A/N: This chapter was taking forever to write, so I split it in half so that I could post something for everyone. Hopefully you all enjoy it! I also have a picture of Di's outfit on my pinterest (in case anyone was interested).

"You look beautiful."

I glanced hesitantly at the mirror, looking at my reflection and the dress both Clara and the TARDIS had picked out for me. It was a beautiful navy blue dress in a 1920's style with a v-neck and thin sleeves gathered at the top of my shoulders by a beaded brooch. At the bottom of the v shaped neckline was another beaded brooch slightly larger than the others. The dress itself was very flattering and slimming, which I greatly appreciated. Sewn just a few inches lower than my hip area was a thin line of black beads. Another piece of lace-y, mostly see through material was attached over the main skirt at that point.

"Thanks," I said shyly, feeling my cheeks flush with heat. "It's a beautiful dress. Wish the sleeves were a little longer, though."

Clara shook her head. "No, it looks perfect. All you need is some nice jewelry and some curls in your hair, and you'll look amazing."

"What about you?" I asked as I turned away from the mirror. "Have you decided on a dress yet?"

"This one, I think," Clara said as she looked at one of the dresses draped over a chair.

I nodded. "I like that one best."

"You go look for some shoes while I change, okay?"

"Sure," I said before heading off into the depths of the wardrobe.

The TARDIS moved a few racks of clothes out of my way as I walked, placing some of them in my way so she could guide me. I stopped when I came across a display stand of shoes, not unlike something you would see in a shop back on Earth. I knew Clara had a fondness for heels, so I kept that in mind as I looked over the different types of shoes. All of the shoes were one of two sizes, one size being mine and the other - I assumed - was Clara's. I eventually decided on two pairs of the same shoes: black heels with an ankle strap and another strap connecting the ankle piece to the toe piece.

"So I don't really know your size, but I think the TARDIS helped me out on that," I said once I returned to the changing rooms. "I know you like heels, so I think you might like these."

"I'm sure I'll love them," Clara called from inside one of the rooms. "Could you help me, though? Just for a minute. I'm having trouble with this zipper."

"Yeah." Setting the shoes down just outside the door, I stepped inside Clara's room and was immediately tongue tied. Despite wearing nothing but some stockings and the dress, which was still half zippered in the back, Clara looked absolutely stunning. The dress was surprisingly form fitting and showed off her every curve. "Wow," I breathed.

Clara looked over her shoulder at me. "What?" she asked.

"You… You look gorgeous."

"Shut up," she laughed.

"No, really," I said seriously. "You look… Wow."

Clara's cheeks turned pink as she glanced back at her reflection. She smiled in embarrassment and awkwardly rubbed the back of her neck. "Thank you," she said.

Realizing I was staring, I cleared my throat and quickly stepped forward. "Sorry," I mumbled as I reached for her zipper. "Let me just… get this for you."

Once I had taken care of Clara's zipper, I stepped back and grabbed at the door handle. I reached outside the room to grab her shoes and then handed them to her with a smile. Clara flashed me a smile in return as she bent over to pull the shoes on. As I watched Clara adjust the ankle strap on the heels, I suddenly felt my eyes well with tears. After everything she and the Doctor and been through, after everything she and I had been through, she was really leaving.

Less than a minute later, Clara stood up straight and looked at her reflection. She smiled slightly as she twisted her legs into various angles so she could look at the shoes better. "They look nice," she said. "Why don't you try yours on and-? … Diana?"

I met Clara's gaze in the mirror, my eyes watery and my bottom lip trembling. "I'm sorry," I whispered.

"What is it?" she asked worriedly as she turned around to look at me properly.

"I don't want you to go."

Clara's eyes went wide and watery as well. "I have to," she said.

"Can't you stay?" I asked. "Whatever happened, can't you work it out?"

Clara shook her head. "I made my choice. I talked it over with Danny and I thought for a long time about it. I need to do this. I need to say goodbye." Clara suddenly reached out and put a hand over mine. "But that doesn't mean I won't ever see you again. You could come over some time, you and the Doctor. We could have dinner or go out somewhere."

