Once the five had all been transported down to the planet, they all looked around—a snowy landscape. Clara shivered, and the Professor turned to her. "Oh, cold, very cold."

"Don't worry," the Professor said, as he magically poofed up a cloak for Clara and helped her put it on her.

"There's also a heat loss filter in your hologram shells," the Doctor said, then he looked around. "So, a charming little town covered in snow, half the universe in terror. Why?"

Belle looked around and saw an arm in the snow. "What's that?" she asked, pointing at it.

"What?" the Doctor asked.

"It looks like there's someone under the snow," Belle continued and walked closer to it.

"Be careful, Sweetheart," Mr Gold told her.

Belle nodded and touched the arm. "It's cold. And made of stone. Must be an old statue."

The Doctor frowned with worry. "Belle, step away from it!" he told her. Belle let out a gasp as the hand grabbed her ankle. He approached her. "Belle. Keep looking at it, don't look away! Don't even blink!"

"Oh, no. What is it?" Mr Gold asked.

"There is a Weeping Angel under the snow. It looks like a statue but isn't a statue. Can you get your foot out?"

"I can do one better," Mr Gold said, waving his hand, engulfing Belle in smoke as he poofed her five centimetres away from the hand and out of the Weeping Angel's grip.

"That's one way to do it," the Doctor noted before noticing more Angel limbs and heads emerging out of the snow around them.

"They're everywhere," the Professor said, reaching out to Clara as he looked around.

"They're climbing out of the snow," Clara exclaimed.

"Keep looking at them, at all of them," the Doctor told them. "Why?" Belle asked.

"Quantum-locked life form. It can only move if it's unobserved."

"What are they doing here?" Mr Gold asked.

"Same as everybody else, they must have got past Tasha's shield," the Doctor answered as more Angels approached. "Ah! Keep looking!"

"Dad, the snow's coming down harder," the Professor said. "It's making it harder to see."

"Look, I just need to bring the TARDIS down," the Doctor told him. "Everyone, huddle together."

Everyone did.

"You said you can't fly it remotely," Mr Gold replied.

"I did. But it can hone in on the key."

"She took your key!" Clara yelled.

"She took one of them." The Doctor reached up and unzipped his hair. He took out another key and is now bald.

Clara gasped as the key glowed bright and the TARDIS materialised around them.

"The old key-in-the-quiff routine. Classic!" the Doctor said and walked over to the console. He placed the wig on top of Handles. "Okay, homing in on the mysterious message." He flipped a lever, and the engines began. "Oooh, yes, I like that. The mysterious message."

"You shaved your head," the Professor stated. "Yep. A clever plan to get us past the shield."

"You got bored one night, didn't you?" Clara asked. "Yeah, a tiny bit bored," the Doctor responded.

"Did you know?" the Professor turned to Mr Gold. M

r Gold shook his head. "No. I didn't."

"They were asleep," the Doctor explained.

"Is that what happened to your eyebrows?" Clara asked.

"No. They're just delicate. Right, I am setting us down near the signal's source. I'm going to turn the engines on silent. I don't want to make a fuss."

The Professor grabbed the wig off Handles. "Put it back on," he told his father, throwing the wig at him.

The Doctor caught it. "Why?"

"You look older than you are."

The TARDIS landed in a snow-covered street, with burning braziers close by. They exited the TARDIS and looked around at the road.

"Oh, it's good to be wearing clothes again," Clara said. "That is so much better! Don't you think?"

"Very comfortable," the Professor agreed.

Carrying Handles in one hand, the Doctor had his sonic screwdriver in his other hand. He gave the surrounding area a whir. "Now, what do we make of this place?" the Doctor asked. "It's two o'clock in the afternoon. It must be very short days here." He took a look around. "The message is coming from that tower." He pointed to a church. The Doctor waved at a couple nearby. "Hello! Hello there!" The couple approached them, and the Doctor turned his head back. "Right, we're a family from the next town. My name's probably Hank or Rock, something like that."

"Or Daisy?" Clara asked.

"Shut up," hushed the Doctor, then smiled at the couple. "Hello, good to meet you, nice snow."

"Most pleasant you meet you, too," the husband said.

"Most pleasant, most pleasant," the wife said.

