She sat along the TARDIS railing, legs dangled over the raised platform, and gazed up at the bold words plastered to the wall. She had stopped thinking, didn't want to. But the echoes of the song resounded like a distant whisper.

It shall come to take her...

She closed her eyes, and floated in the dark space behind her eyelids.

"Wasn't that a bit much?" River's casual voice shook her. The Creature slipped a peek up at River who stood above her, but River was not looking at her, instead the woman was watching the frantic commotion behind her.

The Doctor was in a trance, muttering in frantic words, completely ignoring his confused and worried companion as he swiped his screwdriver through the air, passing a hand over his eyes in an agitated manner.

"What does it mean!" he would say over and over again, mindlessly fiddling with the millions of digits on the counsel. He would stare at Clara, his mouth opening and closing as if trying to say words that could never escape his mouth. "It can not happen...not again..." he would say instead, then go off in mad spurts of running about the counsel.

Both River and the Creature watched from their perch on the railings.

"It was'na me," the Creature turned away from the scene, and slipped back behind her closed eyes.

"Then what was with all the dramatics then?"

The Creature shrugged in response. She rubbed her temple trying to sooth the pounding that bled through her head.

"You never seemed to me like the one for theatrics," River went on despite the obvious chagrin of her companion. "Bad Wolf? Have never heard of that term...oh it was a child's story wasn't it? The Big Bad Wolf...Little Red Ridding Hood...what does it mean?"

The Creature shrugged again.

River's impatiens snapped thin. "You were the only one here, how else did this all happen?"

With a snarl the Creature stood in one fluid movement, and leaned uncomfortably close toward River until their noses barely touched.

"I do not know," the Creature's voice was tight as a cord ready to snap.

"But then how in god's name..."

"Shut. Up. Now." her voice promised an ominous threat.

The two stared at each other, neither daring to look away. The gold in the Creature's eyes flared, and River dared not say another word.

The occurrence of their last meeting flitted across the Creature's mind, and she felt a twinge of guilt, but her pride obstructed any remorse so she, instead, turned back to leaning against the railing.

"Please," River took a tentative step toward the woman, "answer me one question damn it. Would you tell me if he was in danger."

The Creature bit her lip. Truth was they were all in danger. She slid her eyes to glance at River, then pushed away her pride for a moment, "yes I would." It was a half truth, but she owed River, and that weight never left her. As of now the Doctor was in no danger from her, or the demons, so she felt content with her half truth.

River glanced back up at the black letters, her mind whirling with curiosity.

There was something in the TARDIS, something mysterious, powerful, dangerous, and neither the Doctor, his companion, nor his long dead wife knew that it stood before them in the form a women. The woman knew it was there. Something so horrible, and so powerful it could rip apart the world if it wished, and she contained it within the depths of her body. The Creature wondered how long she could keep it from escaping. She was growing weak, the beast was all to gleeful to the knowledge. One day it would burst forth, and she would never be able to regain herself again.

Soon your time will come...

Voices, so many voices...

She had watched the Doctors expression when he saw the words and she could not keep away the sudden thrill when his eyes lit of with recognition. She almost reached to touch him, to reassure him, but with the words leering down, she knew the words was not for him, and had retracted her hand. The words had once been a sign of warning. A warning for the Doctor. But as she stared unblinkingly at the words, she felt the cold truth that the warning was not meant for the Doctor, but for her.

I am coming. You will be my slave.

She heard the whisper, and felt the cold touch of death.