Watching the Doctor

by RedRobyn2

The Doctor is stranded in prison, dealing with the revelations of the Timeless Child and the memories of her time travelling, all alone. Until the Tardis decides enough is enough and gathers her and some of her more recent companions to help her deal with her past and make some amends by watching her adventures. Characters watch the show, set after Timeless Child/Pre-Resolution.

22. Deep Breath

Hello everyone!

Yes I know I am very late this week. Life is chaotic and busy (in a mostly good way thankfully at the moment). Because of this I am going to amend my update schedule to: Will try to get a chapter out every weekend but it could be up to every two weeks depending on my schedule and how long the chapter is. Don't worry, I'm not abandoning anything anytime soon, I might juts need more time to write some of the chapters.

So with that out of the way, I hope you enjoy this chapter - Deep Breath. Next chapter (which should come out sometime end of this week/start of next week hopefully) is the Magician's Apprentice (so get ready for more Missy!).

Also I've had a few people debate theory and stuff in the comments which I love! I'm also on tumblr (under the same name) so you are very welcome to come talk to me there if you want to!

Please keep your suggestions coming and let me know what you think of the chapter and story at large, I absolutely love all your comments!

One last thing, I've had this in my head half the time I was writing this chapter so I am sharing it: Sing it with me! (To the tune of 'It was Agatha All Along) It Was the Mistress All Along!

Anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter and thank you for reading.

Thank you.

Robyn

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The group used up all of the suggested five minutes to bring their emotions back under control. The last video had just been the final straw that broke the camel's back and let lose the emotions they been holding in for several videos beforehand. Once everyone was more composed, they settled back in their sofas their attention was turned to the screen again. They were all apprehensive about the newest video they were going to be shown and all hoping for a break from the emotional trauma of the last few videos.

As they'd come to expect now, the screen turned black as the new video's title appeared for the first time.

"Deep Breath?" Donna raised an eyebrow, "I swear these titles are getting more obscure."

The Doctor scrunched up her face, trying to figure out any of her adventures that would fit a title like that but coming up blank. "No ideas for this one, guess we'll just have to wait and see." The group shrugged at that and turned their attention to the screen to see what was going to be shown, all wondering who and what it was going to feature.

[Albert Embankment]

(On the south side of the River Thames in London, across from Thorney Island and the Houses of Parliament, a crowd is gathered as Big Ben chimes three o'clock and a dinosaur roars at it.)

"Is that a dinosaur? In the Thames?" Martha asked blinking confused at the screen, before glancing at the Doctor and sighing. "I feel like I shouldn't even be surprised anymore."

"Oh." Clara breathed out, glancing between the screen and the Doctor in realisation of what they were going to see this time.

"You know what this one's about?" Rose asked Clara, seeing the recognition in the other's eyes.

"Yes." Clara answered glancing at the Doctor once more who nodded. "I'm pretty sure this is set right after the last one."

The group nodded thoughtfully at that. If this one was set right after the other it meant the Doctor was newly regenerated and they'd have to watch those struggles, and see Clara's reaction to the new regeneration of the Doctor.

POLICEMAN: Come on, out of the way. Move yourself, please. Coming through. That's it. Excuse me, sir.
(A trio are escorted through the crowd to a police Inspector.)
GREGSON: Madame Vastra, thank God. I'll wager you've not seen anything like this before.
VASTRA: Well, not since I was a little girl.

"She's that old?" Bill asked in a bit of awe, leaning forward and the Doctor consolidated the thought of introducing Bill to the Paternoster gang.

"Yes, she was born about 65 million years ago." The Doctor grinned, it was always good for her to spend time with people older than her, even if it didn't happen older and Vastra was a great friend, even when she was being difficult like after regenerating here.

JENNY: Big fella, isn't he?
VASTRA: Dinosaurs were mostly this size. I do believe it's a she.

"How can she tell from that distance?" Amy asked, genuinely curious.

"She learnt when she was younger." The Doctor shrugged, not quite knowing Vastra's technique.

JENNY: No, they weren't, I've seen fossils.
VASTRA: I was there.

"A primary source is certainly better than Victorian guest work based of a few bits of fossils." Clara smiled, going into teacher mode.

The Doctor nodded with her own grin, "Oh you should certainly look at old Victorian ideas of what the fossils were, very entertaining."

GREGSON: Well, that's all well and good, but what's this dinosaur fellow doing in the Thames?
(The Tyrannosaurus Rex is pacing and bellowing in the river, and still standing taller than the Elizabeth Tower, then known simply as the Clock Tower because of the four clock faces and Big Ben housed within it. That makes the creature well over 315 feet or 96 metres tall. Naturally, the crowd screams.)

"She is very big." Mickey remarked with a low whistle upon seeing the dinosaur in the Thames.

VASTRA: It must have time travelled. Jenny?

"No, I think the dinosaur is naturally there." Ryan muttered, voice dripping with sarcasm. Yaz smiled but nudged him in the side.

(Jenny holds up a hand-scanner, which is part of her glove.)
GREGSON: Time travelled?

"Poor guy, he has no clue what's going on." Rory sighed feeling very sympathetic for the poor man who had no clue what he had stumbled into.

(The dinosaur tries to cough something up.)
JENNY: Is it choking?
VASTRA: There seems to be something lodged in its throat.
JENNY: How could it time travel?

"I'm going to guess that is where you come in." River raised an eyebrow at her wife, who shrugged a bit sheepish.

VASTRA: I don't know. Perhaps it was something it ate.
(The dinosaur manages to dislodge the obstruction in its throat, and a small blue box with a light on top flies out of its mouth to land right way up on the riverbank below the crowd.)

"What?" Amy exclaimed, "You know what? No. Do I want to know how you got eaten by a t-rex?"

Clara rolled her eyes with a huff, "Turns out they really can't pilot the Tardis after regeneration. Even less so than normal."

GREGSON: Stand back. Stand back, stand back.
(He pushes his way forward to a better vantage point.)
GREGSON: Well, it's just laid an egg.

"That's … that's … Yeah, no. He has no idea of how that works." Bill declared; a bit bewildered by Gregson's comment.

VASTRA; It's dropped a blue box marked Police out of its mouth. Your grasp of biology, it troubles me.

"Very worrying." Martha agreed with Vastra on screen.

JENNY: It's the Tardis.
VASTRA: It would seem so.
JENNY: We'll take care of this, Inspector.

"I think you better had." Jack grimaced, the normal Victorians would have no idea of how to deal with any of that and if the Doctor had just regenerated than he wasn't going to be in much state to be very helpful.

Clara and the Doctor shared a glance, both thinking about the horrible fate of the dinosaur.

GREGSON: But what if that thing goes on the rampage?
(Vastra takes balls with three legs out of a sack.)
VASTRA: Place these lanterns on the shoreline and bridges, encircling the creature at twenty foot intervals.
GREGSON: What will they do?
VASTRA: They will emit a signal that will incline it to remain within their circumference. Jenny, Strax. With me.

"Very useful." Mickey nodded, glad that they at least had a plan for that much.

(They go down the stone stairs to the river bank.)
JENNY: So it's him, then, the Doctor?
VASTRA: A giant dinosaur from the distant past has just vomited a blue box from outer space.

"Isn't that a statement you never thought you'd hear." Yaz grinned, earning chuckles of agreement from the group.

[River bank]

VASTRA: This is not a day for jumping to conclusions. Strax, if you wouldn't mind?
(Strax knocks on the Tardis door. It is smeared with sputum from its previous location.)
STRAX: Hello? Exit the box, and surrender to the glory of the Sontaran empire.

"Does he say that every time?" Ryan asked.

The Doctor shrugged with a fond smile (which she would never admit too), "It's part of his 'programming' so to say, and despite joining Vastra and Jenny, he's still Sontaran."

(A tall grey-haired man opens the door and looks out. Smoke comes out as well.)

The group all smiled upon seeing the familiar face of Eyebrows, even though it was tinged with the memories of the painful regeneration they'd just watched. Clara and Bill shared a grin, both thinking back on their memories with this Doctor, although Clara was aware of the mess they were about to watch. After this video they would have seen both the start and end of Eyebrows, with painful interludes as well, and they weren't quite sure how to feel about that as the videos weren't exactly great.

DOCTOR: Shush.
(He shuts the door again.)

The group chuckled at that, grinning at the Doctor's behaviour even as they realised it was likely worse because of his recent regeneration.

STRAX: Doctor?
(The door opens again.)
DOCTOR: I was being chased by a giant dinosaur, but I think I managed to give it the slip.

"You really didn't." Rose teased, "You got eaten. I don't think that counts as giving it the slip." The group broke out into snickers of how ridiculous the start of the video was.

(The door shuts again, then is opened slowly.)
DOCTOR: Sleepy?
STRAX: Sir?
DOCTOR: Bashful? Sneezy? Dopey? Grumpy.

"As in the dwarves? Are you seriously calling him a dwarf from Snow White?" Bill asked. "And you tell us off for calling him a potato."

"Yes, well he's neither despite looking like both. I blame regeneration sickness." The Doctor muttered as the group grinned at her attempt to come up with an excuse.

(Then he sees the two women and walks towards them.)
DOCTOR: Oh, you two. The green one and the not-green one. Or it could be the other way round, I mustn't prejudge.

The group all turned to look at the Doctor. "You're really out of it, aren't you?" Donna remarked unusually quiet. It was easy to find the Doctor's state and comments entertaining but they had to remember Eyebrows was only like this because he'd just died and regenerated, which was a very painful process itself. It wasn't a nice reminder.

The Doctor shrugged with a fake smile on her face, they could all see right through it but didn't say anything. Clara gave the Doctor concerned looks, knowing full well what was still to unravel.

(Clara appears, very dishevelled. She is wearing a black fitted jacket with an 'outline of bow tie' motif and tartan mini-kilt.)
DOCTOR: Oh, you remember, er. Thingy. The, er, the not-me one. The asking questions one. Names not my area.
CLARA: Clara.

The group all winced at both Clara and the Doctor's states. Shooting Clara sympathetic looks at hearing the Doctor unable to remember her name. Rose especially was sympathetic, being one of the only one to actually witness the Doctor's regeneration and still be around in the aftermath, she knew how hard it was to cope with the regeneration itself and re-learn the Doctor themselves, she had a feeling Clara was going to struggle this video.

DOCTOR: Well, it might be Clara. Might not be. It's a lottery.
CLARA: It is Clara.
DOCTOR: Well, I'm not ruling it out.

Clara let out a frustrated sigh and shot the Doctor a short glare. The Doctor just offered a sheepish grin, she couldn't really help her state there but after not remembering Clara at all she didn't want to joke too much about it here.

(The dinosaur bellows.)
DOCTOR: Oi, big man, shut it. Oh, you've got a dinosaur too. Big woman, sorry.
CLARA: Doctor, listen to me. You, you need to calm down.
DOCTOR: (to dinosaur) I'm not flirting, by the way.

"Wait you can understand the dinosaur?" Graham asked, eyes alight with curiosity.

The Doctor grinned, "Of course I can Graham, I speak everything."

CLARA: I think something's gone wrong.
DOCTOR: Wrong? What's gone wrong? Have you regenerated? (to Clara) I remember you. You're Handles. You used to be a little, a little robot head, and now you. You've really let yourself go.

"Doctor!" Martha groaned, shooting Clara a sympathetic look.

"Sorry, I'm sorry! Regeneration sickness." The Doctor raised her hands in surrender, hurrying to try and explain under the weight of the room's eyes and Martha's disappointment. Why did she always find the fiercest companions?

(The dinosaur bellows again.)
DOCTOR: Reduce the frequency.
CLARA: I'm sorry?
DOCTOR: Your sonic lanterns, turn them down. You're giving her a headache.
JENNY: Giving who a headache?
DOCTOR: My lady friend. Just an expression, don't get any ideas.

"Are you seriously flirting with the giant dinosaur?" Rory exclaimed in exasperation.

"No! Were you not listening Roman? I was not flirting with the dinosaur." The Doctor protested as the group all snickered.

STRAX: How do you know?
DOCTOR: Come on, Clara. You know that I speak dinosaur.
CLARA: He's not Clara. I'm Clara.

"Oh, you're not going get a break while he's still in this state." Rose muttered with a sympathetic look, while her own experience with a regenerated Doctor was likely different, some things were the same. It was hard to have to see a new face staring back at you despite the familiar name and attitude, and it took some time to adjust which with how the Doctor was, they weren't likely to get. Clara grumbled in memory, this 'adventure' had certainly been a hard one, in a different way than most of their travels were.

DOCTOR: Well, you're very similar heights. Maybe you should wear labels? Why, why are you all doing that? Why are you? You're all going dark and wobbly. Stop that.
CLARA: I don't think we are.
DOCTOR: Never mind. Everyone take five.
(The Doctor closes his eyes, sways, then falls over.)

"Oh no." Mickey sighed, remembering finding Rose with the newly regenerated Doctor. "He's heavy and you're going to have to drag him somewhere else to keep him from trying to find danger."

"Talking from experience?" Clara asked with a small grin, mostly due to the Doctor's spluttering.

"Unfortunately."

CLARA: What do we do?
JENNY: I don't understand. Who is he? Where's the Doctor?
CLARA: Right here. That's him. That's the Doctor.
VASTRA: Well then, here we go again.

"Again?" Yaz asked.

The Doctor shrugged, with a fond smile clear on her face. "Like I said, Vastra's a very old friend. This would have been the fourth of my faces she'd met."

Yaz and several others nodded at that exclamation, the Doctor had mentioned she'd known Vastra a while.

[Guest bedroom]

(Nightime, with a full moon. At Vastra's house, the Doctor is now wearing a full length night shirt. Clara and Jenny are listening at the door.)
DOCTOR [OC]: It's simply misunderstandable to me. I don't know what it is. Who invented this room?
(He opens the door and Clara and Jenny nearly fall inside.)
CLARA: Doctor, please, you have to lie down.

"Good luck with that." River chuckled. "The Doctor rarely sleeps normally, if they've just regenerated, they're going to be even more of a pain than normal. You're lucky you have Vastra there to help you."

"Hey!" The Doctor protested, which went ignored by the pair.

"Yes. I don't know what I would have done without Vastra's help." Clara nodded in agreement.

DOCTOR: It doesn't make sense. Look, it's only got a bed in it. Why is there only a bed in it?

"Err, because it's a bedroom?" Bill said, in a 'duh' kind of voice. She couldn't deny she was secretly excited to see her Doctor newly regenerated and how Clara dealt with him.

The Doctor huffed; arms crossed. "I still think it's stupid. Why waste time sleeping when you could be doing almost anything else?"

"Sleeping is important Sweetie, and you need to do it more." River sighed at her wife, who was looking very childish at the moment.

The Doctor in turn pouted at her, "You can't say anything."

CLARA: Because it's a bed room. It's for sleeping in.
DOCTOR: Okay, what do you do when you're awake?
JENNY: You leave the room.
DOCTOR: So you've got a whole room for not being awake in. But what's the point? You're just missing the room. And don't look in that mirror. It's absolutely furious.

"How can a mirror be furious?" Ryan blinked utterly bewildered by the newly regenerated Doctor on screen, and they had thought their newly regenerated Doctor was bad.

"What are you talking about Ryan, of course mirrors can be furious." The Doctor declared, looking confused by the group's confusion and disbelief.

CLARA: Doctor, please. You have to lie down. You keep passing out.
DOCTOR: Well, of course I keep passing out. There's all these beds. Why do you keep talking like that? What's gone wrong with your accent? Why
JENNY: Nothing's wrong with her accent.

"Oh right, you have a Scottish accent as Eyebrows." Rose nodded, she'd forgotten about that detail (it hadn't seemed particularly important) but of course the Doctor would focus on it when suffering regeneration sickness, it was the kind of weird thing he'd focus on.