"I'm the Doctor. I'm a Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey. I stole a time machine and ran away, and I've been flouting the principle law of my people ever since." Then, realising what he had just said, the Doctor placed a hand over his mouth. "That wasn't what I meant to say!" he muffled against his hand.

"I'm the Dark One, and I didn't give my dagger to Belle so I could kill the woman who murdered my son," Mr Gold, then realised what he had said. Everyone looked at him.

"What?" Belle asked. "What did you say?" She didn't know what to think. "But we saw the video. Zelena … She did herself in. Turned to dust."

"I used magic to change the video," Mr Gold admitted again.

The Professor held out his hand. "Give me the dagger."

Mr Gold nodded slowly, looking over at them. Maybe it was for the best. He didn't want to, but he felt like he needed to earn their trust again. He took his dagger out from the inside of his coat and gave it to the Time Lord. The Professor then put it inside his inner coat pocket.

"I think perhaps you should stop talking till you get used to it," the wife told them.

"Used to what?" the Doctor asked, taking his hand away from his mouth. "Wait … I see. Yes, of course. It's a truth field. Oh, that is so quaint. I haven't seen a truth field in years! I'm wearing a wig!"

"No one can lie in this town," the husband told them. "Especially this close to the tower." They smiled and nodded before they walked off down the street again.

The Doctor followed them. "Doesn't that make life a bit difficult?"

"Not at all," the wife answered.

"Yes," the husband said simultaneously as his wife.

"This town, what's it called?" the Doctor asked.

"It's Christmas," the husband said.

The Doctor looked at his watch. "It's July."

"No, the town," the wife replied. "The town is Christmas. That's what it's called."

"Be happy here," the husband told them. "Be well!" And they headed on their way again. "How can a town be called Christmas?" Clara asked.

"I don't know," the Doctor answered. "How can an island be called Easter? Maybe it's just nice here. I almost hate to find out what's wrong."

They entered the church and descended the steps into the cellar. The Doctor looked around when something grabbed his attention. The others wondered what was going on.

"You found something, Doctor?" Mr Gold asked.

"There you are," the Doctor muttered. "What took you so long?" "Dad? What's wrong?" the Professor asked.

"It's only a crack in the wall," Belle said, joining them as light streamed through the crack.

The Doctor smiled before looking at something else. "I always knew. I knew it wasn't over." He took off his jacket and ran his fingers along the edges of the crack."

"What is it?" Clara asked.

"A split in the skin of reality. A tiny sliver of the 20th of June, 2010. The day the universe blew up."

"Missed that."

"Dad rebooted the universe. Then, put it all back together again," the Professor explained.

"This wouldn't be because your TARDIS blew up?" Mr Gold asked.

"Yeah. That's why. And why I came to you in the first place."

The Doctor nodded. "I felt a degree of responsibility. But the scar tissue remains. A structural weakness in the whole universe. Whoa!" The Doctor stepped away from the crack. "And someone's trying to get through it from outside our universe, from somewhere else. Of course, of course! Makes sense."

"It does?" Belle asked.

"Yes. If you were trying to break through a wall, you'd choose the weakest spot. You'd choose this crack if you were trying to break into this universe because … No. If you were trying to break back into this universe." The Doctor pointed to Handles. "You said Gallifrey. Why did you say Gallifrey?" The Doctor picked up the cyberhead.

"Analysis of message composition indicates Gallifreyan origin, according to TARDIS data banks."

"But you said Gallifrey was gone," Mr Gold said.

"No. I said it was in another universe. The message is coming through here." He pointed to the crack. "The truth field is, too, at a guess. If it's the Time Lords, if it's the Time Lords …." The Doctor listened at the wall.

"We may not be the last ones in existence anymore," The Professor told him.

The Doctor gave them a worried frown before taking something out of his pocket. "Seal of the High Council of Gallifrey; nicked it off the Master in the Death Zone." He walked back to Handles and placed the seal on his head. "There is an algorithm imprinted in the atomic structure. Use it to decode the message."

"Message decoding. Message analysis proceeding. Information is available. The message is a request for information."

"It's a question. Why can't you just say it's a question?"

"It is being projected through time and space on a repeating cycle."

"The oldest question in the universe, hidden in plain sight …."

