A/N: Let's see how many people will see the subtext in this chapter. Granted, many people might get them. Anyway, don't forget to read and review and I don't own Doctor Who.
Also, this has some humor to it. Enjoy.
Next Day...
Clara wakes from her bed and gets dressed as she kept thinking about what the Doctor said last night.
"Somehow...I felt like I remember some of the information, is it because of what happened at Trenzalore.
Clara was wearing a black shirt and jeans as she lays back on the bed.
"I know what I saw. I saw a girl...person...something," she sits up and sighs, "I can't let this get to me. After all, today seems like a brand new day."
She walks downstairs and goes to the living room, "Let's see what's on the telly shall we."
She grabs a remote and turns on the TV; when she does a commercial was being played.
"There's something on your back," the man said seriously, "A label. Do you want to be a label or do you want to be human?"
Clara rolls her eyes and changes the channel, she lands on another channel with a commercial running.
"Seriously?" she asks as she looks at the TV.
"This is a genuine one of a kind story. It is full of hope, love, death and rebirth. Order now. Order Fenrisúlfr Mal before the time expires. Live the story, become it and treasure this and other gifts. Don't forget to order the book. It comes with-"
Clara changes the channel, "No, thank you."
Meanwhile...
The Doctor was busy trying to look at what was going on here. He leaves the TARDIS and is shocked to see someone taped a piece of paper on it.
"Oi!" he grabs the paper and looks around the block, "I can't believe these humans would do such a thing as this still."
He goes inside and asks, "Clara? Did you see the person that placed this note on the TARDIS?"
"Hm?" she turns to him, "No... I just woke up a few minutes ago."
She grabs it and opens the folded sheet, "I mean, it can't be as bad as what one of my friends had."
"Which was?" the Doctor asks her.
"Something really bad," she states, "and let's just leave it at that."
The Doctor looks at Clara as she sighs, "Fine. The note was basically calling her a bad driver just because she parked in this guy's usual spot."
She looks down and then back to the Doctor, "What? What is it?"
"There's nothing written on it," she replies as she hands it to him.
He flips it over and over again. He pulls out his sonic to study the paper.
He reads the analysis, "Interesting."
"What?" she asks him.
"The piece of paper is no ordinary piece of paper," he explains still looking at the sonic screw driver.
"What do you mean by that?" she questions him.
"It's written on psychic paper," he answers with a smile, "and it seems to be locked. Why and more importantly, what's the hidden message?"
He smiles as he quickly leaves the house as swiftly as he entered; Clara just sits back down on the couch and continues channel searching.
In the meantime...
The Doctor was about to enter his TARDIS when a big furry body tackles him onto the ground and licks him.
The Doctor laughs from the licking, "Enough, enough boy. Down, heel, stop."
The dog listens after the stop command and the Doctor pushes himself up as he dusts himself off.
He looks at the most dark black furred husky and asks, "Now big guy? Where's your owner?"
He pets the dog as he examines it with his sonic screwdriver, "Can't be too careful, no offense."
The dog barks and the Doctor is appalled, "Well then... Sorry and for your information, I wasn't scanning you for tics."
The dog pants as the Doctor studies his screwdriver, "I was just looking at the information so I can see where you live."
He mutters, "as well as an ordinary dog."
"Ah...there we go," the Doctor states happily, "wow, not that far either."
He pockets his device and turns to the dog, "Come on boy. Let's let you back home."
The dog barks and the Doctor protests, "No...I'm not going to give you a T-Bone steak. Does it look like I've food on me?"
The dog barks and the Doctor retorts, "Hey...I'm not. I love dogs."
The husky whines as the Doctor rolls his eyes, "Fine. I'll be back shortly, just stay here."
The Doctor goes into his TARDIS and speaks to himself, "Can't believe I'm taking orders from a dog."
He sighs as he places the folded paper on the console of the TARDIS.
Few minutes later...
"Here you go boy," the speaks as he brought a small table with a serving tray with a cover over it.
He pulls the cover and on the plate is a big steak, "Just how you like it, medium-to almost well done."
The dog barks and the Doctor waves his hand, "Don't mention it."
Few more minutes...
"Really? No, get out of here. He was," the Doctor sits by the dog as the husky barks.
"So, you're one-sixteenth loyal Yorkshire Terrier?" he asks the dog.
The dog barks again and he states, "What?"
The dog barks again and the Doctor asks, "That's a weird nickname?"
He looks around and speaks, "I think it is time I took you home?"
He turns to the dog, "Do you want me to call you by your nickname?"
He dog shakes his head and the Doctor understands, "Good, to be honest I didn't like that nickname. How did you get it?"
The husky whimpers as the Doctor nods, "I see, I see. Just because bad things started to happen around here the same moment you arrived here. Yeah... I know that feeling quite well."
They begin to walk as the Doctor searches for the husky's home. They walked a couple of blocks until they heard, "There you are!"
A man wearing a gray jogging suit comes up to them. We had black hair and brown skin, like Hispanic caramel color, as he was running to them. He stops and thanks the Doctor, "Thank you for looking after him. I was looking all over the town for him."
"Oh...so you're the overprotective owner," the Doctor comments as the man questions him, "What?"
"Oh nothing, nothing really. Just talking rubbish," the Doctor quickly dismisses it.
"Still I don't know how to thank you," the man speaks.
"Try not to lose your dog would be a good thing," the Doctor suggests.
"Noted. I will," the man replies.
"Oh, what is your name?" the Doctor asks him.
"I'm Ralph, sir. Ralph Nukpana," he shakes the Doctor's hand.