DOCTOR: You sound the same. It's spreading. You all sound all English. Now you've all developed a fault.

Amy grinned wildly. "Good, I'm glad someone finally realises the Scottish accent is superior." Rory sighed at his wife, she's lived most of her life in England (or now America) but she was still full of pride for her Scottish heritage.

VASTRA: (with a Scots accent) Doctor, I need your help with something.

Jack grinned, "Oh she does know you well." He nodded approvingly, it showed how well Vastra knew the Doctor that she was able and wiling to manipulate him into taking care of himself.

DOCTOR: Finally, someone who can talk properly.
VASTRA: I'm having difficulty sleeping.
DOCTOR Oh? Oh, well, I wouldn't bother with that, I never bother with sleep, and I just do standy-up catnaps.

The group all watched the Doctor for several moments in silence, causing her to start fidgeting under the weight of their eyes.

"You know, that explains a lot." Martha sighed, rubbing her forehead.

VASTRA: Oh really, how interesting. And when do you do those?
DOCTOR: Well, generally whenever anyone else starts talking. I like to skip ahead to my bits. It saves time.

"Doctor!" Donna exclaimed, and she'd thought the Doctor she'd known was rude and terrible with social cues. Seems this one was taking the cake.

"This is why I made him cue cards." Clara grinned.

(Vastra gently leads him to the bed and they sit down.)
VASTRA: Save me time, Doctor. Project an image of perfect sleep into the centre of my mind.
DOCTOR: What, do you want a psychic link with me? The size of my brain, it would be like dropping a piano on you.

"She's got a plan." Amy grinned approvingly. Clara nodded with a grin while the Doctor pouted again.

VASTRA: Be gentle, then.
DOCTOR: I'll try. Brace yourself. Piano.
(They put their fingers to the others temple. Boing! Doctor falls back onto the bed, sound asleep.)
VASTRA: (English accent) I love monkeys. They're so funny.

"Oi! I'm not a monkey!" The Doctor protested while the rest of the group snickered, glad to see someone could put the Doctor in their place.

JENNY: Oh, I see. So people are monkeys now, are they?
VASTRA: No, dear. People are apes. Men are monkeys.

"True." The female members of the group declared in sync, making several of the men gulp nervously.

(They tuck the Doctor up in bed.)
CLARA: So what now?
VASTRA: He needs rest.

"Rest and tea, and preferable no danger." Rose nodded giving the Doctor a stern look. All she could think about was her own experience with a newly regenerated Doctor, it had ended with them being attacked several times and then the Doctor getting their hand cut off. It had been on of the few moments that she's been thankful for the Doctor regenerating, as it had been the only thing that saved their hand.

"But that's unlikely to happen with the Doctor around." Mickey grimaced.

CLARA: So what do we do? How do we fix him?
JENNY: Fix him?
CLARA: How do we change him back?

"Oh Clara." River muttered, stuck between being sympathetic with Clara's plight and frustrated with the young woman. She knew how sensitive her wife was about rejection and her companions, Clara's rejection due to her regeneration was bound to just be salt in the wound, and she hated that she couldn't do anything about that. It didn't help that the Doctor had curled in on herself quietly, she'd missed this the first time around.

Clara sighed deeply, turning guilty eyes onto the Doctor. "I'm sorry Doctor. I didn't cope well with any of this and I took it out on you which wasn't fair to anyone. I'm sorry." She didn't know what else to say, what else she could say.

The Doctor just nodded, smiling softly at Clara. She understood the young woman's dilemma, it wasn't the first time her companions had struggled with her regeneration, but it didn't hurt any less each time it happened. Still, she couldn't bring herself to hold it against her.

VASTRA: Jenny, I will be in my chamber. Would you be kind enough to fetch my veil?
JENNY: Why, are we expecting strangers?
VASTRA: It would seem there's already one here.
(Vastra leaves.)

"Ooooooh." Bill muttered quietly, unable to help herself despite the sudden tension in the room. She didn't quite know the significance of the veil but it clearly had something to do with Clara's rejection of the new Doctor.

CLARA: What have I done wrong?
(The sound of a sad dinosaur drifts into the room.)
JENNY: The dinosaur doesn't seem very happy.

"I wouldn't be if I got stuck in the wrong time and couldn't go anywhere too." Nardole said quietly, feeling a bit of sympathy for the poor dinosaur.

CLARA: What's wrong with it?
JENNY: I dunno. The Doctor's the one that speaks dinosaur. Excuse me, ma'am. The wife doesn't like to be kept waiting.
CLARA: Where did he get that face? Why's it got lines on it? It's brand new. How can his hair be all grey? He only just got it.

"That's just how regeneration works." Jack said with a shrug, he was also struggling with Clara's rejection of the Doctor, but he'd had the advantage of being from a future period and used to stranger things like that, still Clara didn't have to be cruel about it.

JENNY: It's still him, ma'am. You saw him change.
CLARA: I know. I do. I, I know that.
JENNY: Good.
CLARA: It's just
JENNY: What?
CLARA: Nothing. If. If Vastra changed, if she was different, if she wasn't the person that you liked?
VASTRA: I don't like her, ma'am. I love her. And as to different? Well, she's a lizard.

"Jenny is full of wisdom." Martha smiled softly, despite her Victorian knowledge she'd been loyal to Vastra and kind to the Doctor.

(Clara goes to the window and hears the moaning dinosaur.)
DOCTOR: I am alone. The world which shook at my feet, and the trees and the sky, have gone. And I am alone now. Alone.
CLARA: Are you translating?

"Wait, I was saying that out loud?" The Doctor muttered to herself; clearly, she had been based on the screen.

DOCTOR: The wind bites now, and the world is grey, and I am alone here. Can't see me. Doesn't see me. Can't see me.

The group felt a swell of pity for the poor dinosaur that had the misfortune to travel through time and get stuck in Victorian London, they could only hope that it managed to get home and have a happy ending. No one noticed the sad exchange Clara and the Doctor had, the dinosaur's fate certainly wasn't happy.

CLARA: Who can't see it? I think all of London can see it.
STRAX: Boy? Madame Vastra is waiting.
CLARA: Okay. Whatever.
STRAX: I will convey you to her chamber. May I take your coat?
CLARA: Not wearing a coat.
STRAX: What's all that?
CLARA: Clothes.
STRAX: May I take your clothes?
CLARA: (sotto) Probably not.
STRAX: Are you wearing a hat?
CLARA: It's hair.
STRAX: No, I think it's a hat. Would you like me to check?

"Oh Strax." The Doctor sighed, shaking her head in exasperated fondness. The group was quietly chuckling at the exchange glad for the break from Clara's rejection, the Doctor's sickness and the dinosaur's struggles. They hadn't seen Strax much on screen but they'd already managed to get a good idea of his character.

[Street]

(The lamplighter is at work, and middle-aged couple are walking together.)
ALF: It's not real, of course.
ELSIE: What is it, then?
ALF: The government.

"They think the government is responsible for the dinosaur?!" Ryan asked incredulous.

The Doctor shrugged, "Apparently." She was a bit confused about why the Tardis was showing these people as she couldn't remember seeing them but she trusted the Tardis knew what she was doing.

ELSIE: The government?
ALF: Yeah, up to their usual tricks.

"I kinda want to know about what the government was up to in Victorian London for them to think a dinosaur was part of their normal tricks." Bill declared looking very intrigued by the stranger's word son screen.

ELSIE: It's a dinosaur, Alf. A real dinosaur.
ALF: I wouldn't put it past them.
ELSIE: You don't half talk a lot of rubbish, Alfie. See you don't stay out too late now.
ALF: You know me.
ELSIE: Yes. I do.

"I'm not getting a good feeling about this." Rose muttered.

(She gives him a peck on the cheek and leaves. The lamplighter illuminates a man standing in the shadows. He turns with a click.)
ALF: It's the neck. That's what's wrong with it. Just don't look realistic.
HALF-FACE MAN: You have good eyes.

"He's missing half his face!" Donna exclaimed turning to give the Doctor a glance.

The Doctor and Clara shared their own exchange, both realising exactly why the Tardis had decided this was relevant for them to see. The Doctor shot a quick glance at Rose, she'd worked out why this mess had all been familiar to her a while ago and was nervous to see how Mickey and Rose would react to it.

Donna's curious glance turned into a frustrated sigh as the Doctor ignored the questions behind her comment.

ALF: Oh, I do, as it happens. Very good eyes. They're my greatest gift.
HALF-FACE MAN: I accept.
(The man takes a sharp two pronged fork from a case.)
ALF: What's that for?
HALF-FACE MAN: Your gift. I have bad eyes.
(The man turns towards Alf, to reveal that one eye and half his face is mechanical. Naturally, Alf screams.)

"That's horrible!" Martha's eyes widened, both in reference to the mechanical man, the mechanical man going to steal his eyes, and the terrible medical procedure.

"I don't think that he was offering when he mentioned his eyes." Mickey muttered, full of dark humour as he narrowed his eyes at the screen. The guy certainly looked familiar, and not in a good way.

[Vastra's chamber]

(A conservatory. Vastra is sitting in her peacock chair. A fountain is playing.)
VASTRA: And then?
CLARA: Why are you wearing your veil?
VASTRA: And then?

"Vastra takes nonsense and judgement from no one." River smiled fondly, very glad for Vastra's knowledge and friendship towards her wife at the moment. Stars know the Doctor needed all the support possible in the face of her latest regeneration and with Clara struggling so much, leaving her unprepared to provide it.

CLARA: And then we got swallowed by a big dinosaur. You probably noticed.

"It was kind of hard to miss." Yaz said giving the Doctor a pointed look.

"It wasn't exactly my fault!" The Doctor protested.

"Yes, it was." Clara declared giving no room for any arguments.

JENNY: How did it happen?
CLARA: I don't know. I don't know. We were crashing about everywhere. The Doctor was gone. The Tardis went haywire.
JENNY: He's not gone. He's upstairs.
CLARA: Okay, he changed.
VASTRA: He regenerated. Renewed himself.

Rose gave Clara a sympathetic look, understanding far too well Clara's struggles even though it was painful to have to watch knowing how much it hurt the Doctor.

Clara winced at herself on screen; the guilt was gnashing away in the pit of her stomach. She'd been really struggling with the 'loss' of the Doctor and the appearance of the 'new' Doctor, and it had caused so much extra trouble when they were already in danger. It was painful to watch herself knowing what was going on in her mind back then but also knowing how much it had to have affected the Doctor. She threw the Doctor an apologetic glance to which she received a small smile of understanding back; both were thinking about how many times they were going to have to apologise to each other this video.

CLARA: Renewed. Fine.
VASTRA: Such a cynical smile.
CLARA: I'm not smiling.
VASTRA: Not outwardly. But I'm accustomed to seeing through a veil. How have I amused you?
CLARA: You said renewed. He doesn't. He doesn't look renewed. He looks older.

"Why is that?" Graham asked the Doctor curious, the question ringing a bel in his head. At the Doctor's confused look, he expanded. "I mean, I know if I got the chance, I'd want to be younger again, get rid of all the back aches and stuff, ya know? But you were also fairly young looking for the last few faces before Eyebrows and in this one now. Why the change?"

The Doctor sat oddly thoughtful and quiet for a moment, contemplating Graham's question which came from a different place than Clara's almost accusation on screen. "I think … I think the video will mention it later but … as you've seen I don't really have much control over my regeneration at least consciously, but that face and the accent and the age I think they were unconscious reminders for myself. I'm not really quite sure how to explain it, honestly." The Doctor finished quietly; she certainly had her suspicions but she wasn't quite willing to share them with the group just yet. The face and accent were much easier to interpret than her age; she'd always thought it might have had something to do with needing a new start or forgiving herself in some way for some of the past.

Graham and the group had watched her quietly, listening attentively to her explanation not prodding anymore onto what was obviously a fairly private topic. Graham just offered the Doctor a grandfatherly smile, which she replied to with her own small smile.

VASTRA: You thought he was young?
CLARA: He looked young.
VASTRA: He looked like your dashing young gentleman friend. Your lover, even.
CLARA: Shut up.

Clara groaned at yet another reminder of her old crush on the Doctor, it was embarrassing for it to even be hinted about on screen and yet here they were. At least the Doctor was stubbornly avoiding anyone's gaze, uncomfortable with most refences to emotions and romantic feelings bar form certain people and in certain situations. Clara did receive a few sympathetic and understanding looks from the group though, she hadn't been the only one to have a crush on the Doctor at some point by any stretch of the imagination.

Jack started singing quietly but purposely obnoxiously, "Another one bites the dust! Oh, anther one bites the dust!" He only stopped when Clara acquired a pillow and threw it into his face with a huff.

VASTRA: But he is the Doctor. He has walked this universe for centuries untold, he has seen stars fall to dust. You might as well flirt with a mountain range.

The Doctor narrowed her eyes at the screen at Vastra's words, shifting uncomfortable and very glad she'd missed this the first time around. The she turned on her wife, "You spent far too much time with Vastra. Both of you picked up on each other's tendency for dramatic poetry."

"You're the dramatic one, Sweetie, not me." River argues back with a teasing grin.

"Frankly, I think you're both overly dramatic."

"Shut up, Nardole." Both the Doctor and River declared in sync.

CLARA: I did not flirt with him.
VASTRA: He flirted with you.

The Doctor spluttered a bit at that comment, cheeks red but unable to deny that. It hadn't (always) been intentional but it had certainly come off that way on some occasions.

CLARA: How?
VASTRA: He looked young. Who do you think that was for?
CLARA: Me?
VASTRA: Everyone. I wear a veil as he wore a face for the same reason.

The group gave the Doctor curious albeit concerned glances; they were all quietly curious about the reason (or rather Vastra's perceived reason – which knowing Vastra was likely spot on) despite the Doctor's attempt to explain.

CLARA: What reason?
VASTRA: The oldest reason there is for anything. To be accepted.

River squeezed the Doctor's hand as her wife let out a world-weary sigh, her gaze never leaving the screen despite the weight of the room's eyes on her. Vastra knew her far too well.

(Up in the guest bedroom, the Doctor wakes and sniffs the air. He gets out of bed and crawls around on the carpet, sniffing. He goes to the radiator and finds a piece of chalk which he uses to make marks on it.)

"What the hell are you doing?" Amy raised an accusing eyebrow, arms crossed pointedly.

"Regeneration sickness?" The Doctor tried to defend herself even as her thoughts turned to the chalk; was this where her weird obsession with chalk and chalkboards during that regeneration came into play?

VASTRA: Jenny and I are married. Yet for appearance's sake, we maintain a pretence, in public, that she is my maid.

Bill grumbled to herself about that, it didn't seem fair to have to pretend to be something you're not just because society couldn't accept that they were lesbians. Obviously, Victorian London was a different story to her time but their time wasn't exactly perfect either. They still had a way to go in terms of acceptance for the LGTBQ+ community, but things like this reminded her of the progress they had made.

JENNY: Doesn't exactly explain why I'm pouring tea in private.
VASTRA: Hush now.
JENNY: Good pretence, isn't it?

The group smiled warmly at the pair of wives on screen, enjoying their (admittedly odd and unique) dynamic.

VASTRA: I wear a veil to keep from view what many are pleased to call my disfigurement. I do not wear it as a courtesy to such people, but as a judgment on the quality of their hearts.
CLARA: Are you judging me?

"Yes." River stated bluntly, "And no." Her eyes were focused on the Clara in the room rather than the one on the screen. Clara nodded to her in understanding, able to read between the lines and answer the silent questions River was asking her. The Doctor watched their silent conversation conflicted; she couldn't quite understand what the pair were saying but she could guess enough to want to keep an eye on it.

VASTRA: The Doctor regenerated in your presence. The young man disappeared, the veil lifted. He trusted you. Are you judging him?
CLARA: How dare you? How dare you?