I smiled and nodded. "I'd like that."

"There, see? Nothing to worry about. I'm just not gonna travel with you two anymore. Doesn't mean I can't see you. Now dry your tears. We still have to do our hair," the school teacher laughed.

I let Clara go first as we walked from the wardrobe to the console room, anxiously fiddling with my phone the entire time. I didn't really want to see the Doctor so soon after our argument, but I couldn't not be there for Clara's goodbye trip. Especially when it meant so much to her that I be there.

She looks lovely, I thought to myself. Not going to lie, I felt more than a little flustered when I saw her. But seriously though, she looks amazing. I smiled a little as I watched her hair bounce as she walked. She should cut her hair like that permanently. It looks so nice short. I wonder how silly I'd look if I cut my hair that short?

"Doctor?" Clara called as we reached the console room, passing through the doorway that connected the room to the rest of the ship. "We're ready."

"Ah, good," the Time Lord replied from across the room. "I was starting to wonder if I needed to send in a rescue party." His back was turned towards us as he leaned over the console, but as soon as he turned around he froze completely. "Clara, you look wonderful."

I smiled a little from my place by the doorway, watching the Doctor's eyes widen as he stared at Clara. Clara laughed and shook her head. "You and Diana both seem to think I look good," she said. "Not sure why. It's just some fancy dress."

The Doctor glanced past Clara at me, his eyebrows drawn together in concern. I could just make out a faint bruise on his cheek from where I'd hit him and felt a twinge of guilt. I immediately looked away from his face and glanced over his new outfit instead. He had traded in his red lined coat for some kind of tuxedo coat and a tie not unlike the one had once worn in his first incarnation.

"Diana," he said softly, nodding his head towards me in acknowledgement.

I swallowed nervously and nodded in return. "Doctor."

"You look… beautiful," he murmured.

Smiling a little, I glanced down at the floor and awkwardly scratched my arm. "Thanks," I replied.

Suddenly clearing his throat, the Doctor gestured to the TARDIS doors. "Shall we go?" he asked.

Clara leaned against the console and nodded. The Doctor immediately pulled on the dematerialization lever and the ship wheezed in response. The ship had barely landed before the Doctor was striding across the room to the doors, pulling them open as Clara and I trailed after him. The Doctor offered Clara his hand and helped her out of the ship, then turned to me with his hand extended in my direction.

"May I?" he asked softly.

I nodded after a moment and reached out to grab his hand. His fingers curled around mine as I stepped out of the TARDIS and into what appeared to be some sort of storage room. I released the Doctor's hand and moved to stand beside Clara as I looked around the room in confusion.

The Doctor closed the doors behind us and then gestured to the room. "Your train awaits, my ladies," he said with a hesitant smile.

Clara looked skeptically at the Time Lord. "Wonderful," she said sarcastically.

"The baggage car. But thanks for lying," the Doctor replied. He stepped past us towards a door set in the right hand wall. "The real wonderful is through here."

Clara glanced at me and smiled before walking over to the door. The Doctor pushed it open for her and let her walk through, then looked over at me. He raised his eyebrows in silent questioning, waiting for me to follow her lead. I hurried after Clara through the open doorway, mumbling a hesitant "thank you" to the Doctor for holding the door for me.

Just outside the door was a narrow hallway decorated in burgundy and black, and lit by a single overhead lamp. At the end of the hallway directly in front of us was another door with a window in the middle, which allowed us to see through into the next car. There were people dressed in outfits similar to ours and swaying along to music that I could barely hear.

The Doctor suddenly stepped up behind me, his torso brushing against my back as he tried to get out of my way. "There were many trains to take the name Orient Express," he told us as he started for the other door, "but only one in space."

Clara stepped through the open doorway first, then myself with the Doctor right behind me. "Of course it is," she laughed as the Doctor closed the door behind us.

