

What the heck was that about?

We all gathered in the parlor and Gwyneth, the young woman, suggested that we have a nice cup of tea while we talked.

As she poured the tea, I was pacing the floor, ranting at Mr. Sneed as I moved my arms around in a comical way.

"First of all you drugged me, then you kidnap me, and don't think I didn't feel your hands go up my skirt and touch my ass, you dirty old man!" I heard the Doctor snigger, which was a big mistake on his part, and I whirled around to glare at him. He noticed and his laughter stopped, "It's not funny, Doctor!" I snapped at him heatedly. "No one gets to touch me like that unless I give them permission, which doesn't happen often!" That said, I returned to rant at Mr. Sneed, "You're so lucky that I wasn't awake or I would have slapped you so, you wouldn't even remember your name!"

"I won't be spoken to like this!" Mr. Sneed sputtered in disbelief.

I rolled my eyes. "Oh shut up! And not only that, you stuck me in a room full of zombies and then you just left me there to die!" I threw my arms in the air before placing my hands on my hips as I leaned forward and demanded, "Now start talking and tell us what the hell is going on!"

"It's not my fault, it's this house!" Mr. Sneed exclaimed. "It always had a reputation. Haunted. But I never had much bother until a few months back. And then the stiffs—"Seeing the mildly offended look on Charles' face, he cleared his throat, "…the er, dearly departed started getting reckless."

"Tommyrot," Charles muttered.

"You witnessed it! Can't keep the beggars down, sir! They walk. And it's the queerest thing that they hang on to scraps."

Gwyneth came up to the Doctor, handing him his tea. "Two sugars, sir, just how you like it." As she retreated, the Doctor stared after her curiously.

Mr. Sneed went on, "One old fella used to be a sexton almost walked into his own memorial service! Just like the old lady going to your performance! Just as she planned."

Charles shook his head again disbelief. It surprised me that he didn't believe it. He saw it for himself and he was a writer. Weren't writers supposed to believe in the impossible?

"Morbid fancy," Charles muttered again.

The Doctor rolled his eyes. "Oh, Charles, you were there."

"I saw nothing but an illusion."

"If you're going to deny it, don't waste my time. Just shut up."

Charles looked at him stunned. Even I was stunned.

"Doctor…" I said his name in an almost scolding tone. He glanced at me and from the look in his eyes, I could see that he didn't mean it, but he didn't let it show on his face as he turned to look at Sneed.

"What about the gas?" he asked him.

"That's new, sir. Never seen anything like it."

The Doctor crossed his arms over his chest, looking serious. "Means it's getting stronger, the rift's getting wider and someone's sneaking through."

This spiked my interest. "The rift?" I repeated, titling my head to the side. "What's the rift?"

"A weak point in time and space." My mouth made a 'o' shape. "The connection between this place and another. That's the cause of ghost stories, most of the time."

A look of realization crossed Sneed's face, "That's how I got the house so cheap."

Bored with this conversation, I saw Charles sneak out of the room. I was the only one who noticed though.

Quietly, I followed him and I caught up to him before he got too far. "Mr. Dickens," I called softly, startling him. He turned around to face me. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, yes, I'm fine," he said rather quickly, so I knew he was lying.

"Look, I know this is a lot to take in, but what you saw was real," I told him gently. He opened his mouth to protest, but I didn't let him, "Just because it's hard to believe doesn't mean it's not. There's a lot in this world that people have no idea about, stuff that they're scared to believe. But just because you're scared, you can't deny what's right in front of your eyes."

Charles didn't say anything, and I gave him a soft smile, before going to find Gwyneth, feeling the need to talk to her.

I found her in the kitchen, lighting up a gas lamp. Seeing the dishes at the sink, I went over to there and began washing them. Gwyneth saw and instantly protested as she went over to me.

"Please, Miss! You shouldn't be helping! It's not right."

"It's fine," I reassured her. "I really don't mind. I do the dishes with my aunt all the time." Gwyneth looked surprised by this, but luckily, she didn't try to stop me from helping as I handed her rag, "You dry and I'll wash." We started on the dishes together and I striked up a conversation, "Not to be rude or anything, but how much do you get paid?"

"Eight pounds a year, miss."

I frowned, "That's it?"

"I know. I would have been happy with six."

I put a smile on my face as I nodded. "So, how long have you worked for Mr. Sneed?"

"Since I was twelve."

"Did you go to school?"

Gwyneth looked offended. "Of course I did. Do I look like an urchin? I went every Sunday. Nice and proper."

"Once a week?"

She nodded. "We did sums and everything." She then made a face, making me giggle. "I hated every second of it."

"You sound like my best friend, Rose. She hated it too." Gwyneth and I laughed.

Then Gwyneth leaned in and whispered as if what she was telling me was a secret, "Don't tell anyone, but once a week, I didn't go and ran on the heath all on my own!"

