Chapter Seven; Counting Your Blessings
"Are you sure that this is going to work?" Peter asked his father as they both sat around the table with Clara by their side.
"No as of a matter of fact, I'm absolutely not. I've never done this before, but it's worth a try. Now everyone close your eyes and take ahold of each other's hands. Never drop them and never break the circle." The Doctor instructed before he closed his eyes and grabbed ahold of Clara's and Peter's one hand while they grabbed the other.
"I am now speaking to the lost soul of Jack Wickes. We want you out of the Banshee Woods, you are no longer welcome there, and we want you to leave. In the name of Jesus Christ we banish you back into the underworld!" he cried when all of a sudden the ground began to shake and Peter and Clara opened their eyes and screamed.
"It's alright everybody, whatever you do don't break the circle, it's very important." He reminded them when all of a sudden the shaking stopped and a bright light shone into the room. The Doctor smiled as he opened his eyes. "See? That wasn't so hard was it?" he questioned.
"That's weird, it usually is a lot harder in all of the television shows and movies I've seen." Clara said. "The demons always usually end up fighting back."
"Aha, that's why you shouldn't always believe everything you seen on TV." He told her. "You can let go now." He told them.
"Great, can I go home and go to bed now?" Peter asked him.
"After you clean up all of the houses you egged and pumpkins you've smashed. I just wanted to let you know that you're my son, and I will always love you Peter no many how much trouble you caused. I just hope you've learned your lesson." He told him as Peter nodded.
"I have, trust me." He told him as his father smiled at him.
"Good, that's the end of another adventure, our next one starts next month so don't be late. Either of you." He said before he got to his feet and leapt up from the table.
"What are you talking about? What adventure?" Peter asked him.
One Month Later,..
The Doctor sipped some wine out of his goblet while he and the rest of his family sat around the dining room table wearing pilgrim costumes. The Doctor raised his goblet into the air afterwards. "I just want to make a toast to my family and the rest of the pilgrim family and Indians on this day of giving thanks. Let us always remember to count our blessing and thank God for the wonderful feast that we have in front of us as well as the rest of our wonderful blessings. To friends, to family, and to this beautiful planet that we live on. Happy Thanksgiving everyone!" he exclaimed.
"Happy Thanksgiving!" they called back before they all toasted their goblets together and started to drink.
