A.N- Hey guys, welcome to chapter 43! I just wanted to say thanks to all the people who have reviewed this story because I wouldn't have made it this far without you guys. Now I know I usually gave you a balance of plots with action in them against plots with a more domestic route, but it had been a little imbalanced. I will try to give you more adventurous plots after this one. Enjoy the chapter guys.

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Clara had enough of this stinking box. She loved the time travel and the adventures, but why did it have to be a box? Couldn't they just steal a DeLorean or something? A DeLorean wouldn't declare a prank war on its guest and make one of them blonde! It also wouldn't dump gallons of fake blood onto its inhabitants.

Clara quickly undressed and entered the shower. Sitting right next to the shampoo was a bottle of brown hair dye. She picked it up and inspected it carefully. The color was one shade darker than her hair's natural color, the TARDIS probably did that on purpose. But dark brown isn't bleach blonde, so she put the dye in before she turned the water on.

The dye worked, adding color back to her hair. She was slightly relieved, but still angry that it wasn't exactly the same. No one seemed to notice the difference when she walked into the control room. Both Time Lords had wet hair and clean skin. Scarlet laid on the floor wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt.

"You're gonna sleep there tonight?" Clara asked looking down at her.

"Probably, it helps the backaches from..." She pointed to the watch which Clara knew as the vortex manipulator. Now that she though of it, her back was feeling a bit tight. Clara looked over to the Doctor, who was leaning over the console.

"Doctor, are you okay?"

"Yeah, it's just that I didn't see you guys for a whole week and you act like it's nothing. I missed you guys." He held his hand out to Scarlet and lifted her to her feet. The two girls surrounded him in a warm hug. He smiled in relief.

"I missed you too Doctor, but I'm leaving." Clara said quickly, Scarlet ad the Doctor starring at her.

"What?" They both said.

"I mean, not for long, just to get away from this box." There was silence. "You can always skip ahead and pick me up in a week." She spoke again. "Scarlet, you can come if you want."

"You can go, but I'm not coming. I don't belong in the 'real world', I mean the last time I went grocery shopping I got arrested and stunned every officer in the station." Scarlet frowned.

"That's nonsense, you'd be fine in the real world." Clara tried to convince her but it wouldn't work. The Doctor put the coordinates in and took her back to the night when they last visited the Maitland household. As the grinding of the TARDIS finished, Clara was already waiting at the door. She waived goodbye and took off.

"Should we skip ahead and pick her up?" The Doctor asked.

"Nah, I need to rest," She yawned. "Surprisingly, I'm beat."

"Me too, I didn't sleep all week."

"You didn't sleep, you didn't shower, you didn't change your clothes, what did you do all week?"

"Mostly running, hiding and looking for a bowtie." he laughed as he exited the control room to find his bedroom.

Clara stepped in the house. It had been a while since she had been here even thought it had been minutes since they had left. Good thing the Doctor got the timing right and she didn't see a past version of herself. She walked upstairs to see two sick children. Her motherly instinct kicked in. She got them medicine, blankets, and a couple hot cups of tea. She walked in to bring Artie another cup of tea when he sat up.

"You should stay down and rest."

"Yeah I know, I just wanted to tell you your friend is really nice."

"You think?"

"Yeah, and she should come visit again."

"We'll see about that." She made sure the kids were happy and asleep before she got changed and hopped into her own bed. It felt weird, because even on the TARDIS it was the same bed, but this one was more worn down and comfortable, and she could hear the noises of outside from her window. Before she went to bed, she thought about what Scarlet said. "I don't belong in the real world." Clara disagreed with that. She had almost 16 years of training and being in the real world isn't hard. All you had to do is get a flat and a job so you could pay for food and transport and going out with mates and bills. But Scarlet does have a job. She keeps the Doctor happy. He used to be so depressed about being the last Time Lord, but now he has someone. Maybe the TARDIS is the real world for her?

Clara quickly drifted into a sleep.

Scarlet has been having the same dream over and over again. It started when she regenerated. It is always her falling, having no idea where she is. She is engulfed in a darkness and can't even see her hands in front of her.

In the many times she has had this dream, she has never hit the ground. Her thoughts were always mixed with fear and outrage. Outrage that she has never hit the bottom, and fear of what was at the bottom. This time was different. She hit the bottom with a thud, her eyes bolting open. She wasn't in the control room.

"Fuck, not you again."

The Doctor didn't dream often. Tonight was one of those night when he did. He was falling, like when he fell from that space ship into the 1930's, but this time it was pitch black. He couldn't see anything. Before he could think any of it, he hit the ground, the shock of the impact waking him up. He slowly opened his eyes, seeing that he wasn't in his bedroom anymore.

"What?"

Clara had a dream like no other. She has had falling dreams before, but they were usually over in a second or two, having her roll over in her bed to drift away from consciousness. This one was different. She kept falling, her stomach rising like when she went on that rollercoaster when she was younger. It was also incredibly dark, She couldn't see where she was heading. When she hit the ground she landed right on her head, causing a massive pain as she got up quickly and realized she wasn't in her bed.

"Doctor?"