The group shifted uncomfortable as the tension in the room and on screen rose. This situation could only go one of two ways; either Clara was going to defend herself and prove herself, or she was going to say the wrong thing and get defensive in the wrong way. The group all knew what they were silently hoping for and suspecting (as they knew Clara had travelled with Eyebrows for a while).

The Doctor was watching the screen quietly and usually still, she'd missed all of this the first time, something she was glad for as she wasn't sure she could have coped with too much more or Clara's rejections than she already had. A companion or friend rejecting her based on her appearance had always hurt far more than it should, as Vastra said it should be a judgment on the person rejecting her not herself, but it still hurt far too much.

[Guest bedroom]

(The Doctor is writing on the floorboards. He stands when he hears the dinosaur, then goes to the door and opens it.)

"What are you writing?" Mickey asked the Doctor who only grinned back and waved to the screen, making Mickey huff at the non-answer.

DOCTOR: Door. Boring. Not me.
(He goes to the window and opens it.)
DOCTOR: Me.

"So, it is a conscious decision to be dramatic then." Martha gave the Doctor a pointed look for their decision to take the window instead of the obvious choice of the door. It also held some concern as the Doctor on screen was no where near at full capacity and only likely to find trouble if they went outside, and no one would know until too late knowing their luck.

The Doctor grinned back, completely unrepentant, although she did wince at the glare Clara sent her. Both knowing the trouble her decision to leave here had gotten them into.

[Vastra's chamber]

CLARA: Marcus Aurelius, Roman emperor. Last of the five good 'uns. Stoic philosopher.
VASTRA: Superlative bass guitarist. The Doctor really knows how to put a band together.

"I don't want to know." Rory immediately declared to his wife's entertainment.

CLARA: And the only pin-up I ever had on my wall when I was fifteen. The only one I ever had. I am not sure who you think you're talking to right now, Madam Vastra, but I have never had the slightest interest in pretty young men. And for the record, if there ever was anybody who could flirt with a mountain range, she's probably standing in front of you right now. Just because my pretty face has turned your head, do not assume that I am so easily distracted.
(Vastra is no longer wearing her veil. Jenny applauds.)

The group all grinned upon seeing Clara defend herself and Vastra without her veil, immediately understanding the significance. Clara blushed a bit as the whole room now knew about her odd choice of crush as a teenager, the Doctor's teasing grin only making her blush harder even as her chest was lifted of the majority of the guilt that had been eating away at it.

JENNY: Whoo. Whoo. Sorry.
VASTRA: Well, goodness me. The lake is ruffled at last. I often wondered what you'd be like when you lost your temper.
JENNY: Oi. Married.
VASTRA: The Doctor needs us, you more than anyone. He is lost in the ruin of himself, and we must bring him home.

The Doctor grumbled a bit at that comment from Vastra, almost wanting to defend that she would be fine by herself automatically. River rubbed a thumb across the back of her hand as if calming ruffled fur on a cat. "Everyone needs someone Doctor, there's no shame in asking for help." She whispered to her wife, aware that if she spoke any louder, they'd attract an unwanted audience.

"Pot meet kettle." The Doctor countered with a pointed look.

Her word didn't seem to have the effect on River she'd wanted them too. Instead, River gave her a sad smile, "It's a skill we both struggle with, and one we can work on together." The Doctor was moved speechless, far too focused on the warm feeling in her gut as River implied that they'd get to be together again outside this room, it had been a possibility she' almost abandoned so long ago.

CLARA: When did you stop wearing your veil?
VASTRA: When you stopped seeing it.

The group almost cheered at that, glad for that part of the drama to be mostly out of the way so they could help find the Doctor and get them out of whatever trouble they'd managed to find. They knew the matter wasn't completely solved; it was far too complex for a ten minute cat to resolve but it had helped with Clara's priorities at the very least.

[Rooftops]

(The Doctor is making his way towards the river.)
DOCTOR: Oi. Oi. Oi, big, sexy woman. Oi. Sorry. Sorry, it's all my fault. My time machine got stuck in your throat. It happens. I brought you along by accident. That's mostly how I meet girls, but don't worry, I promise I will get you home. I swear. Whatever it takes, I will keep you safe. You will be at home again.
(The dinosaur suddenly bursts into flames. It roars in pain before collapsing.)
DOCTOR: Stop that. Who's doing that? No, don't do that.

The group let out audible gasps and shrieks of horror upon seeing the dinosaur burst into flames and roar in pain, especially so soon (aka immediately) after the Doctor had promised to get her home. The Doctor's expression had turned dark as the scene was played out on screen, it had been horrifying to watch the first time and was no better the second. She was the sole reason that dinosaur had been there, and therefore the reason she had died and she couldn't forget that.

Clara's eyes had widened in horror; she'd known it had happened but she hadn't actually seen it in person which she was suddenly very thankful for. Ripping her eyes form the screen she turned to check on the Doctor knowing them well enough to almost sense the spiralling guilt from her seat.

"Stop it." Clara said, eyes narrowed on the Doctor who was jolted out of her thoughts to meet Clara's gaze. The Doctor went to open her mouth and say something but Clara beat her to it. "No, it was not your fault. The dinosaur being in the Thames, yes. But her dying? No. You did not kill her but we stopped the ones who did, so stop with the guilt." The Doctor looked ready to argue but Clara just kept glaring her into submission until the Doctor mutely nodded her head in understanding.

[Vastra's chamber]

VASTRA: That came from the river.
JENNY: The dinosaur.
VASTRA: Strax! Bring the carriage, now!

The group watched the screen carefully as the tension in the room sky rocketed again. They weren't sure how the half mechanical man stealing eyes connected to the dinosaur dying but they could bet it did and it wouldn't be a nice connection. Hopefully, Clara and the Paternoster gang would notice the Doctor was missing before they found too much trouble.

[Street]

(The Doctor leaps from a roof into a tree. The upper bough breaks under the strain, dropping him down.)
DOCTOR: Argh. Argh. Oh.
(He finishes hanging upside down from the lowest branch by his knees. A hansom cab, or growler, trots into his view.)

The group winced at seeing the Doctor's very ungraceful fall through the tree, consoled only by the fact he hadn't hit the floor and seemed mostly okay.

DOCTOR: Halt. Sorry, I'm going to have to relieve you of your pet.
CABBIE: You're what?
DOCTOR: Shut up, I was talking to the horse.
(The Doctor somersaults on to the horse's back and uses his sonic screwdriver to sever the traces and reins.)

The room turned the Doctor. "Did you seriously just steal a horse?!" Donna exclaimed, shaking her head in exasperation. The Doctor just grinned unashamed.

Mickey and Rose, however, had both narrowed their eyes at the sight of the Doctor on the horse. The mechanical man had been bothering them, and seeing the Doctor on a horse was the final piece of the puzzle. Rose jerked up in her seat, "The Clockwork people!" She shouted far louder than she intended to. Mickey nodded, eyes alight in realisation as the rest of the group stared at them confused.

The Doctor nodded in confirmation of the pair's theory, "Seriously? The horse was the thing that reminded you?" She asked confused and a bit insulted.

Rose laughed, "You wanted to keep the horse we found on the spaceship because, and I quote, 'I let you keep Mickey!'" Rose's voice changed in an attempt to mimic Pinstripes' when she quoted his old words. The rest of the room were stuck between laughing at the very on brand Doctor behaviour and being exasperated for the same reason.

Clara was focussed on something else though, "Wait, you've met them before and still didn't know what to do?!"

"Regeneration sickness!" The Doctor protested, "I thought they were familiar but didn't realise until a few months later why."

"I swear you are using regeneration sickness as an excuse for everything this video." Mickey teased.

"Oi! Rickey!"

CABBIE: What are you doing?
DOCTOR: Forwards.
(He gallops off. Madam Vastra's carriage driven by Strax goes past the stranded cabbie.)
STRAX: Out of the way, human scum. Hi-yah. Jurassic emergency. Yah.

"So close." Clara muttered to herself, annoyed by how little they'd missed the Doctor there. At that point they'd still been unaware that he was out of bed.

(The Doctor is cantering along the cobbles.)
DOCTOR: Left. No, no. Right, right, right, right. Sorry, it's my new hands. I can't tell them apart.

That earned a few chuckles form the group, atmosphere still tense but more relaxed than it had been before. All curious about these so called 'clockwork people' Rose and Mickey had also apparently met before.

[Vastra's carriage]

JENNY: What do you think's happened?
VASTRA: I don't know, but I fear devilment.
CLARA: Should we not have told the Doctor?
JENNY: He's not ready to leave his bed.

"Yes. He's not ready to leave his bed." Clara announced, arms crossed and giving the Doctor a pointed glare. The Doctor shrugged a bit sheepish but offered no other form of apology; really what had they expected from her, to not find trouble? Hah.

[Street]

DOCTOR: Watch it on the corners, it's a bit slippery up here.

[Vastra's carriage]

VASTRA: Strax.
(Strax is urging on the horse.)
VASTRA: Come on, Strax.
(He cracks the whip.)
VASTRA: That's better.

[Westminster Bridge]

(The Doctor dismounts and stands on the parapet over the burning remains, muttering to himself.)
DOCTOR: (sotto) Sorry, sorry. I'm sorry, sorry, sorry.

The group watched quietly, mourning the poor t-rex which had been dragged through time by accident and then stranded and killed horribly in Victorian London, millions of years from home. They were very glad the way that the Tardis wasn't showing them the gruesome remains of the dinosaur, the knowledge of her fate was terrible enough.

The Doctor curled in a bit on herself, still blaming herself despite Clara's words earlier.

(Strax brings the carriage to a halt behind him, and the ladies get out.)
STRAX: Whoa.
JENNY: The Doctor.
CLARA: What's he doing here?
(Vastra secures her carriage using the remote control in her hat.)
VASTRA: There is trouble. Where else would he be?

"Truer words have never been spoken." Jack sighed, serious in a way he rarely was. He had never actually witnessed the Doctor regenerate but knew enough from having been friends for so long to be worried about the Doctor's current state on screen. Mix the recent regeneration with the current danger and guilt and the Doctor really couldn't be in a good state.

DOCTOR: She was scared. She was scared and alone. I brought her here and look what they did.

"Oh Sweetie." River muttered for lack of better words, squeezing the Doctor's hand tightly. She knew far too well how her wife clung to guilt.

VASTRA: Who or what could have done this thing?
DOCTOR: No.
VASTRA: I'm sorry?
DOCTOR: No. That is not the question. That is not where we start.
STRAX: The question is how. The flesh itself has been combusted.

"Not a good time Strax." Rory muttered, eyeing the Doctor both on screen and in the room with them.

DOCTOR: No, no, shut up. What do you all have for brains, pudding? Look at you. Why can't I meet a decent species? Planet of the pudding brains.

Several people made huffs and noises of offense but no one actually spoke, blaming the Doctor's comment on their state and the situation, despite the fact that they all knew they would say that any time.

CLARA: Doctor, I know you're upset, but you need to calm down and talk to us. What is the question?
DOCTOR: A dinosaur is burning in the heart of London. Nothing left but smoke and flame. The question is, have there been any similar murders?
VASTRA: Yes. Yes, by the Goddess, there have.

"That is somehow both a good thing and a terrible thing." Yaz declared.

"How can people being burnt alive be a good thing, Yaz?" Ryan looked at her incredulous.

"Because Ryan." Yaz stated, serious and eyes assessing the screen even as she spoke, "It means they have a lead. It means someone is doing it for some reason and they just have to follow the trail and any evidence left behind at other scenes to find the culprit." She glanced at the Doctor, searching for confirmation.

The Doctor grinned proudly, even if it was a weak grin. "5 points to Yaz. Wait, or was I doing gold stars?"

"Stop it with the points, Doc. You can never keep score." Graham intercepted with an identical groan to that of Ryan and Yaz.

"I so can. Minus points for you Graham."

DOCTOR: Look at them all, gawking.
DOCTOR: Question two. If all the pudding brains are gawking, then what is he?
(One man is walking away calmly.)

"A suspect." Bill nodded, having watched far too many drama and crime documentaries.

VASTRA: He seems remarkably unmoved by the available spectacle.
CLARA: Do you think that is whoever
(There is a splash. The Doctor is no longer standing on the parapet.)
CLARA: What he's doing? He'll drown.
VASTRA: I very much doubt it.
CLARA: Why?
VASTRA: There has been a murder. The Doctor has taken up the case. If we are to see him again, we must do the same.

"The best way to find the Doctor is to find trouble." Jack nodded; he could talk from experience after all. Admittedly he'd kept running into the wrong Doctor until he's … ah, 'acquired' the Doctor's chopped off hand, but the point still stood.

"Great, find a murdered and you'll probably find the Doctor. That's a lot to go off of." Amy grumbled, then she turned on the Doctor. "Did you have to jump off the bridge?"

"Yes." The Doctor answered stubbornly even as she avoided anyone's gaze.

"Dramatic."

"Shut up, Nardole!"

[Clara's bedroom]

(Next day. Clara pours water into a bowl on her washstand.)
STRAX [OC]: Come on, Earthling scum. Position it here. Easy now. That's it. Careful.
(She opens the window onto the courtyard. A cart has brought the Tardis from the river bank.)

"Good, you at least have the Tardis. That's your second-best bet for finding the Doctor." River nodded; glancing concerned at her wife. She knew the Doctor could look after herself (mostly) but it was still worrying to know the Doctor was off chasing a murdered while still recovering from regeneration.

STRAX: Don't get it scratched or you and all your bloodline will be obliterated from time and space.
FOOTMAN: Very good, sir.
(Clara leans out.)
CLARA: Strax!

[Courtyard]

STRAX: Ah! Morning, Miss Clara. You're awake at last.
CLARA: You got the Tardis, then?
STRAX: Military tactics. The Doctor is still missing, but he will always come looking for his box. By bringing it here, he will be lured from the dangers of London to this place of safety, and we will melt him with acid.

"I'm sorry, what was that last part?" Rose raised an eyebrow at the screen.

CLARA: Okay, that last part?
STRAX: And we will not melt him with acid. Old habits. The Times. Shall I send it up?
CLARA: Yeah, why not?
STRAX: Hah!
(He throws the rolled-up newspaper, hitting her squarely between the eyes and knocking her down.)

"Ooh, that's gotta hurt." Mickey winced. Clara subconsciously rubbed her face where the paper had hit her; Strax unfortunately (in this situation) had a good throwing arm.

[Staircase]

(Clara is dressed and coiffured in the late Victorian style. She meets Jenny coming up the stairs.)

The Doctor took in Clara's outfit, mind jumping to the first time she'd met one of Clara's splinters in Victorian London, that hadn't ended well but in some way it could have never ended well. Still, the memories of watching 'Clara' die were not ones she wanted to dwell on after the amount of times she'd seen it.

CLARA: Jenny.
JENNY: Ah, good morning, Clara.
CLARA: Morning. Er, so, what are we going to do? Are we looking for the Doctor?
JENNY: We've got the Paternoster Irregulars out in force. If anyone can find him, they can. Meanwhile, Madam Vastra is slightly occupied by the Conk-Singleton forgery case, and is having the Camberwell child poisoner for dinner.
CLARA: For dinner?
JENNY: After she's finished interrogating him. Probably best to stay out the larder. It'll get a bit noisy in there later.
CLARA: Oh.

"Ew. I mean it's not like I'd want that kind of creep out on the streets, but ew." Bill grimaced, she was really liking the Paternoster gang (helped by the happy lesbian couple) but she really didn't want details on Vastra' eating habits.

[Kitchen]

(Strax is mopping the floor.)
STRAX: Ah, Miss Clara. You look better now you're up.
CLARA: Thank you, Strax.
STRAX: Oh, sorry. Trick of the light. You still look terrible. Can I get you anything?