Mr Gold looked at the Doctor with a worried look. "Oh, no. No, no. That isn't what I think it is…" he muttered.

"Warning," Handles interrupted. "Translation will be available to all life forms in range. The translation follows: Doctor who? Doctor who?" The voice of Handles began to change into the voice of a Time Lord General.

"Doctor who? Doctor Who? Doctor who?"

And the other ships in orbit around the planet of Trenzalore heard it. The Daleks. The Cybermen. The church.

Tasha Lem approached her stage in her ship and looked at the crowd around her. "Patch me through to the Doctor. Now!"

Back at the crack, the Doctor lowered his head. He took a deep breath. "A question only I could answer, a truth field to make sure I'm not lying. They'll know they've found the right place if I give my name, and it's safe to come through."

"The Time Lords?" Clara asked. "Okay, so what then? If you answer the question and they come back, what happens?"

The Doctor took a small device from his pockets and handed it to Mr Gold. "Rumple, take this to the TARDIS. All of you, go with him. Put it into the charger slot for the sonic."

"Why?" Belle asked. "Why him?"

"Because he is the only one I trust to do what it takes. Listen, all hell will happen if the Time Lords come back. There's half the universe up there already, waiting to open fire. Please, go to the TARDIS and just do as I say!"

Mr Gold nodded, taking the device from him. "Yes, yes. Of course," he said, waving his hand, and engulfing himself, Belle, Clara and the Professor in maroon smoke. The Doctor was all alone, and he rubbed his hands together nervously.

"Doctor!" bellowed the voice of Tasha Lem. "Speak with me."

The Doctor flung his coat on as Tasha's hologram loomed over Christmas. "Doctor! Face me now!" Tasha loomed over the town.

Standing at the TARDIS doors, the Professor looked up at the hologram. So did the others before entering the TARDIS.

"Come now," Mr Gold said. "We have a task to do. Best not lollygag." They entered, and Mr Gold plugged the charging device into the console.

They entered the TARDIS as the Doctor climbed the tower of the church. He looked at the hologram. "Mother Superious, there is only one thing I need from you. This planet, what's it called?"

"Trenzalore," Mother Superious answered.

The Doctor paused pensively to process the information. He was finally on Trenzalore. Again. But before his death.

Inside the TARDIS, Clara looked at Mr Gold. "Is that it?" she asked.

"It appears so," Mr Gold said with a nod.

Outside, the hologram of Mother Superious continued to look down at the Doctor. "If you speak your name, the Time Lords will return," she warned.

"If they return, they will come in peace," the Doctor told her.

"It doesn't matter. They will be met with a war that will never end. The Time War will begin anew. You know that, Doctor."

Inside the TARDIS, the engines come to a stop. Systems began to activate, and they all dashed to the door. They exited the ship to only find themselves back outside Clara's father's flat. At the park outside the apartment buildings.

The engines began to start up again, and Clara turned around. "Don't you dare…" she muttered, putting her key in the lock.

"Clara, wait…" the Professor said, placing his hand over hers, trying to remove the key from the lock. It's too late. He wants to be alone.

Back on Trenzalore, the Doctor looked at the night sky, where Tasha's face appeared. "They're asking for my help!" he pleaded.

"And if you give it, war will be the consequence. I will not let that happen at any cost," Tasha said. "At any cost. Speak your name, and this world will burn!"

"No, this planet is protected." The Doctor pointed his sonic screwdriver at the bells behind him and gave it a whir. The bells then tolled out over the town and the snowy countryside. He descended the stairs and stood outside the church, where people flocked to the church.

"So, you lot," the Doctor began once everyone was there. "Quick word, thank you. Spot of news, Christmas has a new sheriff. Hello, everyone. I'm the Doctor.

On her ship, Tasha Lem is escorted by soldiers in camouflage. Her own personal guard. She stood on her podium and looked over at everyone. "Attention. Attention all Chapels and Choirs of the Papal Mainframe. The siege of Trenzalore is now begun. There will now be an unscheduled faith change. From this moment on, I dedicate this church to one cause. Silence. The Doctor will not speak his name, and war will not begin. Silence will fall!"

"Silence will fall," the others in the church repeated. "Silence will fall."