"Thank you for looking after Grim," Ralph smiles and the Doctor retorts, "He really doesn't like that nickname you gave him, you know."
"Huh, how would you know? You can talk to animals like Doctor Dolittle," Ralph laughs and then stops as he sees the serious face of the Doctor.
"Just keep an eye on your dog," he speaks clearly as Ralph nods, "Will do sir."
He pulls the zipper down and pulls a leash and collar out of his inner pocket. The Doctor noticed he was wearing a black shirt with red lettering on it, but couldn't quite see what the lettering said.
Once Ralph clips the collar and leash, he stands up and the Doctor clearly reads his shirt.
"Fusei Ōkami?" he asks as he looks at Ralph, "They're a new J-Rock band."
"J-Rock?" the Doctor questions.
"You know," Ralph speaks and the Doctor shook his head no.
"J-Rock stands for Japanese Rock," Ralph explains and the Doctor comments, "Oh, then why not bloody say that?"
"Because it saves time," Ralph smiles as the Doctor and Ralph lightly laugh.
Back at home...
Clara was still channel surfing as she passes another interesting commercial.
"Citizens, rejoice! Your lords and masters of history present our new exhibit today in the Blackpool Memorial Museum," a man speaks, "Come and see the wonderful paintings of many known and unknown artist as well as study the history."
She nods her head, "Maybe another day."
Back to the Doctor and Ralph...
The Doctor and Ralph were sitting on a bench with the husky by the Doctor; the Doctor pets him.
"He really likes you," Ralph chuckles, "You must be a good person."
"Yeah. Well...I better get going," the Doctor said as he stop petting the husky and stands up, "It was good to see you and talking with you. Next time, don't lose your dog."
The Doctor begins to walk away as he hears the husky bark.
"Bad Wolf! Bad Wolf!" Ralph yells and the Doctor stops dead in his tracks.
He looks back to Ralph as he continues to reprimand his dog, "Bad Wolf! Bad Wolf! Don't bark at people when they've helped you."
"Especially this man for taking care of you," Ralph yells at dog for barking at the Doctor, "Sorry, he doesn't do that normally. I don't what has gotten into him."
Ralph notices how the husky was lifting his paw to the Doctor and guessed, "It's like he did on purpose to get your attention."
"W-What is the name of your dog?" the Doctor asks him.
Ralph smirks, "Wolf."
He has a confused expression, "Speaking of names, you never gave me yours?"
"I'm the Doctor," he introduces himself to Ralph.
Ralph can see something is wrong, "Doctor? What's up? It looks like you've seen a ghost or something?"
The Doctor reads the shirt and sees in red letters, 'Bad Wolf.'
Ralph chuckles, "Funny thing is...I'm kinda a wolf too."
"What?" the Doctor asks, not really paying Ralph any attention.
"My name...My name means Evil or Bad Wolf," he smiles and the Doctor snaps his head at Ralph.
The Doctor looks at him, then back at the shirt and finally the husky.
He bolts away from them and Ralph screams, "Doctor, where are you going?"
The Doctor exclaims, "Back to my machine!"
Back at Clara's house...
Clara was more than shocked with what was on, "Wow. I haven't seen this show since I was a kid."
She smiles as she is about to watch her favorite part, until...
"Clara! Clara! Open the door!" she pauses the TV and runs to the door and opens it.
"What? What's the matter? What happened?" she asks him as he goes into the house.
"Everything is wrong, that's what happen. Everything," the Doctor exclaims as he goes to the kitchen with Clara behind him. He goes into the fridge and freezer, takes out fish sticks and custard.
"What are you going to do with those?" she asks him.
"What do you think I'm going to do with them?" he asks her, "I'm going to eat them of course."
Few minutes later...
Clara chuckles as she leans against her chair, "And just when I thought you couldn't get any weirder."
The Doctor ducks a fish stick in the custard and eats it, "What? I need to think and eating helps me think; especially, fish sticks and custard."
"Really, you don't say?" she comments as she grabs an apple and eats it.
"I do say," he replies with a smile.
Clara muses as she 'hums' a song and the Doctor asks her, "What are you humming?"
"Oh just a song I remembered from a show when I was a kid," she replies with a smirk.
"Really? How does it go?" he asks her and she protests, "Oh no. I can't."
"Why not?" he asks her.
"Because I can't sing well, not even borderline on decent. I'm tone-deaf," she answers.
"Come on," the Doctor gives her a small smirk, "I know you want to."
"Oh, okay I'll do it. Man," she shakes her head at him and puts her apple on a plate.
"I just remember the chorus well," she admits and the Doctor states, "Sing."
He thought, 'Maybe it'll help clear my head of what just happened.'
"Ready?" she asks and he nods.
She breaths in and sings:
He don't take no time to play
Time to play
Time to play
All he does is work all day
La, la, la, da
You can play and laugh and fiddle
Don't you think you'll make me sore
I'll be safe and you'll be sorry
When the wolf comes to your door
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf.
The Doctor looks at her and drops a fish stick into the custard as she continues to sing.
Big bad wolf
Big bad wolf
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf
Big bad wolf
Big bad wolf
Who's afraid of the big bad wolf.
She looks at him, "What? You never saw 'The Three Little Pigs', you know the Disney film?"
The Doctor was quiet as she waits for his reaction, "Doctor?"
"Doctor, why are you quiet?" she asks him as he stands from his spot and leaves.
"Doctor. Doctor!" she calls out as she grabs a jacket, "Wait for me, Doctor!"
She follows him into the TARDIS and finds him out a chair with a blank look on his face.
"What's wrong?" she asks him and he sighs.