"I did plenty of that." Even though Rose had to convince me to do half of the bad stuff I did in school, like skipping, but I didn't tell Gwen that. "I used to go down to the shops with Rose." I giggled. "And we would look at all the boys." Funnily enough that was where I met Lucas, who Rose introduced me to.

Gwyneth instantly stopped laughing and she looked scandalized. "Well, I don't know anything about that, miss." She went back to drying the dishes that I washed.

"Oh come on, there must be someone who caught your eye," I said with a knowing smirk as I nudged her in the side.

She didn't say anything for a moment. "Well…I suppose…" she hesitated.

"Go on."

"There is one lad…"

"Who is he?" I asked excitedly.

"The butcher's boy." Gwyneth smiled dreamily. "He comes by every Tuesday. Such a lovely smile on him!" She let out a giggle.

"I love a nice smile," I gushed. "Good smile, has to be nice, kind, smart…and having a nice bum is definitely a plus." Absentmindedly, I thought of the Doctor as I said those things.

Once again, Gwyneth looked shocked. "Well, I never heard the like!"

I just laughed and she laughed too. "You should ask him out," I said. "Ask him out for a cup of tea or something."

"I swear, it is the strangest thing, miss. You've got all the clothes and the breeding, but you talk like some sort of wild thing!"

"I don't think that's a bad thing, though, Gwyneth," I told her softly. "There's more to life than the lift you're living. You have to have more than Mr. Sneed in your life."

"Ah, now that's not fair." Gwyneth shook her head. "He's not so bad, old Sneed. He was very kind to take me in. Because I lost my mum and dad to the flu when I was twelve."

Instantly, I felt bad and my heart clenched for her. I knew what it was like to lose both of your parents. It was the most awful feeling in the world.

"I'm so sorry, Gwyneth," I whispered sadly.

"Thank you, miss." She smiled. "But I'll be with them again, one day. Sitting with them in paradise. I should be so blessed. They're waiting for me. Maybe your parents are up there waiting for you too, miss."

At that, I froze. "Who told you my parents were dead?"

Gwyneth looked nervous as she quickly turned away from me to continue drying. "I don't know, must've been the Doctor," she said lightly to mask the nervousness.

"No…it couldn't have been the Doctor…he doesn't know about my parents…besides…they died years back."

"You've been thinking about them lately, more than ever."

"I guess…" I stared at her. "How do you know all of this?"

"Mr. Sneed says I think too much. I'm all alone down here." I didn't believe her and I would have opened my mouth to tell her this, but she quickly changed the subject, "I bet you've got a dozen servants, haven't you, miss?"

For a moment, I forgot about that conversation as I laughed. "No…no servants where I come from."

"And you've come such a long way."

These words were enough to make me freeze again. "What makes you say that?" I asked cautiously. What was going on?

"You're from London. I've seen London in drawings, but never like that." Gwyneth stared at me intently, so much so I couldn't help but shiver."All those people rushing about. Half naked, for shame. And the noise... and the metal boxes racing past... and the birds in the sky... they're metal as well. Metal birds with people in them. People flying. And you - you've flown so far, further than anyone! The things you've seen... the darkness... the big bad wolf—" She snapped out of whatever trance she was in as she staggered backwards, knocking some of the dishes down with frightened look on her face. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, miss!"

"It's alright," I assured and I tried to put my hands on her shoulders to calm her, but she jerked back.

"I can't help it – ever since I was a little girl. My mum said I had the sight. She told me to hide it!"

"But it's getting stronger. More powerful, is that right?"

Gwyneth and I jumped at the sound of the Doctor's voice as we turned around to see him standing in the doorway. How long had he been standing there?

"All the time sir," Gwyneth admitted. "Every night. Voices in my head." She tapped the side of her head.

"You grew up on top of the rift. You're part of it. You're the key."

The key? What was that supposed to mean? This wasn't Buffy: The Vampire Slayer.

"I tried to make sense of it, sir," Gwyneth told the Doctor. "Consulted with spiritualist, table wrappers, all sorts."

"Well, that should help. You can show us what to do?"

I looked at him confused. "What are you talking about?"

"We're going to have a séance."

TBC...

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The Unquiet Dead, Part 3...

Written In The Stars won the poll but since Rewritten was so close to winning, I decided to work on it too! So hope that makes you happy! :D But obviously, Sophie is gonna be Bad Wolf, so no twist there. There will be twists though in this story because come on, it's me ;) Oh and those wondering when the mating dream is going to be, I can tell you it'll be after they meet Jack. Anyway, please leave reviews and tell me what you think! I think the next update will be soon because I want to finish this episode so we can get to the Aliens of London/World War Three cus Nine gets to see Sarah Jane again! Yay! So look out for the last part of the Unquiet Dead soon! Love you guys! :D