The Doctor moved to stand on my right side and I could see him watching Clara and I from the corner of my eye. On either side of the car was a line of plush red chairs with small tables beside them. At the far end was a bar and standing right beside it was a beautiful young woman with long black hair and a cream colored 1920s style dress. She was singing a familiar, jazzy song into an old microphone while a small band played next to her.

"Completely faithful recreation of the original Orient Express," the Doctor began explaining. "Except slightly bigger. And in space. Oh, and the rails are actually hyperspace ribbons. But in every other respect, identical. Painstaking attention to detail." A bald man with a steampunk eyepatch suddenly shouldered his way past the Doctor and I, bumping rudely into both of us as he walked away. The Doctor glared at the man as he rubbed his arm. "Most of the time."

The singer, who had a very beautiful voice, was swaying to the music as she sang. "I'm a rocket ship on my way to Mars, on a collision course. I am a satellite, I'm out of control. I'm a sex machine ready to reload. Like an atom bomb about to oh, oh, oh explode!"

"That song. It sounds familiar," I said softly. Turning to Clara, I asked, "Do you know it?"

"I think it's Queen," she said with a smile.

"The band?" I asked hesitantly.

"Diana, remind past me to teach you about classic rock," the Doctor said to me as his arm brushed against mine.

"Never heard this song quite like this before though," Clara said with a somewhat sad smile. "It's nice."

Glancing past me at the other woman, the Doctor sighed. "You're doing it again," he said in frustration.

"Doing what?" Clara asked in confusion.

"The smile."

Clara laughed. "Yeah, I'm smiling."

"It's the sad smile. It's a smile, but you're sad. It's confusing. It's like two emotions at once. It's like you're malfunctioning," the Doctor said, his voice suddenly tense and frustrated.

Clara's smile suddenly dropped and she looked away from the Doctor. "Sorry," she muttered.

Clara and the Doctor fell into awkward silence as I stood uncomfortably between them, still fiddling with my phone. The singer continued the song and I began looking around on my phone in an attempt to ignore the awkward atmosphere between the three of us.

The Doctor took a small breath as he awkwardly stuffed his hands into his trouser pockets. "I just thought this would be a good one to-"

"To end it," Clara interjected, nodding in agreement. "Yeah. It is. It's a good choice. A good one to end on."

"Yeah?" the Doctor asked. He looked almost worried, as if he wanted everything to be just right and he was afraid something wouldn't work out.

Clara smiled. "Yeah," she answered softly.

Lightly clearing my throat, I locked my phone and took a step back. Clara and the Doctor both looked curiously at me and I offered them an apologetic smile in return. "Sorry," I started, "I'm just gonna go back to the TARDIS."

"Why?" the Doctor asked.

"I don't really… I shouldn't be here. This is between the two of you," I said. "I'm just in the way."

"Of course you're not," Clara objected. "Why would you think that?"

"I don't know, I just… I feel like I'm intruding on something."

The Doctor shook his head seriously. "You're not. This is a goodbye to Clara from both of us," he said.

Holding out his hand to me, the Doctor raised his eyebrows in a silent request to stay. After a few seconds of consideration, I slowly reached out and placed my hand in his. He smiled, a sad smile like Clara's, and pulled me closer to him as he moved my hand so it was resting in the bend of his elbow.

"Doctor?" Clara asked beside me, making the Time Lord and I turn towards her. She gestured towards the maid standing behind her with a tray lined with champagne glasses. "Do you want one?"

Smiling somewhat forcibly at the maid, the Doctor nodded. "Yes," he said slowly as he waved the maid over and took a glass. "Thank you."

The maid then turned to me and smiled, placing the tray directly in front of me. Not wanting to be rude, I reached out and took a glass as well. "Thank you," I said with a smile.

"You're welcome, miss," she said before turning away.

"Since when do you drink champagne?" Clara asked.

"I was being polite," I explained, glancing down at the glass.

"Alright you two," the Doctor interjected, "enough chit chat." He pointed to a chest height table across the car that was placed by a window. "There's a table just over here."

