Hey people! I just wanted to let you know I feel awful for being busy on the day I left you guys on a cliffhanger, at least I didn't make you wait 8 months right! (BBC .). Anyways, enjoy the chapter, I know you will.

The Doctor pulled Clara out of the room and into the hallway.

"What do you mean that's not her, she said Emily, that should be her!" Clara whispered.

"There were two problems though, If one of them was a Time Lord, they would have sensed me, and Time Lord's can cloak themselves, meaning other Time Lord's can't sense them, but that baby just came right out of the womb and their was nothing Time Lord about it!" The Doctor tried to keep his voice low. The door to the room opened, the doctor came out, holding the baby while a nurse followed with a clipboard, probably full of all the baby's information.

"Let's follow them." Clara said, trying to grasp as much adventure as she could in a hospital. The Doctor nodded. They slowly followed the medics, making sure they didn't notice. when they reached a corridor, The Doctor and Clara hid behind it, peeking from the corner to see the doctor and nurse in view. They watched as the doctor placed the baby, swaddled in a pink blanket, into a cradle, along with all the other babies in that room. The nurse placed the clipboard on a hook next to it. They both walked off, probably to check on another patient.

"Should we go check it out, would that still affect the timelines?" Clara whispered, still hiding behind the wall.

"Wait, I hear something." The Doctor put a finger on Clara's lips to quiet her. They both slightly peeked their heads over to see what was happening. A women with a long hooded black coat and sunglasses walked into the hallway adjacent to the one The Doctor and Clara were behind.

She peeked around to see if anyone was watching. When she thought there was no one, she darted into the room full of babies. She looked around at all of the clipboards, until she stopped and smiled at one of them. She reached into her large coat and pulled a blanket wrapped baby out. She unwrapped the baby and re-wrapped it in the other baby's blanket, and vis versa. When she was finished with the switch, she ran out of the room, running past where The Doctor and Clara were watching. She was running so quickly she didn't notice them, but The Doctor saw her face, and recognized it.

Her face triggered a lot of memories from his last regeneration, Martha, Captain Jack, her and her husband.

"Doctor, is that Scarlet?" Clara asked, pointing to the baby that now rested in the real Emily's place.

"Yeah, that's her, and that woman there was her mother." The Doctor filled with rage, It had to be them! It would have been better if it was me!

Scarlet was bored, extremely bored, without Clara and The Doctor around. Right now she was just laying on her bed, shooting at targets the TARDIS was projecting onto her bedroom ceiling. Since the TARDIS had moved her bedroom closer to the control room, she heard the squeaking of the front doors opening. She jumped up and ran into the room.

"So did you find out w-" The Doctor stormed out of the room, clearly angry, heading towards his room.

"Is he okay?" Scarlet asked Clara.

"I don't think so, after he saw your mother, he got really angry and hasn't said a word since."

"So he didn't tell you who it was?"

"No."

"But he definitely recognized her?"

"Yes."

"Let me go talk to him." She walked out of the console room and walked into the direction The Doctor had left in. He wasn't in his room, he was in his workshop. She knocked on the door.

"Come in." She heard from inside the room. She walked in. She had never been inside The Doctor's workshop, it was huge. It was filled with devices, some made out of stone, some wood, and some metal and other futuristic materials. Papers were covering the tables and some areas of the floor, everything written in Gallifreyan. She walked up to The Doctor and put her hand on his shoulder.

"Are you alright?" She asked.

"So many memories coming back to me, just by looking at one face." The Doctor held his head in pain. Scarlet came up to him and pet his hair, holding his head close to her chest, he actually felt a little relaxed.

"Your father, that clever man, how could I have not seen it..."

"What?"

"Emily Masters, is the daughter of The Master."