It was daytime now, and the girl was still walking around aimlessly. Even though she had been on her feet for hours, she wasn't tired at all. She had even taken to playing on the city's railroad. She moved on one of the metal rails, walking, then skipping, then spinning, in a strange sort of dance. Her arms were waving in the air beside her, doing their own little dance, switching between helping her keep her balance and moving around in complicated shapes. She was still humming odd tunes.

"What a strange game," she said to herself. "Playing with strangers in black masks and screaming 'please don't take me'. What a violent game, with cars and kicking and grabbing and biting. Or… is it a game at all? But if it isn't a game, then what is it?"

"Hmm… I guess I'll just have to find out," she said, turning in place.

She started walking along one of the metal tracks, still humming to herself, and occasionally hopping on one foot.

Using Gage's computer skills, and a bit of detective footwork, Jin and Gage had tracked down the mysterious white haired girl to the railroad. They found a homeless man sitting in a railcar abandoned beside the tracks.

"Oh that girl," he said, after being given a description. "What a weird one, she was."

"Um, you saw her, here? Where did she go?" Gage asked.

"Oh, I'd stay away from that one if I were you," the man said. "Skipping around and dancing on the tracks, humming that strange song, talking to herself. She wasn't in her right mind I tell ya, and those loons are bad news."

"Right, now did you actually see where she went?" Jin interrupted the man before he could continue on his tangent.

"Yeah, yeah, she started walking off in that direction, following the tracks," the man said, pointing southwest, away from Roswell. The tracks were already at the outskirts of the city, and following that direction would take them into the middle of the desert before long, to an area devoid of even simple dirt roads.

"Thank you" Gage and Jin said, turning to leave.

"Ahem" the man cleared his throat pointedly.

"Um, yes?" Gage said in confusion.

The man held out his hand expectantly. Jin gave him a five dollar bill that was in his wallet, he was so hurried and distracted that the bill could have been a fifty and he wouldn't have even noticed.

"So what do we do now?" Gage asked.

"Go after her," Jin replied.

"But how?" Gage asked. "There aren't any roads and going on foot we'd never catch up to her."

"We could rent a dune buggy," Jin suggested, it seemed like the only option.

Dune buggies were meant for riding off roads, they usually housed two to four people; had large, sturdy tires; and were built in the style of an open, metal cage, without doors or windows. They were perfect for casual fun on the sand, but not very practical otherwise.

"Yes, if we can find one available," Gage said. "But with this weather they may all be taken."

There was a moment of silence between the two as they thought about the possibility, and then as their minds drifted to other matters.

"I didn't even know Roswell had a railroad," Jin said.

Gage looked up sharply at Jin, and then both of their heads slowly turned towards the suspicious tracks. Gage had lived in Roswell his entire life and he had never heard the sounds of trains, or even anyone talking about them.

"Something very strange is going on," Gage said, at last. "I'm going to call Will and Peter, I get the feeling we may need backup."

"I already texted them," Jin said, "They're on their way."

In the end there were exactly two dune buggies available at the final dune buggy rental shop they visited. The first was a slightly rickety two-seater, and the second was an odd three-seater, which originally had four seats, but one of them had completely been destroyed by some mixture of age, elements, and an old collision. The four young men scraped together enough money to rent the two buggies, even though Peter had offered to pay the full amount (he came from a wealthy family and secretly felt a bit guilty, especially since it wouldn't burden him at all).

Before they set out after the strange white haired girl, Will decided it would be a good idea to stock up on water and snacks, and Jin thought he should fully explain the situation to Will and Peter. So while Jin explained, Gage was sent to get provisions.

He paid the clerk and took the bag of items. It was times like these that made him appreciate his part-time job. The web design job paid well and took up little time, it was perfect for him, and because of it he had spending money. Because of his talent and tireless dedication to his schoolwork, he had also gotten a full-ride scholarship, which was a great relief to him. He saw how his brother struggled to balance his schoolwork and job, saving money for tuition and always worrying about his finances; he didn't envy his twin's position, but whenever Gage offered to help, Will refused.

