The Doctor lay in bed wide awake while Martha slept. He didn't need as much sleep as humans, but that wasn't the reason. He had a feeling something was going to happen. A terrified scream woke Martha and the Doctor jumped up and flew in the direction of the scream. Martha ran after him. He flew to Shakespeare's writing room and dropped to his feet in front of a woman lying on the ground, dead.
Shakespeare woke with a start. "Wha-? What was that?"
Lilith spread her arms and the window behind her opened. She flew backwards and levitated outside.
The Doctor grinned and stepped into the windowsill. "Two can play at that game." He stepped onto the air outside, levitating in front of the Carrionite.
She seemed surprised. He stepped toward her. She flew away and he chased her over the rooftops.
"Behold, Doctor! Men to Carrionites are nothing but puppets," Lilith called as she flew ahead of him.
The Doctor watched in trepidation as she pulled out a doll and wrapped his hair around it. He tried to speed up, but she was at least as fast as he was. "Now, you might call that magic . . . . I'd call that DNA replication module," the Doctor said, watching the doll nervously.
"What use is your science now?" Lilith questioned.
The Doctor stopped and so did Lilith. She raised her hand to stab the doll. The Doctor couldn't grab it from her. He turned and flew as fast as he could back to the house. He was almost there. He felt his heart stabbed and he cried out. His momentum carried him through the window and he crashed to the floor.
Martha rushed to his side. "Oh, Doctor! Don't worry, I've got you." She rolled him onto his back and listened for a heartbeat. "Hold on, mister. Two hearts?"
"You're making a habit of this," the Doctor said. He tried to stand up, but fell over with a cry of pain.
Martha supported him.
"I've only got one heart working. How do you people cope?" the Doctor said, "I've got to get the other one started. Hit me! Hit me on the chest!"
Martha hit him.
"Aaah! Other side!"
She hit him again.
"On the back! On the back!"
She hit him on the back.
"Left a bit!"
She hit him again.
He stood up. "Ahh, lovely. There we go! Ba-da-boom! Well, what are you standing there for? Come on! The Globe!" He grabbed Martha's hand and flew out.
The Doctor flew down the streets with Martha on his back.
"We're going the wrong way!" Martha exclaimed.
"No we're not." He flew down another street. He slid to a stop and his feet touched the ground. "We're going the wrong way!" He jumped and flew the other way.
"Why don't you just fly over the buildings?" Martha asked.
"I'm trying my hardest not to just fall and slide on the ground."
Suddenly, screaming filled the air. The Doctor stopped and they looked up at the Globe Theater, glowing with red energy.
"I told thee so! I told thee!" a soothsayer shouted.
"Martha, do me a favor and imagine you're weightless," the Doctor said.
"Why?"
"Believe it or not, it helps me fly." He jumped into the air and flapped his arms. Martha felt lighter and the Doctor slowly rose above the buildings and flew toward the theater.