The Doctor guided me over to the table he had pointed out with Clara trailing along behind me. She came up on the Doctor's other side and leaned her elbows against the table. The music was still going in the background and I thought the lyrics were incredibly ironic considering the circumstances Clara and I were both in.

"Just give me a call. Don't stop me now, don't stop me, I'm having a good time. I don't want to stop at all…"

As the music began to fade out, a voice began to speak from somewhere overhead. "Ladies and gentlemen," the voice began in a pleasant sounding monotone, "if you would be good enough to look from the windows on the right of the train, you'll be able to see the soaring majesty of the Magellan black hole."

Clara stood up on her toes to look over the table and out the window at the aforementioned view. I stepped away from the Doctor to look out at the beautiful, swirling colors as they gradually disappeared into a massive black hole.

"Oh, I remember when this was all planets as far as the eye could see," the Doctor sighed, sounding like an old man sitting on his porch back on Earth. "All gone now. Gobbled up by that beast." He looked to his right at Clara and sighed again. "And there's that smile again. I don't even know how you do that."

Clara smiled and then laughed before falling silent. She looked down at her glass of champagne and sighed, then looked out the window again. "I really thought I hated you, you know?" she said suddenly.

"Well, thank God you kept that to yourself," the Doctor grumbled with a barely restrained roll of his eyes. "There was this planet, Obsidian," he continued. "The planet of perpetual darkness-"

"I did," Clara interrupted. "I did hate you. In fact, I hated you for weeks."

"Good, fine," the Doctor replied shortly. "Well, I'm glad that we cleared that up. There was also a planet that was made completely of shrubs."

"I went to a concert once." The Doctor sighed when he realized Clara wouldn't let him finish and looked out the window in frustration. "Can't remember who it was. But do you know what the singer said?"

"Frankly, that would be an absolutely astonishing guess if I did know," the Time Lord grumbled, making me smile just a little.

"She said, 'hatred is too strong an emotion to waste on someone that you don't like'."

The Doctor looked curiously at Clara. For a moment he looked almost relieved and somewhat surprised, but then he furrowed his brows at the other woman. "Were people really confused?" he asked. " 'Cause I'm confused. Did everybody leave?"

Clara laughed, shaking her head as she wrapped her arms around the Doctor's elbow. "Shush. Shut up," she scolded as she rested her cheek against his arm. "Look, what I'm trying to say is, I don't hate you. I could never hate you. But I can't do this any more. Not the way you do it."

I watched as the Doctor stood awkwardly next to Clara, not saying anything or even moving. He mouthed silently for a few moments before finally asking, "Can I talk about the planets now?"

Smiling, Clara nodded. "Yes," she whispered before releasing his arm and standing straight again. "Go."

The Doctor exhaled in relief. "Thedion Four," he began, glancing at me with a smile. "Constant acid rain. Had a lovely picnic there once wearing a gas mask."

"That's a lie."

I whirled around at the accusation and saw a blonde woman staring at the Doctor, Clara, and I. She was holding a champagne glass in her right hand and had a very distressed expression on her face.

"I-I'm sorry?" Clara asked.

"That's a lie, what you said," the woman repeated. "Thedion Four was destroyed thousands of years ago, so you couldn't have been there."

A man in uniform suddenly stepped forward, smiling politely at the strange woman as another man came up behind him. "Miss Pitt, are you sure you wouldn't rather rest in your room?" he asked.

The woman, Miss Pitt, pointed at the Doctor. "That man's a liar," she said.

"Perhaps you'd allow Mr. Carlyle here to escort you back," the man said as he gestured to his counterpart.

Miss Pitt looked uncertainly at the Doctor for a moment before nodding. "It'll be all right, miss," Mr. Carlyle said as he gestured to the door at the back of the car. "Just come with me."

Miss Pitt hurried towards the door, sparing the Doctor a glance before she left with the other man. The first man who had appeared nodded at us and smiled apologetically. "Sorry about that. I suppose it's understandable in the circumstances. Er, I don't believe we've been introduced. Captain Quell," he said, tipping his hat at Clara and I.

