The Doctor found himself facing Missy's antibodies once more. Instead of his companions chasing him, however, they were instead finding a way to have him witness their deaths. He saw Rose fall off a cliff; he witnessed Martha being murdered by a Dalek. He even saw his old friend Jamie shot point blank. It was enough to drive any normal person mad and the Doctor himself was hardly holding on as he heard Missy laughing in the distance.
"You really think that I've given up on your own death so easily, Doctor?" Missy asked, her voice surrounding the Doctor as he fell to his knees grabbing his head in pain. "Make no mistake, my dear man, I have not forgotten about you."
The hall that the Doctor was in then filled with smoke. He immediately recognized it as a toxin known only to the planet of Gallifrey. It could kill any Time Lord instantaneously and would prevent any chance of regeneration. The Doctor held his breath and tried to make his way through the hall to the end. Barely holding on that was when the Doctor heard the all too familiar sound of the TARDIS. Impossible, he thought; inconceivable even.
Sure enough the TARDIS materialized directly in front of the Doctor. The door opened up and high powered fans from within cleared away the toxic fumes the Doctor was just nearly about to inhale. A hand reached out for the Doctor and he grabbed it being pulled inside the TARDIS.
Coughing and spluttering the Doctor grabbed the side of the TARDIS for support just as it took off away from Missy's war ship. Looking up the Doctor wore a look of confusion as he saw his former self. "I sent you away," the Doctor said coming face to face with the Ninth Doctor. "You should have no memory of me whatsoever."
The Ninth Doctor smiled. "I wasn't going to leave you behind with our oldest enemy having so much leverage over you. The moment you transported Rose and me back to my TARDIS I entered in the coordinates to this very spot. I knew eventually I'd see them and know to go there. The second I dropped off Rose and set off in the TARDIS my memories returned. It wasn't exactly painless but it would appear I arrived just in time."
Twelve had to admit, it was pretty ingenious. "What about the other us?" he questioned. "How do we get him back?"
"I have an idea about that," Nine admitted. "Hear me out." Twelve inclined his head and waved his hand letting his former self know he was willing to hear him out.
Meanwhile Clara was running for her life as the race of Porplexions was blasting down on werewolves and now citizens alike. The attack had spread past Buckingham Palace as waves of soldiers fought against the werewolves and slowed them down. Clara, still concerned for the Doctor and very much upset he sent her away, had to find a way to get the alien soldiers away from the citizens.
Clara, not believing she had it in her, had run halfway through London amidst the werewolves, aliens and humans alike. She finally stopped to catch her breath after she found that no one was in the immediate area. She had stopped just outside a grocery market. Taking it upon herself Clara decided to enter the shop to look for anything that could help her contact the Doctor, or at least something that could help her replenish her strength.
The shop was dark and she could hardly see a thing. Clara slowly made her way through to find a restroom of some sort when she saw an eerie green glow. Every instinct Clara possessed told her to leave it alone but she pressed on as the light provided her with a straight path.
At the very end of the shop Clara saw the all too familiar TARDIS. She wondered how it had ended up here but realized that it must have been sent here after Missy shot the three separate TARDIS' out of the sky. The door was opening and was emitting a ghostly green light. Clara decided her best bet to contact the Doctor was to go inside and use the TARDIS interface to reach him.
Just then a figure appeared from the doorframe of the TARDIS. Clara's heartbeat increased rapidly as she recognized the man who stepped outside. Standing before Clara wearing an all too familiar pair of suspenders and a bowtie was the Eleventh Doctor who had an appearance of confusion yet excitement, something that was all too common for the Time Lord.
"Clara Oswald!" the Eleventh Doctor exclaimed. He ran up to her and embraced Clara who had absolutely no words upon seeing the previous incarnation of the Doctor she was traveling with. "I thought I lost you for good. How many times do I have to tell you not to go wandering on your own? Well don't look so upset! I'm glad I found you, though!" Still Clara remained speechless. "Landing here was a bit tricky, though. The TARDIS, well she didn't want to land. It was tough, but you know me, I managed it without a hitch!"
The Doctor looked around, oblivious to Clara's shock. "The readouts on the computer were off the charts, too! 2015 must be the year for anomalies, but nothing we can't handle though, eh Oswald?" He then looked to Clara and processed her reaction.
"Ah, I see," the Doctor replied. "It's happened again, hasn't it?" He sighed and shook his head. "I always knew I'd find a way past the rules of regeneration. So how do I look now? Am I old?"
Clara remained silent, unsure of what to do. Sure one version of the Doctor had been sent away but now the one Doctor she remembered best was here? But then perhaps this was a good sign. If anyone could get her back on that ship it was this Doctor. He'd have no issue sending her back up there but he would surely insist joining her.
The Doctor looked to Clara with a serious expression. "How many of me are there?" he then asked.
"Two for sure, though there were three," Clara finally got out. The Doctor nodded and grabbed her arm heading back into the TARDIS.
