N/A: Don't foget to read and review. I don't own Doctor Who.
"What is it Doctor?" she asks him again as he rubs his head.
She walks over to him and looks at him dead in the eye, "Tell me."
"Clara, did anything strange happen to you?" he asks her as he stands up from the chair.
"Like what?" she replies confused as he walks pass her and around the console of the TARDIS.
"Anything at all that seems weird or gave off a strange vibe or something alike," he comments while looking around the console.
"Not that I can recall," she admits as she leans against a railing.
"Come on Clara. There must've been something that didn't feel right to you," he speaks as he paces around.
She sits on the chair, "I honestly don't know. Everything was fine and normal."
He sighs as she reclines on the chair, "Though... I was reading another one of Gene's poems."
She repeats the poem, "Foreign signs point the way. Transparent one will come to light. Warning to stay. Don't join the fight."
"Anything else?" the Doctor asks.
"Just watching the telly," she speaks as she thinks about them, "Strange really."
"Really? What? Was there some type of warning? Of course, it must've been some sort of warning. There must've been some sort of warning," the Doctor rants.
"No, not like those at all," she comments.
"Oh, okay, never mind then," he replies as he looks at the invisible paper.
"Although were a bunch of commercials. Just one was talking about a new book called 'Fenrisúlfr Mal' and then a lot of wolf movies," she states as the Doctor mutters, "Bad Wolf."
"What was that?" she asks him as he waves his hand, "Nothing, I said nothing. Now, more importantly was there anything else?"
Meanwhile...
"Welcome one and all to the new Blackpool Memorial Museum's history of art exhibit," a blond haired woman states wearing a red dress.
"Where today we'll show you some pictures that have been lost in time. These paintings were never uncovered until recently this year," she explains with a smile, "And now-"
She stops as everyone feels a little shake and the woman calms everyone down, "Relax everyone. Just construction of the new wing is in progress across the street."
All the people chatted as the woman leads them to a room with a wall covered in a long sheet.
She goes to the middle of the sheet as everyone turns to her, "Now...Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present the paintings that have escaped time."
On cue, the sheets parts and there are three paintings behind her.
There were a ton of 'oohs' and 'aws' from the people as some of them walk towards the pictures.
"Simply exquisite," a man speaks as he closely examines the piece of art.
A woman comments as she places her hand on the man, "It looks so real. Like it could be alive."
"See...look at the details on the painting," she points out the one with a man standing in a desert with his back turned.
"It is brilliant," the man replies, "I wonder how old these paintings are?"
"That's just it," everyone turns back to the woman in the red dress, "No one knows the age of these paintings and the texture, color, and everything is different from prior paintings."
All the people 'ooh' and 'aw' at that as they talked about the pictures uniqueness. There's a faint high-pitched sound as it gradually increases.
Crack!
Everyone looks around as they hear cracking sounds around them as some mutter, "Oh my?" Or "What's going on?" Or "What's happening?"
Soon the cracking sounds being more noticeable and clamorous as the people look around, until...
The glass flies out of nowhere and hitting a bunch of people. There's a lot of screams as the people fall onto the floor that was hit with shrapnel of glass.
"Just a new exhibit in Blackpool Memorial Museum, which the name is misleading. It isn't even in Blackpool or near it," Clara states as she sees the Doctor going to the TARDIS's doors and opening them.
"What are you doing?" she asks as she stands up and walks down the ramp.
"What does it look I'm doing?" he questions her.
"It looks like you're going on top of the TARDIS," Clara replies as he nods, "Exactly."
"But why?" she states confused.
"TARDIS surfing," he says simply, "Should be fun."
"Are you daft?" she asks him as he climbs on top of the TARDIS.
"Maybe," he comments with a smile, "Don't worry, I'll be fine."
He pulls himself to the top of the TARDIS and then the begins to order Clara, "Wait until I say the order, okay?"
She rolls her eyes as he continues to climb on top of the TARDIS. She stops inside the Tardis, the invisible paper begins to get some writing on it.
"Doctor?" she asks quietly while looking at the parchment piece.
"Now...Clara can you-Whoa!"
Clara grabs onto the rail as she feels the TARDIS move on it's own, "Doctor? Doctor!"
She runs to the doors, but they slam shut on her; trapping her inside the TARDIS.
She grabs on the knobs and tries to pull it, "Doctor!?"
Outside...
He hops off the top of the TARDIS and goes to the door, "What?"
He hears her pounds on it, "Doctor! The doors! They won't open!"
"What?" he grabs the knock, but it refuses to open, "What is going on around here?"
He snaps his fingers to open the doors, but it doesn't work either. He grabs his screwdriver and scans the TARDIS.
"What is going on here?" he asks,
Inside...
She tries to pull at the knobs harder, "Doctor! Doctor, what's going on?!"
While the Doctor was slamming on the either side, "Clara, what's happening?"
Clara turns around to the console of the TARDIS and examines everything as she runs back to the door, "I don't know, but the doors won't open."
The Doctor yells at the TARDIS, "Open up! Open up this instant!"
She asks as she bangs on the door, "Doctor? What have you done? What did you do?! "
He replies, "Me? It wasn't me. I didn't do anything. Did you do anything?"
"Nothing!" she exclaims as she feels the TARDIS lightly move again.
Doctor retorts, "Oi, I'm not staying behind! Clara move away from the doors."
She moves back and then she hears a slam against the door, followed by a thump onto the ground and a groan.
"Ow... That didn't work. Oi, that hurts. Really hurts," he comments.