"I'm Clara. This is-"

"The Doctor. And my wife, Diana," the Doctor said as he gestured to me.

I smiled at Captain Quell, but didn't say anything. He nodded again before looking at the Doctor. "So, another doctor," he noted.

"I'm sorry?" Clara said.

"Well, we've got doctors and professors coming out of our ears on this trip. So, what are you a doctor of?" the captain asked.

"Now, there's a question that's never asked often enough," the Doctor said with an amused smile. "Let's say… intestinal parasites."

Captain Quell raised his eyebrows. "I'm beginning to think Miss Pitt was right about you."

He started to head for the same door Miss Pitt had left through when Clara asked, "What's wrong with her? Did something happen?"

"You don't know?" Quell asked.

Out in the adjoining corridor, the Doctor and Clara were walking alongside each other. I trailed along behind them in silence, not wanting or needing to say anything. It was terrible that Miss Pitt's grandmother had died so suddenly despite her age. I sipped absently on my champagne as I listened to Clara and the Doctor discuss what Captain Quell had said, wrinkling my nose at the odd taste.

"There's a body and there's a mummy," Clara whispered excitedly. "I mean, can you not just get on a train? Did a wizard put a curse on you about mini-breaks?"

The Doctor shrugged. "It might be nothing. Old ladies die all the time. It's practically their job description."

"And the monster?"

The Doctor slowed to a halt in the middle of the hallway and turned to look at Clara, his fingers tapping lightly against his champagne glass. "Well, seen by no one except her, which suggests that it wasn't there. A dying brain, lack of oxygen, hallucinations. Anyway," he sighed, "people do just die sometimes. She was over a hundred years old."

"Says the two thousand year old man," Clara smiled.

"Clara, you actually sound as if you want this to be a thing," the Doctor said in exasperation. "Do you?"

"No. No, look, fine. You know, i-if you think that there is nothing to worry about, then that is fine by me," Clara said as she turned around, slowly walking towards me.

"Are you sure?"

Clara laughed softly. "Oh yes, I'm sure."

I took another, longer sip of champagne and started coughing when the somewhat bitter taste hit my tongue. Clara laughed when I made a disgusted face directed at my champagne glass. "Not really your drink, is it?" she teased.

I shook my head violently. "No," I grumbled.

Still smiling, Clara glanced back at the Doctor and suddenly froze. He was looking sadly at both of us as if it was the last time he would ever lay his eyes on us again. Clara's smile dropped as she realized that the Time Lord wouldn't be returning the smile.

Raising his glass, the Doctor nodded at Clara. "To our last hurrah."

"Our last, yeah," she agreed. "But, I mean, it's not like I'm never going to see you again."

The Doctor looked pointedly at her. "Isn't it?"

"Is it?" Clara asked worriedly.

"I thought that's what you wanted."

Clara shook her head and walked quickly down the hall towards the Time Lord. "No. But… I mean, you're going to come round for dinner or something, aren't you? You and Diana?" I looked at Clara in confusion, wondering what made her think that the Doctor would ever do that. "Do you- do you do that? Do you come round to people's houses for dinner?"

The Doctor looked seriously at Clara, his face still tinted with sadness. "Of course. Why wouldn't I do that?"

"I don't know. I thought you might find it boring."

"Is it boring?"

"No," Clara replied quickly.

They don't want to say goodbye, I realized. The way the Doctor's looking at her, it's like he's mourning her. He doesn't want her to leave. But he'd never just stop by her house for dinner. Not even for her.

Clara seemed to come to the same realization that I had. Her hopeful expression dropped and she put on a smile that was completely transparent. Raising her glass to the same height as the Doctor's, she said, "To the last hurrah."

The Doctor nodded and lightly clinked his glass against hers. "The last hurrah."

With the use of his psychic paper, the Doctor had managed to procure two rooms for us to stay in during the trip. It wasn't difficult to guess that the Doctor wanted me to share a room with him, but it was already difficult for me to stand beside him without feeling incredibly awkward and uncomfortable. Once we'd all been shown our rooms, Clara made sure to tell me that I was welcome to share a room with her.