"Strax." The Doctor sighed in exasperation.

CLARA: Er, no, thanks. Maybe just some water.
STRAX: Of course.
(He puts the mop bucket on the table.)
STRAX: Well, don't hold back. I've nearly finished anyway.
CLARA: Er.
STRAX: It's perfectly all right. I washed in it myself.

"Do not drink that." Martha declared with a grimace.

Clara grimaced too, "Really wasn't ever planning to."

CLARA: All of a sudden, I'm not very thirsty.
STRAX: Really? Perhaps it is time, then.
(He takes out a monocle like device with three lenses, and shines a green light into her eye.)
STRAX: For your mandatory medical examination. Say ah.

The group all watched the screen entertained, most of them having forgotten Strax's punishment of being a nurse. Apparently living and working with Vastra and Jenny didn't stop him from still being one. Clara sighed, remembering this far too well; she was fond of Strax know but god, could he be annoying.

CLARA: Ah.
STRAX: You didn't move your lips.
CLARA: You're looking at my eye.

"Good point." Rose chuckled with a wide grin, enjoying the 'medical examination'.

STRAX: Oh. Oh yes, there we are. Easy mistake.
(He aims the light at her forehead.)
STRAX: Now that's interesting.
CLARA: What? What's interesting?
STRAX: Deflected narcissism. Traces of passive aggressive. And a lot of muscular young men doing sport.

Clara immediately blushed bright red, moving to hide her face in her hands while the rest of the group laughed harder.

CLARA: What are you looking at?
STRAX: Your subconscious. Is that sport? It could be sport.
(She flicks down the lens.)
CLARA: Well, stop looking.

Clara lifted her head from its hiding place, glaring around the room. "No one ever mentions this again."

"Of course not." The Doctor teased, grin revealing that she was absolutely going to bring this up again. Clara glared at her harder but it seemed to have no effect.

STRAX: Moving onto the thorax, such as it is.
(The green light makes Clara's ribcage visible.)
STRAX: Ah, excellent. Enviable spleen. Well done. Twenty seven years old, with a projected lifespan of exactly
CLARA: Stop right there.
STRAX: Oh, you're going to do quite well. But watch out for fluid retention later. It's going to be spectacular. Well, put your clothes back on.
CLARA: They are on.
STRAX: Oh yes, so they are.

Clara winced at the reminder, fingers going to her wrist to try and find a pulse that simply wasn't there anymore. She hadn't wanted to know her expected lifespan but based on Strax's words it should have been much longer than it actually was (or would have been had she not been travelling with the Doctor and throwing herself into danger constantly, not that she regretted that).

(She takes his scanner from him and puts it on the table.)
CLARA: Why are you doing this?
STRAX: If we are to serve together, I need you in peak physical prowess, eh?

"Serve together?" Bill asked bewildered, "But she's just there till you catch up with the Doctor."

Clara and the Doctor exchanged a knowing glance but didn't offer any answers. The point was a mute one anyways as the Doctor had returned for Clara, despite initial appearances that said otherwise late on.

(Strax punches Clara's arm.)
CLARA: Ow. Why would we be serving together? The Doctor's going to come back, isn't he?
STRAX: It is to be hoped.
CLARA: He's not just going to abandon me here.
STRAX: You must stop worrying about him, my boy. By now, he's almost certainly had his throat cut by the violent poor.

"Rude, Strax." The Doctor huffed at the Sontaran's underestimation of her skills. She could survive on the streets of Victorian London! She could!

No one said anything about Strax (and likely Vastra and Jenny's) doubt over the Doctor coming back for Clara, not wanting to touch that with a ten-foot pole especially as it hadn't become an issue in the end. Rose and Mickey did share a glance, both thinking about how similar some things in this video were to their own encounter with the Clockwork people – that had been a time they'd doubted whether the Doctor would and/or could get back to them on the spaceship after saving Madame de Pompadour.

[Alleyway]

(Bermondsey, I'd say. Near the Clink and Southwark Cathedral. The Doctor, still in his now very dirty nightshirt, is rummaging in the rubbish. He is watched by a smelly tramp in a thick coat, who is holding a beer bottle. The Doctor finds a broken mirror. He turns at the sound of the tramp throwing away his bottle. For those who like trivia, the tramp is played by Elisabeth Sladen's widower.)

"Not a good look for you Doctor." Jack muttered teasingly with a tinge of concern as he glanced at the Doctor next to him. He was tense in apprehension of the trouble the Doctor was likely to find out on the streets, even without these Clockwork people being in play, at least it wasn't night time.

DOCTOR: Bitey. The air, it's bitey. It's wet, and bitey.
BARNEY: Oh, it's cold.
DOCTOR: That's right. It's cold. It's cold, I knew it was a thing. I need um, I need clothes. I need clothes, that's what I need. And a big, long scarf. No, no, move on from that. Looked stupid. Er, have you seen this face before?

"Hah! You admit it!" The Master spoke up suddenly from where they'd been sitting quietly and thoughtful (aka sulking) in their corner armchair. He was radiating far too much triumph for the Doctor's comfort.

She immediately started to argue, "I do not! You can't take words uttered under regeneration sickness seriously!"

If possible, the Master looked even more smug, far too much like the cat that had gotten the cream. "That's utter nonsense and coming from you that's saying something! No take bacs now dearest."

The Doctor huffed, glaring at the Master who grinned back, bouncing slightly in his seat triumphantly until the video restarting distracted the pair and brought their focus back to the screen.

BARNEY: No.
DOCTOR: Are you sure?
BARNEY: Sir, I have never seen that face.
DOCTOR: It's funny, because I'm sure that I have. You know, I never know where the faces come from. They just pop up. Zap. Faces like this one. Come on, look at it, have a look, come on, look, look, look.
(The Doctor pulls Barney over to look in the mirror on the ground.)

"Stop annoying random people you meet in alleyways Doctor." Amy sighed dramatically at her, sounding like a mother scolding a child for something they knew they shouldn't do but did anyway.

The Doctor, however, ignored her words, gave focussed on Donna. She'd already recognised the face and they'd mentioned it briefly but the rest of the group had no real idea of its actual significance other than it was a face they'd seen before. They didn't know that it was a way for the Doctor to hold themselves accountable and also a reminder, of those they'd lost before and who they needed to be.

DOCTOR: Look, it's covered in lines. But I didn't do the frowning. Who frowned me this face? Do you ever look in the mirror and think I've seen that face before?
BARNEY: Yes.
DOCTOR: Really? When?
BARNEY: Well, every time I look in the mirror.

"Fair point mate." Mickey said.

DOCTOR: Oh, yes, yes, yes. Fair enough. Good point. My face is fresh on, though.
BARNEY: Er
(Barney moves away from the nutter in the nightshirt.)

The group chuckled at the reaction from the poor tramp, that comment had to have been confusing and likely scary. His choice to move away from the seemingly mad man in the nightshirt was a very justified one, despite what the Doctor in the room's pout would say.

DOCTOR: Why this one? Why did I choose this face? It's like I'm trying to tell myself something. Like I'm trying to make a point. But what is so important that I can't just tell myself what I'm thinking?
BARNEY: Er
DOCTOR: I'm not just being rhetorical here. You can join in.
BARNEY: I don't like it.
DOCTOR: What?
BARNEY: Your face.

"I mean, I know he thinks you're probably crazy but that seems a little rude." Rose declared shaking her head in disapproval. It wasn't very nice to say you don't like someone's face eve if they were a random mad man wearing a nightshirt that you met in the street.

DOCTOR: Well, I don't like it either. Well, it's all right up until the eyebrows. Then it just goes haywire. Look at the eyebrows. These are attack eyebrows. You could take bottle tops off with these.

"They've definitely scared a few armies off before." Clara grinned, teasing but also completely truthful. She was still entertained by the drastic swing from Chinny having very little eyebrows to this version of the Doctor being all Eyebrows.

BARNEY: They are mighty eyebrows indeed, sir.
DOCTOR: They're cross. They're crosser than the rest of my face. They're independently cross. They probably want to secede from the rest of my face and set up their own independent state of eyebrows. That's Scot. I am Scottish. I've gone Scottish?

"Very Scottish." Amy grinned nodding, glad to hear the familiar accent of her homeland, though a bit sad she'd missed the Doctor with said accent. They could have annoyed and confused Rory together (not that they didn't do that anyway). The Doctor grinned at her, although there was an edge to it that Amy couldn't quite decipher. Little did she know the Doctor was thinking about their former accent being influenced by her.

BARNEY: Oh yes, you are. You are definitely Scots, sir. I, I 'ear it in your voice.
DOCTOR: Oh no, that's good. Oh.
(He practices the long rolling Scottish 'oh' sound.)

"If he didn't think you were insane before, he does now." Rory sighed.

DOCTOR: It's good I'm Scottish. I'm Scottish. I am Scottish. I can complain about things, I can really complain about things. Now, give me your coat.

"Doctor!" Donna exclaimed, as if scolding a rude toddler. "You've gone from bothering this man to scaring him and are now demanding his coat! Honestly, manners Martian! I know you know them despite how much you pretend not to!" The Doctor winced, nodding along in an attempt to avoid Donna's wrath.

BARNEY: No.
DOCTOR: I am cold.

"That's because you ran away in your nightshirt." Clara crossed her arms giving the Doctor a pointed glare to which she winced, it was true but she wasn't going to admit that.

BARNEY: I'm cold.
DOCTOR: I'm cold. There's no point in us both being cold. Give me your coat. Give me your coat. No, wait. Shut up, shut up. Shut up. I missed something. It was here, it was here. It was. What was it I saw? What did I see?

The group let out a little breath, glad to see the Doctor distracted from bullying the poor guy, and hopefully they were about to get some more answers. No matter the Doctor's face, that patter of speech was very familiar – they'd made a connection.

(He pick up an old newspaper.)
DOCTOR: This is what I saw. Spontaneous combustion.
(Fourth case of spontaneous combustion. The death of Margaret Roberts occurred on Friday, outside her home address in London, in what the police are describing as a curious case of spontaneous combustion. She was aged 68 years. Born in Scotland, Mrs Roberts etc, etc.)
BARNEY: What devilry is this, sir?
DOCTOR: I don't know, but I probably blame the English.

"It's always the English." Amy nodded approvingly (knowing that was absolutely not the case but enjoyed teasing her husband far too much and her Scottish pride would never allow her to admit that out loud).

The Doctor laughed at that, even as a few members of the group complained about justice for the English (and at the lack of actual answers). The Doctor turned her grin on Amy, "You would have loved Jamie. You two could complain about the English together for hours." The Doctor's grin turned nostalgic and wistful for something that could never happen, Amy's own grin dipping slightly in response. She was glad for the distraction as the video resumed on screen.

[Vastra's chamber]

(Vastra is working at a large wood backed panel on an easel while Jenny holds an awkward pose in her corset and a shawl.)
VASTRA: Hmm. Spontaneous combustion.

"Lovely topic to discuss while drawing your wife." Martha drawled with a smile on her face. It seemed Vastra was still on the case too, which was good news for Clara trying to find the Doctor.

JENNY: Is that like love at first sight?
VASTRA: Hmm. A little. It is the theory that human beings can, with little or no inducement, simply explode.

"I prefer not to spontaneously combust, but that could just be me." Rory declared eyeing his wife, daughter and the Doctor doubtfully, who knows about those three.

JENNY: You don't need to flirt with me. We're already married.
VASTRA: It's scientific nonsense, of course.
JENNY: Marriage?
VASTRA: Hush. There have been nine reported incidents of people apparently exploding in the last month.

"Nine!" Bill exclaimed shocked; she really hadn't thought there had been that many cases from what they'd said already. "And no one else is looking into it?"

The Doctor shook her head with a grimace, "No the police were looking into it they just weren't having much success."

JENNY: And you think they weren't spontaneous.
VASTRA: I think whoever killed the dinosaur had at least nine previous victims. All of these perished in the same spectacular fashion.

The group winced at the reminder of the dinosaur's horrible fate, and to think that nine other people had died that way, likely to these Clockwork People was a horrible thought.

(Vastra turns the easel to reveal newspaper cuttings, a map of London, and lines linking them up.)
JENNY: I thought you were painting me.
VASTRA: I was working.
JENNY: Well, why am I posing then?
VASTRA: Well, you brighten the room tremendously. Chin up a little.
JENNY: Oh, I don't understand why I'm doing this.

The group started chickling at that, thoroughly enjoying the happy couple's dynamic. They were an unusual pair but it worked for them and they seemed like great people.

VASTRA: Art? Now, why destroy the victims so completely? It's difficult, it draws attention. What advantage is to be gained?
JENNY: Well, tell us, then.

Yaz had her face scrunched up in thought, Vastra was making a great point. The spontaneous combustion was showy and not very sneaky so why? Then her eyes lit up in realisation, theories running rapidly through her mind. "To hide any evidence maybe?" She started, everyone watching as she started to piece the puzzle together. "Wait, the Clockwork Person, as you called them, it wanted that guy's eyes. Maybe it is to stop people noticing missing body parts from the victims?"

She turned to Clara and the Doctor for confirmation; the pair exchanged a look trying to decide how much to reveal before the Doctor turned and nodded to Yaz, smiling proudly. Yaz practically preened as her theory was confirmed.

VASTRA: Concealment, perhaps.
JENNY: Concealment?
VASTRA: It's a fanciful theory, but it fits the facts. By destroying the body so completely, you conceal what is missing from it.
JENNY: Missing from the body?

"She's worked it out too, and without seeing what we saw." Ryan nudged Yaz teasingly, earning a small annoyed look and a harsher nudge back.

CLARA [OC]: Madame Vastra!
(A happy Clara bursts into the room.)
VASTRA: Clara, excellent. Pop your clothes on that chair there.

Clar blushed brightly having missed Vastra's words and meaning the first time around in her excitement. She knew the Silurian was likely only teasing her but it still made her blush. She seemed to be getting more and more embarrassed in this video, more than she normally was.

CLARA: Look.
(Clara shows Vastra the Times newspaper.)
VASTRA: Advertisements, yes. So many. It's a distressing modern trend.

"And it only gets worse." Graham shook his head, he wasn't as old as Vastra but he was older then most of the normal humans in the room.

CLARA: No, look. Look.
(One advert in the personal column says - Impossible Girl. Lunch on the other side?)

"I'm guessing that's not just a random advert and it actually means something to you?" Rose raised an eyebrow at Clara who nodded. It had been a trap rather than the message she had thought it was but it had still helped lead her to the Doctor in the end.

JENNY: Ma'am?
VASTRA: The game is afoot. We're going to need a lot of tea.

"So British. Tea isn't the solution to everything." Jack shook his head teasingly, but his words gained glares from the majority of the group who disagreed.

(Vastra rings the bell. Later, Strax is pouring it out.)
VASTRA: There appears to be nothing of significance in the rest of the newspaper. Not even in the agony column.
JENNY: We can't know it's from the Doctor.
CLARA: Of course it's from the Doctor. The Impossible Girl, that's what he calls me.

"Ah." Several people nodded, admittedly curious about the nickname but not going to ask at the minute. They'd likely find out eventually anyway.

VASTRA: He says lunch, but not when or where?
JENNY: On the other side? The other side of London? Bit vague.
VASTRA: The other side of regeneration, perhaps, once he's recovered?
CLARA: So what am I supposed to do, guess where we're meeting?
VASTRA: Perhaps that's the point. Perhaps you're supposed to prove that you still know him. Think what that must mean for a man who barely knows himself.

"Doctor! You can't just disappear than leave riddles in the newspaper for Clara to try and track you down!" Donna berated the Doctor. The rest of the group was nodding along with Donna, giving the Doctor exasperated looks.

The Doctor's face was pulled into a grimace in memory of the trap however, "I didn't."