"Doctor..." Clara whispers as nervously as she walks back to the console and sees the paper with the finished writing on it.
Outside...
"Bad TARDIS, bad TARDIS. Stop it right now. Stop it! She's my friend. Now open the door and let me in," he reprimands the TARDIS.
He sighs as he places a hand on it and rubs it while asking, "Why? Why did you close the doors on me? Are you going somewhere? Or... No, that couldn't be... That would be impossible."
"Clara!" he yells at her from the outside, "Clara!"
Inside...
Clara was away from the door as she read the note, "
As the children of stories long ago rise.
To fight against the storming tides.
The immortal child and the goddess of war.
Shall give everything to protect the doctor.
The man who runs from his past of shame.
The time will come when he will be burn aflame."
"Clara! Clara, can you hear me!?" she snaps her read at the door and then looks back at the note.
She runs to the door and comments, "Yeah. I hear you."
"Listen carefully, I need you to pull the wiggly lever down and then turn the hexosphere 180 degrees. Look on the screen and wait until the numbers count down," he instructs her as she runs up the ram.
Outside...
He sees the light turns on, "No. No, no!"
He slams on the door, "Clara! Clara, you need to hurry up!"
"The TARDIS is ready to dematerialize. You need to stop the count down," he tells her.
"Why?" she replies from the other side bathroom, "What is so special of the countdown?"
The Doctor states honestly, "Trust me... You want to stop before the countdown reaches zero."
Inside...
"What's with the sounds?" she asks loudly.
"It's the engines," he comments.
"Clara...you'll be okay, I promise you. Nothing bad will happen," he states as she tries to hack into the TARDIS's mainframe.
"Come on, come on. If I can hack into a Dalek's ship and erase their memories of the Doctor, then I can surely make a backdoor to the TARDIS; though, that technically wasn't me," she speaks as she shakes her head, "I've no other choice."
She starts to hack into the TARDIS, trying her best to stop in from moving its spot.
Outside...
The Doctor rubs his face as he sees the TARDIS fading in and out, knowing he can't do anything to help.
He approaches the TARDIS, "Something wrong and you can sense it. You're trying to hide away, but why? What can make you so anxious?"
Inside...
"Just...about...done!" she exclaims and turns her head to the door as the Doctor rushes it.
He runs to the console and tries to take control of it.
She screams to the Doctor, "What on hell is wrong with the TRADIS?! We never had been on this bumpy ride!?"
"The TARDIS senses something wrong and is trying to take us away from it," he explains.
He groans, "I've lost control."
The TARDIS shifts harshly as the Doctor and Clara moved to the side of the wall.
The Doctor walks over to the TARDIS slowly and pulls levers, "Here...we...GO!"
He pulls one more and it stops the shaking as Clara lands on the floor.
She stands up slowly, "Ow...That wasn't fun. I now know how my clothes feel like when they're in the spin cycle."
"Where are we?" she asks as the Doctor helps her up, "I don't know. Let me have a look Clara."
The Doctor goes out of the doors and almost falls, "Wow!"
Clara pulls him back, "Doctor, are we stuck in the air?"
"What, no. Of course not," he replies as he closes the door and works on the TARDIS, "Strange... Really strange."
"Now what?" she asks as the Doctor touches the console, "It appears it doesn't want to descend to the ground."
"Why?" she asks him.
"It seems as if it is frightened of the Earth itself," the Doctor comments as he looks around.
"Maybe it's not afraid of the Earth, but being cautious of its surroundings. Like on high alert," Clara states as the Doctor looks at her, "But why? It doesn't make any sense. She has never been afraid of Earth before, why the change and why that countdown."
"Seriously Doctor, what is the significance of that countdown?" Clara asks him.
"That countdown... That countdown means trouble is here. The kind of trouble that can get me killed," he answers, "The TRADIS knew there was trouble and tried to move as quickly as possible. It's the kind of trouble that wants to make you go back to your home."
Clara stays quiet as the Doctor hung his head then both hear a ringing sound as the Doctor went to investigate it; Clara searches for the psychic paper.
He goes to the door and opens it, he opens a small compartment and the phone was there.
He picks it up, "Hello? ...Yes, this is him. There's been what? At the where? I would love to help, but I'm having some problems with my TARDIS. ...You want to do what? If I were to do that we'd- ... Oh, oh! Yes, that would work. Bye then."
He hangs up the phone and closes the door, "Clara, guess what I know how we'll get out of this situation; however, it requires your assistance."
She pops up from the console, "With what?"
Few minutes later...
Clara was holding the Doctor's sonic screw and legs while he was underneath the TARDIS, "Clara, sonic!"
"Sonic, gotcha. Here," she passes it to him and he activates it.
"Now if I can just adjust the anti-grav, we should just be able to land safely," he speaks.
"Should?"
"Yes should," he replies.
"And if not?"
"Well...remember with Trenzalore?" he asks her as she nods, "Yeah."
"Get ready to hang on then," he smiles as he points the sonic at the bottom of the TARDIS.
Both feel it as it gradually descends, Clara pulls the Doctor up and they hug it out.
"See, I had everything under contr-" he stops as the TARDIS shakes again, making him fall out as he grabs onto the bottom.
"Doctor!" Clara shouts, "Are you okay?"
"Yes, I'm fine. Really," he replies as he looks up, "Oh...that explains it."
Clara pokes her head out and looks up, she sees a black airplane with a cable which had a magnetic clamp on the TARDIS and flying it.