"You can stay with her, you know," the Doctor said once Clara had said goodnight to us and gone inside her room. "I know that you need your space after-…"

I nodded. "Yeah."

"I know that it doesn't make up for what I did, but I am sorry."

"I know."

With a final farewell nod, I opened Clara's door and stepped inside her room. She smiled at me as I closed the door behind me and gestured to the large, wooden chest of drawers that was placed against one of the walls. "Diana, look!" she exclaimed. "There's pajamas in here."

"Pajamas?" I echoed in surprise.

"Yeah. Look." She picked up a pair of pajama pants. "They're silk."

"Why are there silk pajamas?" I wondered.

Clara shrugged. "I don't know, but I'm definitely not complaining."

Clara then started to unzip her dress and I quickly turned around so my back was facing her, waiting patiently for her to get dressed in the pajamas. Almost immediately after she'd changed clothes, her cell phone began ringing. Scrambling to finish the last button on her pajama shirt, Clara answered the phone with a hasty, "Hello?"

There was a pause and then, "Danny, hi."

I looked quizzically at the other woman. "Who's Danny?" I asked.

Clara moved the phone away from her mouth and said, "My boyfriend."

"You have a boyfriend?" I exclaimed incredulously.

"Yes. I have for a while."

"How do you have a boyfriend?"

"We met at work. He's a teacher at Coal Hill."

It took a moment, but I finally absorbed the new information about Clara's relationship status. "Huh. Learn something new every day," I mumbled.

Clara moved the phone so it was pressed against her cheek again. "Sorry, that was just Diana." Another pause. "Yeah, she hasn't met you yet, I don't think."

I sat down in one of the two chairs in the room as Clara walked over to the single bed, lying down on her stomach as she continued talking with her boyfriend. I messed around on my phone for a little bit, mostly ignoring Clara so I wouldn't intrude on her conversation. But after a few minutes I caught a few words that implied Clara and Danny were talking about personal matters.

Jumping to my feet, I flashed Clara an awkward smile. "Hey, sorry. I'm just gonna go for a walk, maybe get some food or another drink, okay?"

Clara nodded and went back to her conversation while I slipped out of the room. As I walked down the hall and past the Doctor's room, I could just make out the sound of the Time Lord talking. Smiling and shaking my head, I continued down the hallway and back to the car where the three of us had gotten our drinks when we first arrived. There wasn't any music playing this time and the only noise was the muddled conversations of all the people scattered throughout the car. I usually wasn't fond of noisy crowds, but it was a better option than awkwardly sitting in on Clara's one-sided conversation with her boyfriend or sharing a room with the Doctor.

I walked over to the bar and smiled shyly at the bartender. He was a tall, dark skinned man with short hair and a charming smile. "Hi," I said a little awkwardly. "Um, do you have anything that's not alcoholic?"

The bartender nodded and said in an American accent, "We've got at least a dozen virgin drinks, miss."

"Oh. Okay." I could feel my face start to flush with heat as I tried to think of what to order. "Um, I-I don't really know… Do you have water or something? Or soda?"

"What kind of soda would you like?"

"Uh, do you have Sprite? Or 7 Up? Or Sierra Mist?" I rambled.

The bartender smiled. "One Sierra Mist coming up," he laughed.

Half a minute later, the bartender placed a tall glass on the bar in front of me. I thanked him and then grabbed the glass, turning around to look at the rest of car in search of a seat. On the right hand side of the car were two empty chairs and I quickly walked over to one of them before either could be taken. The seat that I chose was closer to the bar and was angled so that I could see the entrance to the car.

Sipping slowly on my soda, I looked around at all the different people. People of all genders and races were sitting around the car, all happily chatting away or reading something while they sat. I glanced out the window on my right and felt my mouth drop open as the train went flying past a large, burning blue star. I watched the star in amazement as the train continued past it, occasionally sipping on my drink.