Just as Gage left the convenience store, the plastic bag tore open, its contents spilling onto the ground. Gage cursed the cheap, paper thin plastic and hurriedly picked them back up, balancing them all in his arms and weighing his options. The convenience store Gage had gone to was just around the corner from the buggy rental place, so it wasn't a far walk; Gage believed he could manage it. He set off at a brisk pace, making certain not to go too fast so as not to risk dropping everything again.

He had just come to the corner of the building when he tripped over a rock and stumbled; the bag of chips Peter asked for flew out of his hands and fell to the ground. Gage carefully bent down to pick it up, and as he straightened, his eyes connected with a man sitting outside a coffee shop across the street, newspaper held open in front of him with a coffee cup in his other hand. Something about the man unsettled Gage, but he didn't know what; maybe it was just the strangeness of him. He was older, perhaps in his late fifties or sixties, with steel grey hair, piercing eyes, and severe eyebrows. The man was wearing a dark outfit, with a dark blue jacket covering a similarly colored vest, over a white, pressed shirt, buttoned to his throat, the very ends of this shirt were visible at his hands; a slight movement and Gage caught a glimpse of a bright green accent sewn on the inside of the jacket; his pants were the same dark blue as the jacket, and were oddly matched with a shiny pair of black boots. Then the moment passed, the man turned to put his coffee down, and Gage went on his way.

When Gage got back to his friends, they were already on the dune buggies, checking them out to make certain they worked. Once everything had been handed out, they all got on the buggies and set off. Gage was with Peter, who had insisted on driving, which really made Gage nervous. Jin and Will were on the second buggy, the rickety two-seater, with Will behind the wheel. They followed the tracks into the desert, the afternoon sun beating down on them, the end of a mystery was drawing near… or perhaps it was the beginning of a new mystery.

Clara stood in the middle of downtown Roswell, she had been walking around the city in hopes of finding the Doctor, or clues to where he might have gone. Finally, covered in dirt, half starved, and without money, she decided to do something about her situation. She approached the nearest banking terminal and pointed her sonic screwdriver at it, instantly hacking the device and causing it to spew out money. She wasn't very familiar with American money, so she just stuffed as much into her pockets as she could. Within the space of an hour she had rented a hotel room, showered, and was wearing a newly purchased outfit. And once she was fully refreshed, she set about solving the problem with a new, rejuvenated mind.

Her first problem: the location of the Tardis. As she and the Doctor were taken by the aliens, the Doctor had initiated the Tardis's emergency relocation program. So it was missing, and could be anywhere in time and space (though Clara believed it would return to the general location of the Doctor, so it should be in the area, or at least the decade- it being a time machine and all). If she found the Tardis, it was likely she would find the Doctor, and that was her main concern.

The Doctor was missing, gone, possibly dead, and Clara had no idea what he looked like now. Sure, she thought she would recognize him if she met him, but there were no guarantees, and not being able to recognize him on sight was a significant disadvantage. And lastly there were the homicidal aliens, kidnapping and experimenting on people. Clara didn't know what they were trying to do, what their purpose was, and she didn't care, she was going to stop them however noble their cause.

After going over her list of problems, her priority still hadn't changed. The first thing she needed to do was find the Doctor, or the Tardis, and to do that she needed to think like him. And no matter how different he was, some things about him never changed. Clara went to the hotel's computer lounge/café, where there were several computers set up for the guests' use. She ran her hotel key card through the computer's scanner, which verified that she was a guest at the hotel and then unlocked the computer, allowing her to log in. It was definitely a nifty little invention, Clara had never seen one before, and she probably would have been lost if not for the laminated instruction sheet taped to the desk beside her.

Once Clara was logged into the computer, she noticed the icon labeled "Roswell News," and opened it up. Just what she was looking for: if the Doctor was anywhere, it would be where there was trouble.