The group went silent at the Doctor's comment, all thinking the same thing.; If the Doctor didn't leave the message than who did?

"Ominous." Bill muttered in concern. If the Doctor didn't leave the message it meant someone else knew the pair well enough to set a good trap; one Clara was going to fall straight into.

CLARA: It doesn't makes sense. He doesn't do puzzles. He isn't complicated. Really doesn't have the attention span. So, keeping it dead simple. On the other side.
(She hold the page up to the light. There is another advert directly behind hers, so she turns it over to read it. Mancini's Family Restaurant, the Best Dinner in London.)

"That's clever. A trap, but a clever one." Mickey declared, nodding approvingly. He hadn't thought the Clockwork People he'd encountered were that clever or independent, but maybe this one was a different case.

[Mancini's]

(Clara crosses the street and looks up at the building, which is just as depicted in the advert. She goes inside and sits by herself on a curved bench seat in a wall alcove, with a small round table in front of it. The restaurant has other customers, but is very quiet. She examines the advert again, then sniffs. Then she coughs as she fans the air with the paper. Her companion is wearing a noisome coat.)

Clara watched the screen carefully, eyes focussed more on the other people in the restaurant than herself on screen. She knew what was going to happen and was trying to see if it was noticeable or she'd just been blinded by her focus on the Doctor. It was a bit noticeable but only if you knew to look for the quiet and repetitive manoeuvres, the others weren't likely to notice without it being pointed out. From the way the Doctor was watching the screen, she was doing and thinking the same. The pair exchanged a knowing look.

The group raised an eyebrow at seeing the Doctor wearing the tramp's coat, all wondering how he'd 'acquired it'.

DOCTOR: What's wrong?
CLARA: I don't know. Maybe the smell?
DOCTOR: I know. It's everywhere.

The group rolled their eyes at the Doctor's obliviousness, but they were mostly just happy to see the pair reunited even if it was for a trap.

CLARA: Where did you get that coat?
DOCTOR: Er, ahem, I bought it.
CLARA: From where?
DOCTOR: Er, a shop?
CLARA: No.
DOCTOR: Might have been a tramp.
CLARA: You don't have any money.
DOCTOR: Er, I had a watch.
CLARA: No. That watch was beautiful.
DOCTOR: It was my favourite.
CLARA: You swapped your favourite watch for that coat. That's maybe not a good deal.

"That's a terrible deal." Jack raised an eyebrow at the Doctor, he expected better from her really. The Doctor rolled her eyes at Jack; she'd been desperate at that point and needed the coat more than the watch. It wasn't like she'd had anything else to trade.

DOCTOR: Well, I was in a hurry. There was a terrible smell.
CLARA: Okay.
(The Doctor smiles and laughs a little.)
CLARA: No. No, don't. Don't. Don't. Don't smile. I will smile first and then you know it's safe to smile.
DOCTOR: Are you cross with me?

"You did abandon her in the middle of Victorian London just after regenerating in front of her." Rory said with a pointed look at the Doctor. The Doctor did shrug, conceding to that point, giving Clara an apologetic smile.

CLARA: I am not cross. But if I was cross it would be your fault and. Yes, I am cross.
DOCTOR: I guessed that.
CLARA: I am extremely cross.
DOCTOR: And if I hadn't changed my face, would you be cross?

Clara narrowed here eyes at those words, coming to a realisation now that she probably should have thought of a long time ago. The Doctor knew she would be getting a phone call because it had already happened for him. Eyebrows didn't know when she would get that phone call from Chinny but he knew it would happen and until then they would be together. He knew how painful that phone call would be, knew just what affect it would have on her and how much she was struggling with their regeneration but had to stand there and listen, unable to do anything, not knowing if she would stay with him in the end. She glanced across at the Doctor whose focus was on the screen; they'd already done part of their conversation so of course they were asking if she was cross – he already knew how she was feeling.

CLARA: I would be cross if I wasn't cross.
DOCTOR: Why?
CLARA: Why? An ordinary person wants to meet someone that they know very well for lunch. What do they do?
DOCTOR: Well, they probably get in touch and suggest lunch.

"Please figure out it's a trap and not just argue about the riddle." Martha muttered hopefully, glancing between the screen and the pair in the room. The two seemed to be particularly good at arguing which meant they were going to be wasting precious time.

CLARA: Mmm hmm. Okay, so what sort of person would put a cryptic note in, in a newspaper advert?
DOCTOR: Well, I wouldn't like to say.
CLARA: Oh, go on, do say.
DOCTOR: Well, I would say that that person would be an egomaniac, needy, game-player sort of person.
CLARA: Ah, thank you. Well, at least that hasn't changed.

The group couldn't help but start snickering as the pair started insulting each other/themselves because of the lack of communication/misunderstanding from the trap. The Doctor and Clara exchanged a long look at each other before joining in on the chuckles, it was quite entertaining to watch knowing what they knew now.

DOCTOR: And I don't suppose it ever will.
CLARA: No, I don't suppose it will, either.
DOCTOR: Clara, honestly, I don't want you to change. It was no bother, really. I saw your advert, I figured it out. I'm happy to play your game.
CLARA: No. No, no. I didn't place the ad. You placed the ad.
DOCTOR: No, I didn't.

"Thank god." Rose muttered glad they were finally getting somewhere. Hopefully they would be able to get out of the trap before it was snapped closed, but knowing their luck it wasn't likely. At the very least they'd quite like some answers for what was going on.

CLARA: Yes, you placed the ad, I figured it out. Impossible Girl, see? Lunch.
DOCTOR: No, look, the Impossible. That is a message from the Impossible Girl.
CLARA: For the Impossible Girl.
DOCTOR: Ooo.
CLARA: Oh.

"Well done, only took you several minutes and lots of arguing." River crossed her arms shaking her head at the pair who just shrugged.

DOCTOR: Well, if neither of us placed that ad, who placed that ad?
CLARA: Hang on. Egomaniac, needy, game-player?

"Priorities Clara." The Doctor teased the other, using the words she so often used against her. Clara just rolled her eyes, not rising to the bait for once.

DOCTOR: This could be a trap.
CLARA: That was me?
DOCTOR: Never mind that.
CLARA: Yes, I am minding that.
DOCTOR: Clara.
CLARA: You were talking about me?
DOCTOR: Clara, what is happening right now in this restaurant to you and me is more important than your egomania.
CLARA: Nothing is more important than my egomania.

The group started snickering again, concerned about the situation but unable to deny their entertainment at the pair's continuous arguing. Clara glared at the Doctor as if it was her fault for bringing it up again. The Doctor grinned back cheekily.

DOCTOR: Right, you actually said that.
CLARA: You never mention that again.
DOCTOR: It's a vanity trap. You're so busy congratulating yourself on solving the puzzle, you don't notice that you're sticking your head in a noose.

"I'm guessing you fall into a lot of those traps." Amy grinned at the Doctor with a laugh, she seemed to be a expert on it after all.

"Maybe one or two." The Doctor admitted, ignoring the group's laughter.

CLARA: What are you doing?
(The Doctor pulls a hair from his head.)
CLARA: And that isn't the only grey one, if you are, er, having a cull.

"You'd have to shave all your hair off again to get rid of the grey hairs in that regeneration." Donna snorted.

DOCTOR: What, do you have a problem with the grey ones?
CLARA: If I got new hair and it was grey, I would have a problem.
DOCTOR: Yeah, I bet you would.
CLARA: Meaning?
DOCTOR: It's too short.
(He pulls a hair from Clara's head.)

"I'm hoping you are actually pulling out hairs for a reason and not just to be petty." Martha raised an eyebrow, arms crossed. Her words a statement with a silent question obvious. The Doctor smiled mysteriously in response waving back to the screen – she wasn't going to spoil that much.

CLARA: Ow.
DOCTOR: Sorry, it was the only one out of place. I'm sure that you would want it killed.
CLARA: Ooo. Are you trying to tell me something?
DOCTOR: I'm trying to measure the air disturbance in the room.

"Because of course you are." Mickey snorted, shaking his head. He swore the Doctor only got more absurd as time went on.

CLARA: Right. Moments when you know you are boring.
(He holds the hair below the table edge and lets it go. It falls slowly downwards.)
DOCTOR: There is something extremely wrong with everybody else in this room.

The group immediately tensed in response to that comment, trying to analyse the screen to see what the Doctor's hair technique had uncovered. The Doctor and Clara shared another exchange, both very aware this time what was wrong and easily noticing it.

CLARA: Mmm. Basically, don't you always think that?
DOCTOR: Look at them. Don't look.
CLARA: You just said to look.
DOCTOR: Look without looking.

"You sound like teenage girls discussing their crush!" Amy cackled at the pair. It seemed even when in imminent danger the pair couldn't stop their arguing, which did a good job of breaking the tension in the room.

CLARA: They look fine to me. They're just eating.
DOCTOR: Are they?
(A soup spoon is repeatedly brought up to the mouth and lowered again, still full. Knifes and forks lift and fall over plates.)
CLARA: Okay, no. No, they're not eating.

"They're not real people." Ryan muttered, eyes wide in realisation and concern. It seemed the trap had already been sprung without any of them noticing. The rest of the group was making the same horrible realisation.

DOCTOR: Something else they're not doing.
(Another short grey hair falls to the floor.)
DOCTOR: (sotto) Breathing.

"Hence the hair trick." Yaz muttered, connecting the dots. They all wanted the Doctor, Clara and Vastra to stop the spontaneous combustion murders but not at the cost of them getting into this much trouble.

CLARA: (sotto) What do we do?
DOCTOR: Well, you don't want to eat, do you?
CLARA: Hmm. Slightly lost my appetite. Ahem. How long before they notice that we're different?

"I think it's a bit too late." Martha grimaced.

The Doctor matched her expression, "We were trying to be positive."

DOCTOR: Not long.
CLARA: Anything we can do?
DOCTOR: How long can you hold your breath?

Clara glared at the Doctor; realising now just what the Doctor meant but still hating it. The Doctor winced under Clara's glare; she had been (more than) a bit cruel abandoning Clara later on without much warning but they hadn't had much choice.

CLARA: We could just casually stroll out of here, like we've changed our minds.
DOCTOR: Happens all the time.
CLARA: Ha. Course it does.
(They stand. The other diners stop and stand with a clatter of clockwork. They take a step, the diners move towards them.)

"I think you should sit back down." Rory declared upon seeing the fake people move in response to them. They certainly appeared trapped and the only thing they could do was wait for the mastermind behind the trap to show themselves or make the next move.

CLARA: We could take another look at the menu.
(So they sit down again and the diners return to their tables.)

The group let out a breath at seeing the immediate danger settle back down. They didn't know what those fake people could do and they really didn't want to find out.

CLARA: What are they?
DOCTOR: I don't know. But don't worry, because that's not the question. The question is, what is this restaurant?
CLARA: Okay, what is this restaurant?
DOCTOR: I don't know.

"Great, that means none of us have any answers." Donna exclaimed frustrated. It seemed to be an annoying pattern with these videos that they never go the full picture or reason for the trouble until almost the last moment. Clara and the Doctor exchanged a glance, they knew what the restaurant was now, unfortunately.

(They look at the small menus. A waiter appears at their table.)
DOCTOR: Er, no sausages? Do you? And there's no pictures either. Do you have a children's menu?

"You are a child." Amy muttered shaking her head, but far too concerned to tease the Doctor anymore than that.

(The waiter shines a small green light at the Doctor from the tip of his pencil.)
DOCTOR: Any specials?
WAITER: Liver.
DOCTOR: I don't like liver.
WAITER: Spleen. Brain stem. Eyes.

"I don't think they're the specials." Yaz declared with a grimace.

"Unless you mean the specials that they're going to get from you." Bill added with her own grimace. It seems they had figured out what this restaurant was – not a restaurant but an organ/body part harvesting trap.

CLARA: Mmm. Is there a lot of demand for those?
DOCTOR: I don't think that's what's on the menu. I think we are the menu.
WAITER: Lungs. Skin.
DOCTOR: Excuse me.
(The Doctor reaches up and pulls off the waiter's face. There is a metal mesh beneath with a flame behind it.)

Rose and Mickey shared a glance and a nod – that was definitely one of the Clockwork drones they remembered. The rest of the group grimaced at that, all nervous about how Clara and the Doctor were going to escape this time.

CLARA: Okay. Robot in a mask.
DOCTOR: It's a face.
CLARA: Yeah, it's very convincing.
(The Doctor puts it over Clara's face.)
DOCTOR: No, it's a face.
CLARA: Oh!

The group watched the screen in disgust, things had certainly started to escalate. They all agreed with Clara's reaction and were very glad it hadn't been them in her seat having a person's face thrown in hers. Clara shot the Doctor a sharp glare for that – he hadn't needed to actually put it on her face!

"Guess we know what happened to all those people." Martha muttered with a grimace, it was a horrible fate to have body parts stolen and then be set on fire. She could only hope they were long dead before the drone started it (she had the horrible feeling they weren't).

(She throws it down.)
WAITER: Yes.
DOCTOR: Yes, what?
WAITER: Yes, we have a children's menu.
(Metal arms come out of the back of the bench and hold them tightly around the arms and legs. They are very nice arms, with hands on the end to clasp together firmly. Then the bench descends.)

"That's not a children's menu." Nardole added rather pointlessly. The tension in the room was high and everyone ignored his comment.

DOCTOR: You've got to admire their efficiency.
CLARA: Is it okay if I don't?
(They cry out as they go down.)

"I still don't." Clara agreed with herself on screen.

[Spaceship]

(A large steampunk circular place, all brass and rivets. There are various people standing still in small alcoves around the wall, and the half-face man is seated in a chair in the centre.)
DOCTOR: Hello? Hello, are you the manager? I demand to speak to the manager.

"I don't think that's going to work." Mickey raised an eyebrow at the Doctor who shrugged.

"Got to try at least." She said, it was better than sitting around trapped.

CLARA: This is not a real restaurant, is it?
DOCTOR: Well now, it's more a sort of automated organ collection station for the unwary diner. Sweeney Todd without the pies.

"Now is really not the time for jokes Doctor." Rose announced.

"There is always time for jokes." The Doctor argued, it was how she stopped herself from appearing afraid and how she coped with everything.

CLARA: So where are we now?
DOCTOR: Factually? An ancient spaceship, probably buried for centuries. Functionally? A larder.

"Lovely. My favourite place to be." Amy grimaced; voice laced with sarcasm that no one could miss.

CLARA: So why hasn't somebody come for us?
DOCTOR: We're alive.
CLARA: We're alive in a larder.
DOCTOR: Exactly. It's cheaper than freezing us.
CLARA: Okay.

"But it does mean you have some time to think up a plan, right?" Graham asked hopeful, the situation just seemed to be getting worse and worse every second. The Doctor shook her hand in a 'so-so' movement which really wasn't reassuring.

(The Doctor has shaken his sonic screwdriver out from under his coat.)

"Good you have your sonic at least." River nodded with a breath of relief. They weren't completely defenceless then. She missed the almost guilty wince that Clara and the Doctor exchanged.

DOCTOR: Are you ready?
CLARA: Go for it.
DOCTOR: Don't let it roll away.
CLARA: No.
DOCTOR: We've got one shot at this.
CLARA: Next time, make one that doesn't roll.

"What do you mean make one that doesn't roll? They're cylindrical! Besides their ability to roll is helpful sometimes." The Doctor argued, she hadn't made her case the first time around due to the dangerous situation they were in but it still stood.

"It's helpful about as often as it isn't!" Clara argued back with a huff. The Doctor pouted at that but couldn't really deny it.

DOCTOR: Go.
(The Doctor manages to shake the sonic screwdriver onto the floor near Clara's feet.)
DOCTOR: Have you got it?
CLARA: I can only just about reach it.
DOCTOR: Oh, it's at times like this I miss Amy.