So Clara's got a boyfriend, I mused. Danny… That name sounds familiar. I wonder why? I crossed my ankles and played absently with the fabric of my skirt, being careful not to let my phone slide off my lap. I wish Clara wasn't leaving, though. She doesn't seem to want to go, but she also seems adamant that she stop traveling with the Doctor.

I was suddenly drawn out of my thoughts by a middle aged gentleman with a thin mustache stepping into my line of view. I started slightly and looked up at the man in surprise. "Excuse me, miss" he said politely, "but is this seat taken?"

I glanced at the seat across from me and shook my head. "No," I answered.

"Would you mind if I sat here?" he asked. He then gestured to the book tucked under his arm. "I won't bother you. I'm just here to read."

I smiled. "Sure. Go ahead."

The man nodded in thanks and sat down across from me, immediately opening his book and ignoring me completely. I awkwardly sipped from my glass and readjusted myself in the large, cushy seat. Grabbing my phone from its place on top of my knees, I began looking around on it again so I wouldn't end up making awkward eye contact with the stranger. I read through some of the messages that the TARDIS and I had exchanged, then looked through my photos.

I hadn't taken many photos since the Doctor gave me my new phone, but there were a few that brought a smile to my face. There were some pictures of a beautiful Gallifreyan sunset and of Mount Cadon, then a few pictures of myself, Martha, and Twelve. I smiled a little sadly when I found the pictures I had taken from my very first date with the Doctor, months ago when we visited the Quiraing.

I wish things were the way they were then, I thought sadly as I looked at a picture of the Doctor and I on top of the Quiraing. I wish we could go back to just enjoying a night together without anything to worry about.

Letting out a resigned sigh, I placed my phone back on top of my thighs as I glanced out the train window again. The large blue star we had passed by earlier was just a burning dot in the distance. I finished the rest of my drink as I watched the inky blackness of space pass by, stars and galaxies with a multitude of swirling colors floating in the sky.

After my glass was emptied, I decided to get up and refill my drink. I asked the bartender if there was a car with any food, to which he handed me a small menu within a red leather folder. I looked over the black and gold font for a few minutes before shyly ordering something. Returning to my seat with my refilled glass, I went back to my phone while I waited for the food to arrive. It took less than ten minutes for my food to be prepared and a short, thin woman with long red hair was the one who gave me my meal on a silver tray. I thanked her for the food and then leaned back in my chair, my food resting on the round coffee table beside the chair.

I had barely finished my meal when I spotted a man enter the car from across the room. He recognized me immediately and walked over to me with surprise written on his face.

"Diana, what are you doing here?" the Doctor asked.

I gestured to my empty plate. "Eating. Clara was busy talking to her boyfriend and I didn't want to intrude, so I decided to get a drink and something to eat," I explained.

The Doctor then glanced at the man sitting across from me. "How did you find him?" he questioned.

"What?"

"That man. How did you find him?"

I shook my head in confusion. "I didn't," I answered slowly. "He just came over and asked if that seat was taken, I said no, and he sat down. I didn't find him."

"Well you have incredible luck," the Doctor said, "because that's exactly the man I was looking for."

"Wha-"

"What's the most interesting thing about the Foretold?" the Doctor asked, pointing his finger at the stranger.

The man glanced up from his book, looking between the Doctor and I for a reason for the interruption. "I'm terribly sorry, I don't believe we've met."

"You know. The Foretold. Mythical mummy. Legend has it that if you see it, you're a dead man."

"Doctor, what are you talking about?" I asked.

The man lowered his book, promptly ignoring me. "Yes, I know what it is. You see, I happen to be-"

"Emil Moorhouse, professor of alien mythology. I'm the Doctor and this is my wife, Diana. Pleased to meet you." The Doctor held out his hand as he continued talking, waiting very impatiently for the other man to shake it. I waved shyly at the man as the Doctor moved to sit on the arm of my chair. "So, the most interesting thing about the Foretold. Go."

