The Doctor rushed out of the hut and stood among the bustling villagers who were rushing about, carrying various fruits and crafts. People would often look and stare at him but none would stop, they simply acknowledged him and then went on their way.

A majority of people were heading in one particular direction so the Doctor followed the masses. Again, no one seemed bothered by his appearance despite his bowtie, overalls, and coat contrasting against the camouflage colored cloth of the village.

Eventually, he found himself in what appeared to be the center of the village where dozens of men and women were gathering around ad trading goods with one another. There did not seem to be a monetary system but a trading system.

The Doctor saw people exchanging various meats for stranger looking fruits. He also saw more of the camouflage cloth that the villagers wore.

At first, the Doctor simply stood and marveled at all the different and exotic items being passed about. More villagers poured in and would often bum into him. After a few bump and looks, the Doctor decided to be a part of the spectacle.

He strode up to as many traders as possible and began inspecting everything. Traders began to notice him and started shouting their offers at him:

"1 pound of beetle chips for whatever you got!"

"I have fresh Foffian! Still moist!"

"Come on, mister! What would you give for two slices of Shade meat?"

The Doctor smiled and eventually walked over to one women selling Shade furs. She instantly tried to offer him the furs but the Doctor put a hand up and said, "I'm not here for the furs I'm afraid, although they are lovely and would make an excellent bow tie. I'm actually here for information or a story or two."

The women looked at him curiously but she wrapped up her furs and gave all her attention to the Doctor. "So what kind of story can I give you? I'm sorry, I don't even know your name and you don't know mine. I'm Heryet." She smiled and leaned towards him.

"Call me the Doctor." He smiled back but his smile dropped when he got a good look at her. Her eyes shimmered purple like the rest of her people but the Doctor noticed how her eyes were different shapes altogether; one was wider than the other. He could also discern different patches of skin on her face which were different tones. One ear also had two lobes. It looked as if someone had patched this woman together, doing a poor job at it.

"Are you well Doctor?" The woman eyed him curiously and went to touch his forehead. The Doctor grabbed her hand and instantly saw that she had six fingers. A small misshapen finger was attached to her index finger and looked more like a wart than a finger.

"Yes, I'm fine. So tell me, Heryet. How long have you lived in this village?"

Heryet seemed surprised by the question. "My whole life has been spent here. Where else would I go?"

"Right then. Well, I was here a while back and I don't remember the volcano doing that." He gestured toward the mountain that loomed over the market place, thick smog rising and circling the top.

"The mountain? It has done that for some time, before my birth. You have been here before? How long ago was that? Was it before-"

Heryet was cut off by a scream that echoed through the crowd. Everyone stopped and looked in one direction, straining to see what had happened. The Doctor jumped up and followed their gaze until he ended up at a man selling meat.

There was blood everywhere and there was a small by screaming and clutching his hand. From the looks of it, it seemed like the butcher had been slicing meat and this boy misplaced his hand and was cut by the man's bone cleaver.

The crowd of people simply stared and made no move to help the boy. The Doctor pushed through and went to comfort the child in obvious pain. He looked towards the people staring and exclaimed, "Well are you just going to stand there? Find me some bandages or-"He stopped when he looked back towards the boy and his injury.

The boy had stopped crying and was only quietly sobbing. The large slice on his hand that nearly removed his thumb was healing on its own. The skin was stitching itself back together at an alarming rate and the blood flow ceased altogether.

The Doctor glanced at the crowd around him who were all transfixed by the rapid healing. The Doctor discretely pulled put the sonic screwdriver and scanned the phenomenon of the healing. Readings showed a surge of energy flowing into the cut, accelerating the healing process.

However, just as the cut was about to close, another appendage starting to grow out of the cut. Soon the boy not only had a repaired thumb but he had a smaller finger growing out of the side of it.

Once the cut had healed, the crowd dispersed and continued their trade as if nothing had occurred. Soon, only the Doctor and the boy were left sitting there on the ground. The boy didn't attempt to run off, he was still staring at his new thumb and wart-like finger.

The Doctor grabbed the boy's hand and brought it close to his face. The boy did not protest. The Doctor examined it thoroughly and then whispered softly to himself, "This is not right…just not right at all."

Clara woke up to find herself in what looked like a hut. She had a damp cloth on her head and was lying down on a crude bed. He looked around and caught sight of the boy from the forest, Ter-lake. He was sitting in a chair, staring intently at her.

Clara pushed herself into a sitting position and the room started spinning. She closed her eyes and felt better.

"Ter-lake, where's—" she went to stand up but Ter-lake sprung from the chair and pushed her back down.

"Stay! I will find mate!" He ran out the door and left her there.

She eyed him curiously as he rushed out. "—the Doctor…wait, what do you mean 'mate'?