She scrolled through the various titles, looking for something mysterious, possibly inexplicable, and most likely dangerous. And then she saw something that made even her stop in bewilderment, a title that was certainly mysterious, and quite possibly inexplicable, but was admittedly not very likely to be dangerous: "Mysterious Blue Box Found in Alley". They couldn't mean the Tardis, could they? She opened up the page. They did mean the Tardis. But how? No one ever noticed the Tardis.

The Tardis (short for Time and Relative Dimension in Space), looked like a blue police box, it was the exact size, shape and color, with a few minor discrepancies. It was also bigger on the inside, a lot bigger. It was the Doctor's time machine, basically an antique piece of his people's technology; the Time Lords of Gallifrey had been using these advanced ships to travel throughout time and space for most of their existence, and the Doctor's Tardis was an older model.

Even though the Tardis looked like a big, blue box, people still passed by it all the time without giving it a second though, but there it was, on the news. At least that solved one of Clara's problems, now she just had to find the Doctor, and stop the aliens.

As she searched the news stories, she realized there were two common threads: disappearances and amnesia. The former were buried under all the other news, and no one was sure if any of the people were actually missing. The latter was treated more like a good humored joke than a serious issue: people reporting being abducted by aliens, having blurry memories, being forgetful, or all of the three, and there were even a few cases of total amnesia. But the journalist took it in stride, writing: "It's alien season again here in Roswell. That's right, those pesky aliens have returned and are causing problems for Roswell citizens. What's their theme this time? Apparently memory loss. So, remember to wear your medical bracelets at all times to avoid unnecessary health complications, or go and visit a nearby tattooist, so that even if you forget who you are, you'll still know what's really important."

The next article was about a supposed zombie sighting at a local bakery, though apparently the 'zombie' was only interested in the desserts and not human flesh, which the journalist thought was somewhat of a relief.

Clara took down some of the names of victims in the memory loss/ missing person cases and left the hotel's very trendy cyber café. As she was leaving the hotel, her shoulder collided with a passerby, unbalancing them both; Clara dropped the notebook she was holding.

"Sorry," Clara said, picking up her notebook from the floor. "I wasn't really watching where I was going."

"No trouble," the man said, helping her up by the elbow.

At the sound of the man's voice, Clara looked up. Her lungs stopped breathing for a second. She knew that voice.

"Doctor," she whispered.

"No, really, you didn't bump into me that hard," the Doctor said.

"No, you're the Doctor," Clara said.

"Oh really, I am?" he asked. "I'm afraid my mind's a bit fuzzy at the moment, and I don't remember. But you do look familiar. Shh, don't tell me, I've got it. You're Cassie…. Clary…. No, Amy. You're Amy, am I right? Probably."

"No," Clara said. "It's me, Clara. My name's Clara. Clara Oswald. Remember?"

"Afraid not," the Doctor said.

Clara just looked at him, he may not remember her, but she remembered him. He was dressed in his same old clothes: old fashion with a vest, jacket, and button up shirt, with those silly boots of his. And he looked the same, with that intense look on his face and those piercing eyes, and that steely hair. He even talked the same, his voice was like it always was, not a note out of place. Clara couldn't help herself, she threw her arms around the man that she called Doctor, and was even close to tears.

"Doctor, I'm so glad you're alright. I thought you were dead," she said.

"What, really? Why?" he asked.

"Because," Clara began, but stopped, not knowing how to put it. "Those things, they just came out of nowhere… and you were hurt badly, and then you just disappeared. I thought you might have died."

"I'm sure it takes more than 'things' to stop me," he replied.

Same, cocky Doctor, Clara thought to herself, dislodging from the Doctor so she could look him over.

"You're sure you're alright?" she asked him.

"Besides the fact that I don't remember anything, yes."

"Good, because we have to find out what those things are and what they want," Clara said. "We have to stop them from hurting anyone else, and somehow we have get your memory back."

"Alright then, how do we do that?" he asked.

"Not a clue," she responded.