Professor Moorhouse closed his book and smiled politely at the Doctor. "Well," he began, "it would have to be the time limit given before it kills you. I can't think of another myth where it's so specific. How does it go?" He thought for a moment or two. "The number of evil twice over. They that bear the Foretold's stare have sixty six seconds to live."

The Doctor smiled patronizingly. "No, no, no. Nice try. Very atmospheric. But that's not it. Try again," he said.

Professor Moorhouse raised his eyebrows. "A cynical man might say that you were trying to pump me for information."

"The myth of the Foretold first appeared over five thousand years ago," the Doctor said. "In some stories, there is a riddle or secret word that is supposed to make it stop. Some characters try to bargain with it, offer riches, confess sins. All to no avail."

The professor leaned forward as the Doctor pulled a small case out of his coat pocket and offered it to the professor, opening it to reveal about a dozen jelly babies. "Well, you certainly know a little mythology," Professor Moorhouse said as he took a jelly baby.

"I know a lot," the Doctor grinned, offering me the case of jelly babies. "Because, from time to time, it turns out to be true."

I took a jelly baby and placed it on my tongue, smiling briefly at the Doctor in silent thanks. He took one for himself before snapping the case shut. I looked curiously at him, trying to figure out what he was doing. What was this Foretold that he was talking about and why did it even matter? Just then, the lights throughout the car started flickering for a few seconds before returning to normal.

"But that's the great appeal, isn't it?" the professor said. "Earth legends are such dry, dusty affairs, and always fiction. But up here, in the stars, anything's possible. That's why I chose this field, to be honest. Hoping one day I might meet a real monster."

The Doctor smiled again, not even trying to hied the fact that it was entirely false. "Isn't that everyone's dream? But you still haven't answered my riddle," he sighed. "What's the most interesting thing about the Foretold?"

"Well, you can't run from it, that's for sure. There are accounts of people trying, but it never works. No matter how far you run, it's always right there behind you."

The Doctor shook his head. "Nope. Even colder."

What is he trying to ask? I wondered. I don't understand.

Professor Moorhouse seemed to think the same thing because he furrowed his brows in confusion and shook his head. "All right, I give up," he said. "You tell me."

"Mrs. Pitt, the old woman who died."

"She died of old age," the professor laughed. "Nothing supernatural."

"No. That's my answer," the Doctor told him.

Professor Moorhouse glanced uncertainly at me and I shrugged slightly. "Her death?" he asked as he looked back at the Doctor.

He shook his head. "No. The fact that you were here to witness it." Glancing over his shoulder, the Doctor suddenly grabbed at my wrist and stood up. "Excuse us, Professor." After pulling me up after him, the Doctor said to me, "Come on."

I looked over to where the Doctor had glanced a second ago and saw a group of people by the bar, talking worriedly to each other. "Doctor, what's going on?" I asked as the Time Lord dragged me over to the crowd.

"I'll explain later."

The Doctor tightly grabbed my hand and pulled me after him as he dashed past the small crowd and out of the car. I kept my phone grasped firmly in my other hand and tried my best to keep up with the Doctor as he rushed down the adjoining corridor.

"Doctor," I sighed, "where are we going?"

"I need to see the captain."

"Why?"

The Doctor skidded to a halt and suddenly turned towards me, his face looming over mine. "Because I need his help if I'm going to stop the murders."

"Murders?" I exclaimed. "What murders? Doctor, what the hell is going on?"

"There's a mummy on this train, a monster that only the people who are about to die can see. Weren't you listening just now? I thought the professor explained everything."

I shook my head. "I have no idea what is going on or how you even know what this mummy thing is. And what makes you think there's been murders? I thought only one person died, that older woman. Mrs. Pitt's grandmother."

"Two people have died."

"Two? When did the second person die?" I asked.

"Less than five minutes ago. So we'd better hurry," the Doctor said before starting off down the hallway again, my hand still clutched tightly in his.

"But I don't understand!" I exclaimed.

"That's okay!" he shouted over his shoulder. "I don't quite understand everything yet either, but I'm sure I'll sort it all out soon!"

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