Back in Storybrooke, the Doctor put the phone back in its cupboard before racing inside. He ran back to the Zero Room, where Mr Gold, the Professor, David and Mary Margaret were. But not Regina or Cora. She had poofed herself and her dead mother out of the TARDIS. She needed to be alone.

"I found her!" The Doctor excitedly claimed. "She just rang." "Who did you find, dearie?" Mr Gold asked.

"Clara."

The Professor looked at his father. "You found her? You found Clara?"

The Doctor nodded. "Yes. She was the one who just called."

"Can you bring her over here?"

"Sure. Though I think it would be much better if you went yourself."

"I would, but I think I should be with Rumple," the Professor explained. "Pay our respects to Cora."

The Doctor nodded and then looked around. Cora wasn't there, but Mr Gold seemed much better than before. "What happened?" he asked.

"Long story," David answered.


Once everyone was out of the TARDIS, the Doctor – accompanied by Belle, at the request of Mr Gold – travelled to London. Tracking the phone call was easy enough, and they landed outside her house. Well, the Maitland House.

Running over to the front door, the Doctor began to knock repeatedly. Finally, after a few minutes of knocking, Clara opened the door and was surprised to see the Doctor there, in a monk outfit. "Hello?" She asked unsurely. Who were these people? Was it a fancy-dress day?

The Doctor panted slightly. "Clara...?" He asked. "Clara Oswald? "Hello."

"Clara Oswin Oswald!?"

"Just Clara Oswald. What was the middle one?"

"Do you remember me?" The Doctor asked, then added – and pointed to Belle, "Well, us?"

"No. Should I? Who are you?"

"I'm Belle. And this is the Doctor," Belle said. "Doctor who?" Clara asked.

"No. Just the Doctor," the Doctor said. "Actually, sorry. Could you ask me that again?" "Could I what?"

"Could you just ask me that question again?"

Clara looked at him with a puzzled look on her face. "Doctor who?" "Okay. Just once more," the Doctor said, smiling.

"Doctor who?"

"Oh, yes. Ooh ... Do you know, I never realised how much I enjoy hearing that said out loud. Thank you."

"Okay," Clara said, then closed the door.

"Please! Clara. We need to talk to you!" The Doctor said, then banged on the door again. "Listen. Please!"

Clara had gone to sit on the steps of the Maitland house, facing the door. She didn't know what to think of her two new visitors – that had just seemed to pop out of nowhere.

"Please! We need to speak to you!" The Doctor continued.

Clara got up from her seat on the stairs, went down to the entry hall again, and turned on the monitor. "Why are you still here? Why are you here at all?" She asked.

"Oi. You phoned me. You were looking for the internet," the Doctor said. "That was you?"

"Of course, it was me." "How'd you get here so fast?"

"We just happened to be in the neighbourhood. On my mobile phone," the Doctor said, pointing behind him at the TARDIS.

"When you say 'mobile phone', why do you point at that blue box?" "Because it's a surprisingly accurate description."

"Okay. We're finished now," Clara said as she turned off the monitor.

When the monitor turned off, the Doctor sighed and turned around to face Belle.

"I take it that it didn't go well," Belle said.

The Doctor shook his head. "Nope. She must think we're insane. What's going to happen when she finds out about Storybrooke?"

"Hopefully, she's understanding," Belle replied, then looked down at what the Doctor was wearing. "But maybe before you persuade her to come with us, you change your clothes first."

The Doctor looked down at what he was wearing. He was still in the monk clothing from the Storybrooke Monastery. "Yes, yes! Act like normal people. And cool people," he mused. "Monks are not cool!" He unlocked the doors to his ship. "Stay here. I'll be right back."

Minutes later, the Doctor emerged, sporting a new outfit. Black pants and brown boots, paired with

a white shirt, a purple tweed coat, and a bowtie. "How do I look?" he asked. "Nice," Belle replied.

The Doctor smiled and went over to the Maitland door, followed by Belle again. He knocked. "Clara?" He asked.

"Hello?" Clara asked, her voice coming through the speaker.

The Doctor chuckled. "See..." He took a step back and twirled himself in the camera. He hoped she saw him in his new outfit. "Look, it's me. De-monked. Sensible clothes. Um ...Can we come in now?"

"I don't understand," Clara said. "Could you just open the door?"

"I don't know..."

"Of course, you can."

"...Where I am. I don't know where I am. Where am I?" Both the Doctor and Belle exchanged horrified looks. "Please tell me where I am. I don't know where I am!"

The Doctor took his sonic screwdriver out and aimed it at the door, unlocking it. Belle went in first, followed by the Doctor, and put her hands over her mouth when she saw Clara on the ground. "What happened to her?" She asked.

"No idea. But I'm going to find out," the Doctor said as he scanned Clara with his sonic screwdriver.

"Who's that?" Belle asked, looking at something on the stairs.

The Doctor looked up from Clara – to what Belle was looking at. A figure was standing on the stairs, dressed in a young girl's clothing. But the head was the wrong way. And on the back of the head was a metal dish. What are you? The Doctor aimed his screwdriver at it and gave it a whir, changing it into a robotic body.

"What is that thing?" Belle asked before kneeling to Clara's body. "It'll be all right. We'll – he'll – save you."

"A walking base station," the Doctor said. "A walking Wi-Fi base station. Hoovering up data, hoovering up people!"

The Doctor then used his sonic to track where the Wi-Fi base station was linked to - Clara's laptop up in her room. He went up the stairs – following the signal – before picking up the laptop. He brought t back down the stairs to the entry hall. "Oh, no, you don't."

Belle stood over him, watching. "Will it work?" She asked.

"I hope so," the Doctor muttered.

After a few more minutes, the Doctor closed the laptop and placed a finger over her pulse. It started beating again. The base station whirred before light shone onto Clara's face. Once the task was done, Clara let out a gasp for air. And the Doctor and Belle sighed in relief.