The group all glanced at said red-haired Scottish woman in the room with them. Amy raised an eyebrow at the Doctor, "The advantages of having long legs." She teased knowing full well the Doctor was often annoyed about how short she was this regeneration (and wanting a distraction from the mess on screen).

CLARA: Who?
DOCTOR: Nothing.

Amy couldn't help but wince at that, she knew it really wasn't the time to discuss former companions or anything (especially with how much Clara was struggling with the Doctor's regeneration this video) but it still hurt to hear the Doctor brush her off as 'nothing'. The Doctor had winced as well, not missing Amy's reaction and shot her a small sad smile.

(Clara gathers the screwdriver between her feet and aims upwards it at the Doctor.)
CLARA: Ready?
DOCTOR: Don't miss.
(She flicks it up into his lap. He winces.)
DOCTOR: Oh.
CLARA: Sorry, did I hit something?
DOCTOR: Oh, the symbolism.

The men in the room all winced at that, knowing how painful it always was to have something hit there.

(He gets the screwdriver into his hands and unfastens his bonds with it, then Clara's.)
CLARA: You should make that thing voice-activated. Oh, for God's sake, it is, isn't it?
DOCTOR: I don't want to talk about it.

The group all looked at the Doctor in disbelief for several minutes before breaking out into laughter.

"Gor, you're a right idiot Spaceman. A genius but a dumb one." Donna exclaimed between laughs. It was just like with the door in the Tower of London in the first video, sometimes the Doctor missed or forgot the obvious.

CLARA: Doctor?
(There is a Chinaman in the nearest alcove.)
DOCTOR: Dormant.
CLARA: How do you know?
DOCTOR: I don't. I'm just hoping.

"Dormant sounds good." Rory muttered. Eyeing the still Chinaman.

"Let's hope they stay that way." Martha added with a hopeful look at the screen. It was unlikely but they could dream.

(They tiptoe away.)
CLARA: So, is it these guys that killed the dinosaur?
DOCTOR: Well, if they're harvesting organs, a dinosaur would have some great stuff.

The group all winced at the reminder of the dinosaur's death, it seemed like so long ago that they'd watched it.

CLARA: Why would robots need organs? Burke and Hare from space?
DOCTOR: No, but that's a good theory. Droids harvesting spare parts. That rings a bell.

"It should!" Rose shot the Doctor an expectant look, arms crossed. The Doctor only winced, it had taken her embarrassingly long to connect the dots despite all the clues she was given, and it hadn't been till well after the end of this mess that she had finally remembered why it was so significant.

(He stares at the Half-Face Man in the chair in the middle.)
DOCTOR: Captain, my Captain.
CLARA: Can he see us?
DOCTOR: Dormant.
CLARA: Hoping?
DOCTOR: Yep. Oh, look. He's recharging. He's asleep. Doesn't even know we're here.
CLARA: Are you sure?
DOCTOR: Sure. Not sure. One or the other.

"One sounds better than the other." Bill muttered, eyeing the screen warily.

CLARA: Okay. So, half-man, half-robot. A cyborg, yeah?

"Like Nardole, yes. This droid, no." The Doctor answered Clara's question late. The group all glanced at Nardole as they kept forgetting he was a cyborg despite literally having watched dhow it happened earlier.

DOCTOR: Oh.
CLARA: Oh?
BOTH: Oh.
DOCTOR: Look at the hands.
CLARA: What about them?
DOCTOR: Look at them.
CLARA: I'm looking.
DOCTOR: They don't match. These hands don't belong to the same body.
(One is large and fleshy, a workman's hand. The other is slim and dainty, never scrubbed a floor in its life.)

The group all grimaced at that, unable to forget that these body parts were all stolen off of poor unsuspecting people.

CLARA: I don't understand.
DOCTOR: Well, I don't blame you. See this, this is not your normal cyborg. This isn't a man turning himself into a robot. This is a robot turning himself into a man, piece by piece.

"But why?" Amy asked only to be met with the Doctor waving a hand to the screen for an explanation. They'd just have to watch and see. Rose and Mickey were both thinking back to their encounter with these kinds of robots, trying to figure out if this one had the same goal.

CLARA: That's what the restaurant's for.
DOCTOR: Well, it would need a constant supply of spare parts. You can tan skin, but organs rot. Some of that metalwork looks Roman. Wonder how long it's been around, how much of the original is even left? The eyeballs look very fresh, though.

The group grimaced at the reminder of the poor man they'd seen die earlier. The Doctor's comment about the age hitting them after a moment; if the ship and droid had been around that long than those nine people likely weren't the only victims. They didn't even want to imagine how many people the droid had harvested from.

(The arms move. They jump back.)
CLARA: Ah.

"It's not dormant then." Rory declared with a frown. That would have been too good.

(It takes hold of the chair arms, and clockwork whirrs.)
CLARA: (sotto) Is it awake?
DOCTOR: It's waking up. I think. Okay, let's go.

"Yep, definitely time to leave." Mickey nodded.

"I think it was time to go ages ago, you really shouldn't have stayed around chatting." Jack argued giving the Doctor a pointed look despite knowing he would do the exact same thing as it was the only way to figure out what was actually going on, and more importantly how to stop it.

(They tiptoe away, then run through a doorway into a brightly lit corridor. The Doctor turns back.)
DOCTOR: I've seen this before. I'm missing something.

"Lovely that you release that but now is not the time Doctor." Martha practically hissed at the Doctor, desperately hoping they would just leave before the drone woke up fully.

CLARA: Doctor.
DOCTOR: It's the brand new head, rebooting.
CLARA: Come on.
DOCTOR: I've seen this before.
CLARA: Oh, hurry up. Get out.

The room was tense as time seemed to be falling rapidly through the hour-glass, they were glad Clara seemed to be sensible at the least and was trying to get them out before it was too late. The Doctor winced, if she had just been a bit quicker and less distracted what happened next might not have happened.

(Clara returns and pushes the Doctor through the doorway as the Half-Face Man raises his arm and touches his palm. The door comes down between the Doctor and Clara. He tries to sonic it open.)

"No!" Several people exclaimed in worry and frustration. They were so close to just getting out of there unharmed.

CLARA: Doctor. Quickly.
(The door lifts a short way. The Half-Face Man is unplugging himself from his chair.)
DOCTOR: Sorry, too slow. There's no point in them catching us both.

"Doctor! You better not be about to do what I think you are!" Donna turned a glare on the Doctor, most of the room following suit as their stomachs plummeted. Things were not looking good and they didn't like the look in the Doctor's eyes.

The Doctor winced, practically confirming their horrible suspicions and their glares got even worse. "I had a plan!" She protested (it was mostly true after all, and back up had been on the way, it was just a close thing).

"A terrible one." Clara grumbled arms crossed, still annoyed. Her comment did not reassure anyone.

CLARA: Well, give me the screwdriver.
DOCTOR: I might need it.
(The Doctor closes the door fully and leaves her.)
CLARA: No. Doctor?

"Doctor!" Half the room burst out furious at the Doctor for abandoning Clara when they likely could have both made it. Even if he did have a plan, he could have at least shared it or not just abandoned Clara so completely like that. She was already struggling with his new appearance, a move like that could have completely ruined any chance of her staying. A few people had a horrible niggling thought that maybe it had been a test; a test to allow Clara to see she still knew him despite the new face and a test to see if she would trust him. They didn't like that thought.

"I know. I know!" The Doctor held her hands up, wincing and shrinking in on herself under the wright of the room's glares. There was nothing else she could say in her defence at the moment, they'd just have to watch.

(The Half-Face Man goes to the bench seat, then turns and looks for its occupants. Clara tries standing very still in a recess as the other occupants of the alcoves become active. One man opens the door and stands next to it.)

"You better hurry up with your plan Doctor." Jack gritted out, watching the screen concerned as Clara got into more and more danger as she became outnumbered. The Doctor just abandoning Clara was hitting him hard, reminding him of his own adornment even if it was (mostly) a different situation.

DOCTOR [memory]: Something else they're not doing. Breathing. How long can you hold your breath?
(Clara takes a deep breath and holds it as the Half-Face Man walks towards her. He stops and tilts his head as the gears grind, then turns away.

The group let out a breath of relief as they saw the strategy work to detour the drones for the moment, all still tense as they knew it was only a matter of time before Clar couldn't hold her breath anymore.

A tear rolls down Clara's face. The other robots move, so she imitates their stilted walk and goes through the open door into the bright passageway. She runs around the corner but just sees more robots waiting and the passage going on and on. Her lungs are bursting, so she takes a breath and falls to her knees. She passes out.)

"No Clara!" Bill muttered worriedly as they watched her pass out after getting drastically out unnumbered. She glanced at the young woman in the room with them who offered a small reassuring smile for the other human to have travelled with Eyebrows. The Doctor winced, she'd forgotten just how close everything had gotten and had missed all of this (obviously).

HALF-FACE MAN: Bring her.
(A bald robot picks her up. Clara dreams about her first day teaching at Coal Hill School. The class were completely out of control and laughing at her.)
CLARA [memory]: All right, stop. Stop. Stop it, all of you, now.
BOY [memory]: Ha, ha. It's her first day.

The group all glanced at each other, then the screen, then Clara. Confused about why they were seeing this. Clara's eyes widened, she'd almost forgotten about her weird dreams during this, they hadn't exactly seemed very significant after all in the long run, but apparently the Tardis thought they were.

(Clara is laid on the ground in front of the Half-Face Man in his chair.)
CLARA [memory]: If you don't stop it, I'm going to have each and every single one of you kicked out of this school.

"I don't think that threat will work." Martha raised an eyebrow at Clara.

Clara shook her head, "No it really didn't." She could swear that kids could smell weakness in a new teacher or a substitute, her threats had only showed them they were right.

(A dark girl's face looms.)
COURTNEY [memory]: Go on, then. Do it.
(Clara wakes up.)
HALF-FACE MAN: Where is the other one? There was another. Where is he? Where is the other? You will tell us, or you will be destroyed.

The group winced at the Clockwork Person's threats, nervous and worried about the danger Clara was still in but relieved she was at least awake again.

CLARA: What did you say?
HALF-FACE MAN: You will tell us.
CLARA: Yeah, I know. Or what?
HALF-FACE MAN: You will die.
COURTNEY [memory]: Go on, then. Do it.
(Clara stands.)

"Oh, that's why the dreams important." Rory muttered mostly to himself, with a small smile breaking across his face. Maybe there was a way out of this after all, or at least a way to distract them long enough for help to arrive.

CLARA: Go on, then. Do it. I'm not going to answer any of your questions, so you have to do it. You have to kill me. Threats don't work unless you deliver.

"Rule One about being interrogated: you are the only irreplaceable person in the room." The Doctor declared, quoting herself from her time in the Confession Dial. Clara shot her a sad look with those large doe eyes of hers, recognising why those words were familiar. It was weird to watch the start of their adventures (at least with Eyebrows) having already watched the end, but things didn't always happen in the order you expected with the Doctor.

HALF-FACE MAN: You will tell us where the other one is.
CLARA: Nope.
HALF-FACE MAN: You will be destroyed.
CLARA: Destroy me, then. And if you don't, then I'm not going to believe a single threat you make from now on. Of course, if I'm dead, then I can't tell you where the other one went then. You need to keep this place down here a secret, don't you? Never start with your final sanction. You've got nowhere to go but backwards.

"You have a bargaining chip, good." River nodded approvingly. She kept glancing at the screen and then back to her wife, suspicious of the Doctor's plan.

HALF-FACE MAN: Humans feel pain.
CLARA: Ah. Bigger threat to smaller threat. See what I mean? Backwards.
HALF-FACE MAN: The information can be extracted by means of your suffering.
CLARA: Are you trying to scare me? Well, cos I'm already bloody terrified of dying. And I'll endure a lot of pain for a very long time before I give up the information that's keeping me alive. How long have you got?

The group winced at that, understanding Clara's words far too well. Things were starting to tilt on the scale in Clara's favour at least, hopefully the Doctor's plan would kick into action soon and stop Clara having to undergo any pain though.

(The clockwork whirs, then the Half-Face Man stands up.)
CLARA: All you can offer me is my life. What you can't do is threaten it. You can negotiate.

"Show them whose boss." Ryan declared, offering a grin to Clara who smiled back a bit shakily. She hadn't been lying she'd been absolutely terrified but she didn't have a choice if she wanted to stay alive (although knowing what she knew now, the Doctor wouldn't have let the Clockwork man hurt her).

(The Half-Face Man removes his big right hand and clamps it onto his lapel.)
CLARA: Okay, okay, okay. Okay, yes, yes, yes, I'm crying and it's just because I am very frightened of you. If you know anything about human beings, that means you, you're in a lot trouble.

No one made a comment about Clara crying, all having gone through situations where they couldn't help but cry. It wasn't embarrassing, it was a natural thing to do and god knows they had all developed terrible coping mechanisms travelling with the Doctor.

(The robot has a flame-thrower where his hand was, ready to go.)

The group winced upon seeing the flame-thrower, unfortunately now understanding where the spontaneous combustion came into play.

HALF-FACE MAN: We will not negotiate.
CLARA: You don't have a choice. I tell you what. I'll answer your questions if you answer mine.
HALF-FACE MAN: We will not answer questions.
CLARA: We'll take turns. I'll go first. Why did you kill the dinosaur?

"He's getting frustrated now, you've got him on the ropes." Jack smiled reassuringly at Clara; his words weren't entirely true but they were intended more for encouragement than anything else.

HALF-FACE MAN: We will not answer questions.
CLARA: Why'd you kill the dinosaur?
HALF-FACE MAN: We will not answer questions!
CLARA: Then you might as well kill me, because I'm not talking again till you do.

"Bringing out the big threats." Yaz grinned. "How the tables have turned."

HALF-FACE MAN: Within the optic nerve of the dinosaur is material of use to our computer systems.
CLARA: You burned a whole dinosaur for a spare part? No. No, hang on. You know what's in a dinosaur's optic nerve, which means you've seen them before.

"Good you're getting information while also staying alive. The second bits the more important bit but unfortunately the harder but usually." Amy said, nodding approvingly at Clara. They were all wondering where the Doctor was during this, all hoping he would suddenly appear because despite the negotiations now going in Clara's favour, she was still in serious danger.

HALF-FACE MAN: Where is the other one?
CLARA: How long have you been rebuilding yourselves? Look at the state of you. Is there any real you left? What's the point?

"There likely isn't anything left of the original." Rose grimaced thinking back to her own encounter with them.

HALF-FACE MAN: We will reach the promised land.
CLARA: The what? The promised land? What's that?

Clara and the Doctor exchanged a look; they had a far better idea of this promised land now and who exactly was behind it. The memories weren't nice and the pair did their best to not glance at the Master no matter how much they wanted too. They didn't want to give it away or give the Master any more credit; the Doctor could already feel the Master practically preening away in the corner, proud of their achievement.

HALF-FACE MAN: Where is the other one?
CLARA: I don't know. But I know where he will be. Where he will always be. If the Doctor is still the Doctor, he will have my back.
Clara reaches behind her.)
CLARA: I'm right, aren't I? Go on. Please, please, go on, say I'm right.
(A hand grabs hers and pulls her back. Then the bald robot removes the skin from his face.)

The group let out a breath, very glad to see that Clara wasn't actually alone, although they were still annoyed at the Doctor for their mind tricks. The thought about it being a test was getting louder, knowing the Doctor it was likely, maybe unintentional but it had seemed to turn out that way. They couldn't deny that it had seemed to help Clara deal with the Doctor's regeneration too.

DOCTOR: Ah. Hello, hello, rubbish robots from the dawn of time. Thank you for all the gratuitous information. Five foot one and crying. You never stood a chance. Stop it.

"They never do." The Doctor smiled proudly at Clara.

Clara smiled back after rolling her eyes, "I'd prefer it without the crying, personally."

"Oh, but that's the best part!"

(The Doctor pulls the flame-thrower arm down and puts his sonic screwdriver into the recharger in the chair. The lights go out.)
DOCTOR: This is your power source. And feeble though it is, I can use it to blow this whole room if I see one thing that I don't like. And that includes karaoke and mime, so take no chances. See, Clara? That's how you disguise yourself as a droid.

"Priorities, Doctor!" Clara sighed exasperated about the Doctor's little joke even though she knew it was how they coped with everything, still they could have better timing.

CLARA: Yeah, well, I didn't have a lot of time. I'd been suddenly abandoned.
DOCTOR: Yeah, sorry. Well no, actually, I'm not. You're brilliant on adrenaline. And you were out of your depth, sir. Never try and control a control freak.
CLARA: I am not a control freak!

"Priorities, Clara!" The Doctor teased back, throwing Clara's words back in her face and earning a huff. The Doctor had the distinct feeling that f Clara had access to anymore pillows she would have found one thrown in her face.

DOCTOR: Yes, ma'am.
CLARA: Oh.
HALF-FACE MAN: Why are you here?
DOCTOR: Why did you invite us? The message, in the paper. That was you, wasn't it? Oh.

"If it wasn't the Clockwork droid than who was it?" Martha asked; that sounded like there was a third party involved which was never a good thing where the Doctor was involved typically.

The Doctor and the Clara shared a look, having a silent conversation - they knew exactly who had kept interfering now - but offered no answer to the group. No one even thought to look at the Master so they all missed his smug smirk.

(He takes back his screwdriver.)
DOCTOR: I hate being wrong in public. Everybody forget that happened. Clara, say the word.

"Word?" Amy asked confused, that seemed very random.

River's eyes lit up in realisation. "Oh, of course. Vastra."

CLARA: What word?
DOCTOR: They never sent you in here without a word.
CLARA: I don't want to say it.
DOCTOR: I've guessed already.
(Clara touches her top button, which glows bright blue.)
BOTH: Geronimo.

The group all grinned at the codeword, glad to see that Clara really hadn't been abandoned in anyway. The Paternoster Gang were just waiting for the signal to strike.

(Two ladies in tight leather catsuits descend from the ceiling by means of long pieces of fabric wrapped around their waists, then pull large swords from the scabbard on their backs.)
VASTRA: Remain still, and lay down your weapons in the name of the British Empire.
STRAX: Argh.
(Their short but robust companion didn't have fabric long enough. He just falls to the floor with his honking great gun.)

The group all grinned, chuckling at the sight of Strax just falling to the ground after Jenny and Vastra's graceful descent. They were all riding high on some adrenaline and relief of seeing the group with a plan and back up, the Clockwork droid didn't stand a chance now.

VASTRA: Strax.
STRAX: Sorry.
JENNY: I've told you before. Take the stairs.
DOCTOR: Oh, look. The cavalry.
HALF-FACE MAN: I burned an ancient, beautiful creature for one inch of optic nerve. What do you think you can accomplish, little man?

The group all ignored the Doctor's mumbled complaint of, "I'm not little!"

DOCTOR: What do you? Vastra?
(Vastra blocks the flame-thrower with her sword.)
VASTRA: The establishment upstairs has been disabled with maximum prejudice, and the authorities summoned.

"Good." Donna nodded approvingly; arms crossed. Glad to see one issue finally resolved, and things starting to look up in the Doctor and Clara's favour.

CLARA: Hang on, she called the police? We never do that. We should start.

"I mean the police won't always be helpful." The Doctor argued against Clara on screen, "We could call Yaz?" She offered.

"Do not call Yaz!" Yaz protested, wanting to put a stop to whatever idea the Doctor was about to come up with before she did. She ignored Ryan and Graham's snickering.

DOCTOR: You see? Destroy us if you will, they're still going to close your restaurant. That was going to sound better.

"Yeah, not the best threat Doctor." Jack grinned, he was felling better knowing that the Doctor hadn't actually abandoned Clara, and seeing them all in less danger with more help.

HALF-FACE MAN: Then we will destroy you.
(All the robots have swords for arms.)
DOCTOR: No, you won't. You're logical. You have restraint. You killed to survive. You're not a murderer.

"I mean, he is?" Bill interrupted confused, "He's killed who knows how many people and that dinosaur!" The Doctor smiled sadly understanding Bill's point but her own still stood, she waved to the screen in answer.

CLARA: He's not a what? This is a slaughterhouse.
DOCTOR: And how does that make it different from any other restaurant? You weren't vegetarian the last time I checked. This is over. Killing us won't change that. What would be the point?

"For you Doctor, I'm sure they'd make an exception." River sighed, knowing her wife far too well.

HALF-FACE MAN: To find the promised land.
DOCTOR: You're millions of years old. It's time you knew, there isn't one.
HALF-FACE MAN: I am in search of paradise.
DOCTOR: Yeah, well, me too. I'm not going to make it either.

The Doctor and Clara exchanged a glance, the 'promise land' the droid had been searching for simultaneously was and was not real.

(The Half-Face Man knocks the Doctor down.)
CLARA: Doctor!

The group all winced upon seeing the droid knock down the Doctor, tensions quickly rising as the danger apparently wasn't quite over.

HALF-FACE MAN: I will leave in the escape capsule. Destroy where necessary.
VASTRA: Escape capsule? This ship is millions of years old. It'll never fly.
HALF-FACE MAN: It has been repaired.
CLARA: What with?
HALF-FACE MAN: You.

"That makes no sense." Ryan muttered to himself. Did he mean it literally or was it just the most villain like thing to say? They hadn't collected anything from the group (thankfully).

STRAX: Defensive positions, everyone.
CLARA: Doctor. He's getting away.
(The Half-Face Man goes up on the bench seat while the rest of the robots encircle our heroes.)
HALF-FACE MAN: Your friend is intelligent. He'll know better than to follow me.

"I sincerely doubt that. Intelligent they may be, they are stupid at heart." Jack grinned, ignoring the Doctor's elbow as it hit him in the arm. No one argued with him all thinking the same.

(The Doctor is holding on to a convenient brass handle on the underside of the seat.)

"And I was right." Jack grinned wider.

"No one doubted you." River countered.

[Outside Mancini's]

(Gregson has brought two uniformed policemen with him.)
GREGSON: Right, here we are. This is the place. Come with me.
(He goes inside.)

"Huh. She really did call the police." Rory blinked, that was unusual to see but good as it meant more help to deal with the mess hopefully and less explanations.

[Spaceship]

VASTRA: It is our intent to leave. If it is your intent to stop us, perhaps we should get down to business.

[Mancini's]

(Overturned tables and deactivated robots.)
GREGSON: Dear Lord, what has she landed us with this time?
(The Half-Face Man arrives on the bench seat and stands up.)
HALF-FACE MAN: The restaurant is closed.

"That is an understandable reaction." Mickey announced upon seeing the police run out the door at the appearance od the Clockwork droid with a flame-thrower.

"It does make you wonder what other situations Vastra has got them into though." Amy declared thoughtfully.

[Outside Mancini's]

GREGSON: Keep everyone out. No one goes in there.

[Mancini's]

(The Doctor pours two glasses of whiskey.)

"How did he not notice you move there?" Rose asked confused, the Doctor had just been dangling below the seat, how could the droid of missed his movement.

"I can be sneaky!" The Doctor protested.

"Of course, you can Sweetie." River patted her head teasing. Being physically sneaky wasn't the Doctor's strong suit (mentally yes but literally sneaking up on someone less so).

HALF-FACE MAN: What are you doing?
DOCTOR: I've got the horrible feeling I'm going to have to kill you. I thought you might appreciate a drink first. I know I would.
(The Half-Face Man turns back to the control panel in the wall and pulls down a small lever. There is a grinding sound.)

"What's he trying to do now?" Ryan complained.

"An escape plan probably." Graham suggested.

"How do you know that?" Ryan turned to Graham.

"Well he said it, didn't he. And that's what these blokes always do in this kind of situation." Graham answered back like it was obvious. Yaz rolled her eyes at the pair of them.

[Outside Mancini's]

(The roof opens.)
GREGSON: Watch out.

[Mancini's]

DOCTOR: Fifty first century, right? Time travelling spaceship crashed in the past. You're trying to get home the long way round.

"Been there a long time and still got quite a way to go." Jack grimaced; he knew that first hand. But this drone had been harvesting body parts for a long time and would have continued to do so for even longer if the Doctor, Vastra and Clara hadn't stopped it.

HALF-FACE MAN: I go to the promised land.
DOCTOR: So you keep saying. Okay, so your restaurant is made out of your old ship. But you're wasting your time. It can't ever fly.

"I think he's going to prove you wrong, Doctor." Donna decided with a frown.

"Unfortunately, they like to do that." The Doctor confirmed with her own grimace.

(The Doctor picks up a posy that had been on a table.)
HALF-FACE MAN: The escape pod is viable.
DOCTOR: How? You can't patch up a spaceship with human remains. You know, this really is ringing a bell.

"You can worry over your memory troubles later, focus on stopping his escape plan." Martha shook her head with a sigh.

(The room shakes.)
DOCTOR: Okay, that's clever. How are you powering it?
HALF-FACE MAN: Skin.

The room all grimaced at that, skin tingling in thought of that, the balloon was huge after all. They didn't want to know how many people had been killed to make it.

[Outside Mancini's]

(A giant pink balloon rises out of the building.)
GREGSON: Get to the station. We need more men.
POLICEMAN: What shall I tell them is happening?
GREGSON: Go!

"I don't think there' any explanation for that kind of mess." Rory grimaced.

"At least not one they'll understand." Mickey added in agreement.

[Spaceship]

VASTRA: How many do you estimate, my dear?
JENNY: More than upstairs. About twenty, thirty?
VASTRA: The ones upstairs were mere decoys. These are battle ready. I anticipate a challenge.
STRAX: Don't worry, my boy, we shall die in glory.
CLARA: Okay. Good-o.

"You'll be fine. Vastra, Jenny and Strax are very good fighters." River reassured Clara.

[Mancini's]

(The escape pod is the main room of the restaurant, carried aloft by the pink balloon. The Doctor removes a fuse from the board and reads the inscription.)
DOCTOR: SS Marie Antoinette. Out of control repair droids cannibalising human beings. I know that this is familiar, but I just can't seem to place it.
HALF-FACE MAN: How would you kill me?
DOCTOR: Sister ship of the Madame De Pompadour. No, not getting it.

"That's the group we dealt with, isn't it?" Rose asked despite already knowing it was the case. The drones had all been after Madame de Pompadour after all, it was kind of a hard thing to forget.

"Yep!" The Doctor answered far too cheerfully. Those ships and drones really shouldn't be allowed if this had happened several times they crashed, that was just a huge risk for health and safety – all the drones going off and killing people to harvest body parts couldn't be good for your business.

(He sniffs the posy then throws it aside.)
HALF-FACE MAN: How would you kill me?
DOCTOR: Why don't you have a drink first? It's only human.
HALF-FACE MAN: I am not human.
DOCTOR: Neither am I.

"Both good points." Bill muttered, the interaction on screen was taking a very different turn from that expected and from that going on back down on the ground with Clara.

[Spaceship]

STRAX: Why can't you stay dead, coward?
(The robots keep getting back up.)

"Because they're robots Strax." The Doctor sighed, answering Strax despite him being on screen and unable to hear her.

[Mancini's]

(The balloon and its gondola float over Saint Pauls Cathedral.)
DOCTOR: What do you think of the view?
HALF-FACE MAN: I do not think of it.
DOCTOR: I don't think of it. I don't. Droids and apostrophes, I could write a book. Except you are barely a droid any more. There's more human in you than machine. So tell me, what do you think of the view?

"Where are you going with this Doctor?" Amy asked, eyes narrowed. This really wasn't going the way they'd expected. The Doctor didn't answer. Clara was watching the screen as curious as the rest of the group, she hadn't seen this part (obviously) and the Doctor had been vague n what had happened as usual.

(The Half-Face Man gets up and draws back the net curtain. They are heading towards Westminster.)
HALF-FACE MAN: It is beautiful.
DOCTOR: No, it isn't. It's just far away. Everything looks too small. I prefer it down there. Everything is huge. Everything is so important. Every detail, every moment, every life clung to.

The group blinked at the Doctor's answer, several of them had been about to agree with the Clockwork Man that London did look beautiful from up high but the Doctor did make a good point. An unusual one, a very Doctor-one, but a good one nonetheless.

HALF-FACE MAN: How could you kill me?
DOCTOR: For the same reason that you're asking me that question, because you don't really want to carry on. What'll happen to the other droids when you die? You're the control node, aren't you? Presumably they'll deactivate.

"That's the answer then." Jack mumbled thoughtfully; the only way the others would stay own is f this one did. Clara nodded along with the screen; this was certainly clearing some things up.

HALF-FACE MAN: I will not die. I will reach the promised land.
DOCTOR: There isn't any promised land. This is just. It's a superstition that you have picked up from all the humanity you've stuffed inside yourself.

"I wish it was." The Doctor whispered to themselves, unheard by anyone else. Based on the look Clara was giving her, the other woman knew what she was thinking though.

HALF-FACE MAN: I am not dead.
DOCTOR: You are a broom. Question. You take a broom, you replace the handle, and then later you replace the brush, and you do that over and over again. Is it still the same broom? Answer? No, of course it isn't. But you can still sweep the floor. Which is not strictly relevant, skip that last part. You have replaced every piece of yourself, mechanical and organic, time and time again. There's not a trace of the original you left. You probably can't even remember where you got that face from.
(The Doctor holds up a silver plate between himself and the Half-Face Man. The droid takes it, looks carefully, then drops it.)

The group watched quietly, all recognising that this was going to be a time where the Doctor won through a mental/spoken battle rather than an actual physical one. Arguably, the Doctor was at their most dangerous during these kinds of mental battles, having had lots of practise over the years.

HALF-FACE MAN: It cannot end.
DOCTOR: It has to. You know it does. And there's only one way out.
(The Doctor opens the doors.)
HALF-FACE MAN: Self-destruction is against my basic programme.
DOCTOR: And murder is against mine.
(They struggle in the doorway.)

The group tensed again upon seeing the pair grapple, the Doctor was far too close to falling for their liking, although they knew it likely wouldn't happen as the Doctor was in the room with them safe.

[Spaceship]

(The women's arms are held firmly by the droids, and Vastra's sword is forced from her hands.)
VASTRA: Jenny!
(Sword points are at everyone's throats.)

"Oh no." Someone muttered, they'd all relaxed thinking the battle was won, both in the restaurant and in the sky but now both groups were in danger again.

CLARA: Hold your breath. They're stupid. Everybody hold their breath.
(They do. The droids pause then lower their weapons. Clara picks up the sonic screwdriver and crawls through the droid's legs on her hands and knees.)
VASTRA [OC]: Be brave, my love. I can store oxygen in my lungs. Share with me.
(Vastra and Jenny lock lips. Clara sonicks the door.)

The group was holding their breath waiting to see the group all safe rather than in solidarity with them. They were glad that Clara had remembered that fact but they were desperately hoping the Doctor would hurry up and destroy the Clockwork Man so these drones would stop and stay down finally.

[Mancini's]

HALF-FACE MAN: You are stronger than you look.
DOCTOR: And I'm hoping you are too. This is over. Are you capable of admitting that?
HALF-FACE MAN: Do you have it in you to murder me?
DOCTOR: Those people down there. They're never small to me. Don't make assumptions about how far I will go to protect them, because I've already come a very long way. And unlike you, I don't expect to reach the promised land.

The group all watched the Doctor in his element on screen. They always seemed to make a habit of making speeches just after regeneration during their first time saving the planet (which was typically Earth) and this one did not disappoint. They only wished the Doctor would hurry up about it before Clara and the Paternoster Gang couldn't hold their breath any longer.

(The Half-Face Man turns off his flame thrower. They release each other.)
DOCTOR: You realise, of course, one of us is lying about our basic programming.
HALF-FACE MAN: Yes.
DOCTOR: And I think we both know who that is.

The group all eyed the Doctor who was suspiciously not meeting anyone's gaze. They all had the feeling both of them were lying about their basic programming. They'd all seen the Doctor kill before (it was rare and they hated it but it did happen, especially when in protection of others), and the Clockwork Man didn't have anything left of their original self, so what were the chances they couldn't self-destruct. They also had the feeling they'd never actually find out who took action on that hot air balloon.

[Spaceship]

(Strax is about to fire his weapon before he passes out.)
VASTRA: Stop.
(They all breathe. Clara can't get the screwdriver to work for her. As the sword tips are about to pierce their skin, the droids suddenly bend forward at the waist, deactivated. Clara and Jenny faint. A top hat falls past a giant clock face at twenty five past one. A droid is impaled on the cross at the top of the tower. The Doctor looks straight at us.)

The group all let out a deep breath of relief upon seeing the droids stop just in time and the Clockwork Man finally defeated for good. They didn't feel much sympathy for it as it had been harvesting body parts for millennia. They had the feeling they would never find out for sure whether he had jumped or the Doctor had pushed him, and they weren't sure they wanted to know.

"Cutting it a bit close there, Doctor." Clara smiled softly at the Doctor, in an attempt to break the remaining tension. The Doctor smiled weakly back but didn't say anything, she hadn't know it had been that close.

[Courtyard]

(Strax drives the women home in the carriage.)
STRAX: Whoa.
JENNY: You're sure he'd come back here?
VASTRA: There's no trace of him in the wreckage. They searched all Parliament Hill. Where else would he go?
(There is a square space in the straw where the Tardis had been stood.)
VASTRA: I fear we have missed him.

"Please tell me you haven't abandoned Clara? Again!" Donna exclaimed in disbelief.

"I didn't really abandon her the first time!" The Doctor argued.

"Not the point, Spaceman!" Donna shot back straight away with a glare. The Doctor winced holding her hands up in surrender. She'd come back, and they knew that as they knew Clara had travelled with Eyebrows. The group still shot Clara sympathetic looks and glares at the Doctor.

[Vastra's chamber]

VASTRA: Please come in.
(Clara is back in her mini-kilt.)
CLARA: I'm not interrupting?
VASTRA: I should be glad of your company. What can I do for you?
CLARA: Ah, well, that's exactly what I was going to ask you. Seems like I'm stuck here now. Got a vacancy?

"They would always take you in, or nay friend of the Doctor's." River smiled fondly, thinking back to her own fond memories of time spent in that house with them.

"I'd prefer it wasn't necessary though." Amy argued.

VASTRA: You would be very welcome to join our little household, but I have it on the highest authority that the Doctor will be returning for you very soon.
CLARA: Whose authority?
VASTRA: Well, the person who knows him best in all the universe.
CLARA: And who's that?
VASTRA: Miss Clara Oswald. Who perhaps has, by instinct, already dressed to leave.
CLARA: I just wanted a change of clothes. I don't think I know who the Doctor is any more.
(They hear the sound of an ancient set of time rotors outside.)
VASTRA: It would seem, my dear, you are very wrong about that. Clara? Give him hell. He'll always need it.

The group grinned upon hearing the familiar sound of the Tardis appearing; they hadn't really doubted it but it was glad to see all the same. Now they just had to deal with Clara's last bit of the struggle with the new appearance of the Doctor and find out what had changed her mind about knowing him enough to travel with him.

[Tardis]

(The dinosaur sputum has gone from the outside.)
CLARA: You've redecorated.

The group was all taking in the old-to-them/new-on-screen appearance of the Tardis inside. All comparing it to their own as they did every time, but they were mostly just happy to see the Doctor and Clara reunited properly without any danger.

DOCTOR: Yes.
CLARA: I don't like it.

"Yes, you do." The Doctor grinned teasingly at Clara.

Clara sighed, crossing her arms but did reluctantly admit, "Yes, I do." It had just been yet anther thing that had changed in such a short time, the last thing she'd had of her first Doctor. Of course, she hadn't liked it at first but it grew on her just like the Doctor's newest regeneration had.

(The spirit of Patrick Troughton lives on. I like it. Nice straight-forward console, a frieze of roundels on the wall and a high-backed chair for the Doctor. There is even a bookcase.)
DOCTOR: Not completely entirely convinced myself. I think there should be more round things on the walls. I used to have lots of round things. I wonder where I put them? I'm the Doctor. I've lived for over two thousand years, and not all of them were good. I've made many mistakes, and it's about time that I did something about that. Clara, I'm not your boyfriend.

"Well, this conversation has taken a turn." Rory declared, blinking at the sudden change of topic. The group all shifted uncomfortable getting the feeling they were intruding on something private that they would never normally have known about without the Tardis' interference.

CLARA: I never thought you were.
DOCTOR: I never said it was your mistake.
(He sets the Tardis flying then shows off the red silk lining of his dark blue Crombie coat. He looks like a Magician).
DOCTOR: What do you think?

The group seemed to honestly consider the Doctor's outfit, humming and hahing in decision. "Better than some of your fashion choices Sweetie." River smiled warmly with a touch of teasing.

"Oi!" The Doctor protested; all her fashion choices were good after all (they weren't but she'd never admit that out loud).

"You look like a magician." Bill grinned, not that she would change it in anyway. This was the Doctor she had travelled with after all and it was nice to see the familiar outfit.

CLARA: Who put that advert in the paper?
DOCTOR: Who gave you my number? A long time ago, remember? You were given the number of a computer helpline, and you ended up phoning the Tardis. Who gave you that number?
CLARA: The woman. The woman in the shop.
DOCTOR: Then there's a woman out there who's very keen that we stay together.

"Someone else is interfering and trying to keep you together." Jack frowned, that really didn't sound good. It could be a friend trying to help both of them but knowing the Doctor's luck that was sincerely unlikely.

The group all missed the knowing look the Doctor and Clara exchanged.

(The Tardis lands. Sadly, the time rotor does not go up and down.)
DOCTOR: How do you feel on the subject?
CLARA: Am I home?
DOCTOR: If you want to be.
CLARA: I'm sorry. I'm, I'm so, so sorry. But I don't think I know who you are any more.

The group all flinched at that, feeling sympathy and understanding for both of the pair despite wanting them both to stay together. They couldn't help but be curious about what had changed Clara's mind though as she had just stated she wanted to leave. They were all thinking maybe she had for a while and come back later? Or maybe the Doctor gave one of his speeches? They were very curious to know the reason.

(Her mobile phone rings.)
DOCTOR: You'd better get that. It might be your boyfriend.
CLARA: Shut up. I don't have a boyfriend.
(Clara goes outside to answer the call.)

River and Jack narrow their eyes in suspicion at the Doctor, that hadn't been a teasing comment or at least not a normal one. They were up to something.

[City street]

CLARA: Hello? Hello?
DOCTOR 11 [OC]: It's me.
CLARA: Yes, it's you. Who's this?
DOCTOR 11 [OC]: It's me, Clara. The Doctor.
CLARA: What do you mean, the Doctor?

The group's eyes all widened in realisation as they recognised the voice they'd heard on screen in the last video. So this was what the Doctor had done to get Clara to stay, but how?

[Trenzalore / City street]

DOCTOR 11: I'm phoning you from Trenzalore.
CLARA: I don't
DOCTOR 11: From before I changed. I mean it's all still to happen for me. It's coming. Oh, it's a-coming.
(Back then, Clara replaced the Tardis police phone back on its hook.)

"Oh, the phone!" Martha connected the dots. They'd all completely ignored that detail in the last video not knowing it would be significant, bit oh, it was significant.

The group were very curious but couldn't help but feel guilty for listening in on what was so clearly a private conversation that no one else had ever been meant to hear. They shot Clara apologetic looks but couldn't do anything else but watch as the video continued.

DOCTOR 11: Not long now. I can feel it.
CLARA: Why? Why would you do this?
DOCTOR 11: Because I think it's going to be a whopper, and I think you might be scared. And however scared you are, Clara, the man you are with right now, the man I hope you are with, believe me, he is more scared than anything you can imagine right now and he, he needs you.
DOCTOR: So who is it?

Clara turned her sad doe eyes on the Doctor in the room. That question from Eyebrows had been so redundant, of course he already knew who it was on the phone it had already happened once for him. But watching this, keeping her eyes focused on the Eyebrow's face she could see the fear and nerves written all over it. Up until this point the Doctor had none they would still be together but after this they didn't know and they were still fearing rejection, the rejection Clara had just given him and was about to walk away after.

DOCTOR 11: Is that the Doctor?
DOCTOR: Is that the Doctor?
CLARA: Yes.
DOCTOR 11: He sounds old. Please tell me I didn't get old. Anything but old. I was young. Oh, is he grey?
CLARA: Yes.

The group smiled sadly at Chinny's words, all able to read through the attempt to be funny (with a bit of genuine question in it) to the truth underneath it. Chinny was confirming they were still together and still trying to reassure Clara at the same time.

Rose watched quietly, feeling so much sympathy for Clara in this situation having gone through it herself. She couldn't help but feel a bit jealous knowing how much a phone call like this from her old Doctor would have helped, but she hadn't been as unsure as Clara was, she hadn't needed it to give her new Doctor a chance.

DOCTOR 11: Clara, please, hey, for me, help him. Go on. And don't be afraid. Goodbye, Clara. Miss ya.

They were quiet as the phone call ended, the last words Clara would eve hear from Chinny, and only her decision left for Eyebrows.

[City street]

(Clara is sniffling.)
DOCTOR: Well?
CLARA: Well what?
DOCTOR: He asked you a question. Will you help me?
CLARA: You shouldn't have been listening.

"He wasn't." Ryan mumbled quietly.

DOCTOR: I wasn't. I didn't need to. That was me talking. You can't see me, can you? You look at me, and you can't see me. Have you any idea what that's like? I'm not on the phone, I'm right here, standing in front of you. Please, just, just see me.

The group was silent, hearts breaking again for the Doctor who had had to do this so many times before, all wondering how many times the Doctor had been rejected by past friends and companions because of something they couldn't help. They weren't sure they would have had the strength for that.

Clara and Rose both felt very thankful that they hadn't abandoned their respective Doctors after regeneration, as they could see how much it hurt the one on screen. No one had missed the way the Doctor in the room was nodding along with herself on screen unconsciously, and no one was going to mention it.

(Clara walks forward and studies his face carefully. Then she smiles a little.)
CLARA: Thank you.
DOCTOR: For what?
CLARA: Phoning.
(She throws her arms around his neck.)
DOCTOR: I, I don't think that I'm a hugging person now.
CLARA: I'm not sure you get a vote.

"You absolutely don't." Clara smiled softly at the Doctor.

"I make exceptions for important things and people." The Doctor smiled back. She still wasn't particularly a hugging person in this regeneration but there were always exceptions. And she would always deny it, but she had needed the hug Clara had just given her on screen. It made Clara's acceptance and decision all the more real.

DOCTOR: Whatever you say.
CLARA: This isn't my home, by the way.
(She lets go.)

"Oh, god." Donna groaned. "Where on Erath has the idiot landed this time."

"Oi!"

DOCTOR: Sorry. I'm sorry about that. I missed.
CLARA: Where are we?
DOCTOR: Glasgow, I think.
CLARA: Ah. You'll fit right in. (Scots) Scottish.

"Could be worse." Jack mused, looking around the screen. "You seem to be about the right time at least."

DOCTOR: Right. Shall we, er. Do you want to go and get some coffee, or chips, or something? Or chips and coffee?
CLARA: Coffee. Coffee would be great. You're buying.
DOCTOR: I don't have any money.
CLARA: You're fetching, then.
DOCTOR: I'm not sure that I'm the fetching sort.
CLARA: Yeah, still not sure you get a vote.

The group were all grinning widely as the pair seemed to settle, happy to see them remain together and in no (noticeable) danger for once.

Clara turned to the Doctor with her arms crossed, it had taken the Doctor three weeks to show up with the coffee after abandoning her in Glasgow only to show up with trouble alongside the coffee. After seeing how long they had left Amy though definitely put three weeks in context. Still, she gave him a small glare for that even as she was riding the high of the emotions of the video.

[Garden]

(The Half-Face man wakes in a place looking very like the Pompeian Garden at Dyffren House, also used in the Sarah Jane Adventure, The Eternity Trap. The wisteria is in full bloom. He puts on his top hat. A woman in Edwardian costume is sitting on the edge of the fountain. She is the Gatekeeper of the Nethersphere, according to the BBC's own Doctor Who Blog.)

The whole group had watched confused as the Clockwork Man showed up on screen again, no one knowing what was going on, even the Doctor and Clara.

Then Missy showed up on screen and the realisation settled on the few that knew her, Clara and the Doctor exchanged a look both sharing the thought of – this must be the Nethersphere where Missy had collected the souls for her Cyberman army. They hadn't realised she'd been collecting so long but it would make sense.

Nardole had gulped upon seeing the unfortunately familiar face while Bill had shot straight up in her seat, exclaiming, "Missy!"

"Missy?" Martha asked wearily, eyeing the Master in the corner who was grinning smugly. She had a feeling she already knew the answer to her question and hated it but she still wanted it confirmed. The rest of the group had caught onto Martha's train of thought, their eyes all glancing between the Doctor and the Master.

The Doctor grimaced before sighing and answering, "Missy aka the Mistress, aka the Master. Yes. That's this homicidal maniac's -" Here she pointed to the Master who waved teasingly, "female regeneration. And regeneration before this one. We had an unfortunate few run ins."

"Sorry you missed it all Dr Jones." The Master teased, smile not friendly in the least.

Martha and the others that had had run ins with the Master all tensed. "That's Dr Smith to you." Martha spat back, she would never be comfortable with the Master no matter what the Doctor said, and hated they were in the room with them. It seems they were going to have to watch Missy at some point soon then, wouldn't that be fun? (Note the sarcasm).

"Doctor-." Jack started, body tense and eyes never leaving the smirking Master.

The Doctor sighed again giving the Master a pointed glare, "How about we just watch the end of the video, surely there's not much left." Reluctantly the group settled turning their eyes back on the screen and away from the smirking Master.

MISSY: Hello. I'm Missy. You made it. I hope my boyfriend wasn't too mean to you.
HALF-FACE MAN: Boy friend?

Several of the group shifted uncomfortable at that comment, all knowing who Missy was referring to and hating it. Bill eyed the Doctor knowingly while the Doctor just sighed again, rubbing their forehead.

MISSY: Now, did he push you out of that thing, or did you fall? Couldn't really tell. He can be very mean sometimes. Except to me, of course, because he loves me so much. I do like his new accent, though. Think I might keep it.
HALF-FACE MAN: Where am I?
MISSY: Where do you think you are? Look around you. You made it. The promised land. Paradise. Welcome to heaven.
(She snaps her teeth together and dances around the water feature.)

Thankfully the screen turned blank as the video finally finished. The room was still tense at the last reveal of Missy's involvement to some degree, those that had run into the Master before had the feeling that was only part of Missy's larger plan.

The Doctor clapped loudly in the silent room, everyone' heads snapping too her they were so tense. "Lovely, that's another one finished. We ready to move on?" She was sincerely hoping they would just say yes, so they could move past Missy's appearance at the end.

She was very grateful when she received a crowd of tense nods, all wanting to move on from the emotional chaos and mess of the last few videos. Hopefully there would be a nice calm, emotional pain free video next.

The Doctor put on a weak smile, "Let's see what's up next then!"