A/N: Sorry for no updates! Stuff happens. :P

The Woman jumped slightly as a particularly loud shout rang from inside the TARDIS. She glared at the blue box. "I have half a mind to go in there myself."

"Don't bother." Clara muttered from her position on the couch, flipping through a bridal magazine. "They won't stop."

They sat in Clara's living room two hours after everybody had returned. After the Doctor's rather long-winded explanation about how he had come across two of his past selves, the Time Lords had gone into the TARDIS to discuss "timey-wimey" things as the Doctor had put it, to which the War Doctor had quickly reprimanded him. Now they were in the TARDIS, and by the sound of it were having a very heated argument, about what they could not hear.

"It doesn't make any sense!" Clara sat back on the couch. "I know he changes faces and personality, but how can all three of them be here at the same time?"

"I'm not sure." The Woman glanced at the TARDIS. "Our current Doctor seems to have forgotten how it all happened, or at least, he's not letting on that he knows a whole lot. I never met the War Doctor, and I only saw the Tenth at the Panopticon briefly before we were thrown back into the Time War, but he hasn't lived through that yet."

Clara looked thoughtful. "What if that happened with the Master? What if there were three of them?"

"Ooh." River grimaced. "It's probably not best to go there. From what I hear, he was cold and calculating before the Time War, a gentleman nonetheless, but it's probably not the best prospect. He hated the Doctor more than ever back then."

"I'm curious as to what he would look like."

"Well, there was this one version that was fried to crisp…"

She made a face. "Ew. Never mind."

"So," River sighed. "A wedding in a week, eh?"

"Yeah. That decision was made before three Doctors showed up and all this 'monsters breaking out of paintings' stuff happened. Now I'm not so sure we can do it. Can't there ever be a time when an important decision is made and monsters don't show up?"

"That's the price you pay with the Doctor." The Woman said. "It was like that back on Gallifrey too."

Clara looked over at her. "Do you think we could pull this off?"

Her eyes glittered. "No guarantees, but I think that we could probably do it, providing that my son, or should I say my sons, don't mess things up."

"Which they probably will, knowing them."

"So where do you want to hold the ceremony?" River asked. "I'm sure the Master won't care what you pick."

Clara thought for a moment. "I've always fancied St. John's. Small little place, nothing complicated really. The architecture is amazing…"

"Kate? Miss Stewart!" Osgood called out as she walked through the Undergallery.

She had been looking for her peer for some time now, with no luck. She clasped the reports for the dust in hand, starting to become very confused. She was nowhere to be seen!

Now, she walked through the dark, shadowy Undergallery, feeling quite nervous. Dark places had never been comforting for her. It seemed that every shadow was a monster waiting to pounce on her, and the statues covered with the voluminous white sheets didn't help. The only sound to be heard was her footsteps crunching on the dust, adding to the spooky atmosphere as it echoed through the rows of paintings.

The prospect of some sort of monster coming out of paintings frightened her to death. She watched the paintings warily as she passed by, half expecting some sort of monstrous hand to reach out of the canvas and grab her…

Suddenly, something tapped her on the shoulder. She whirled with a loud shriek.

"Woah!" A man stood in front of her, holding up his hands in confusion. "Sorry! I didn't mean to scare you so much!"

"Oh." Osgood took her inhaler out of her pocket, taking a suck before speaking properly. "McGillop, it's only you."

"What are you doing here?" He looked around the dark gallery. "It's a bit late, you know."

"I'm looking for Kate." She held up the reports. "I got the results back on the stone dust that the Doctor asked for and I went looking for her, but I can't find her anywhere."

He scratched his head. "Come to think of it, I haven't either."

"This was my last option, as you can see."

He pointed to the reports. "What do they say?"

She frowned at the papers. "I don't know. Haven't looked at them yet."

"Can I see?"

"Sure." She handed the reports to him.

He looked them over briefly, his brow furrowing into a frown. It says here that the dust came from the statues."

Osgood looked at him in confusion. "The statues?"

McGillop shuffled his feet in the dust. "That doesn't make any sense! If this dust is all from the statues, then how can they still be standing?"

She backed away from the suddenly very ominous-looking white sheets. "I… don't know."

"….because if those aren't statues…." He looked at her. "Then what are they?"

Suddenly, the sheets began moving and shifting. Osgood screamed and McGillop backed up with her, staring in horror as they moved.

The red sucker-covered body appeared, as did the yellowed fangs and eyes, with horrible hissing and gurgling accompanying their appearance as they came forth. Osgood screamed as the monsters closed in on them.

"I don't like it in here." Ten said, looking about the TARDIS. "Too dark."

"You never do!" The Doctor fussed at him, and then stroked the TARDIS console. "Don't worry. I still love you."

Ten scowled

"You talk to it?" The War Doctor asked in confusion. "When do I start talking to it?"

"Idiots." The Master growled.

Ten whirled on him. "Speak for yourself! You refused to regenerate and died in my arms! And yet somehow, you're here again!"

The Master smirked at him. "And I die again after all of that."

"Shut up!" The Doctor shouted. "That's further on in his timeline! He can't know about that!"

"You haven't changed at all." The War Doctor said, eyeing the renegade Time Lord. "You're still dumb enough to break the laws of time."

"…and what's this I hear about you marrying one of my future companions?" Ten was saying. "I would never allow you to do that!"

"Well you do in the future."

Ten looked at his future self. "Why would you let him do that?"

"Spoilers."

"Why can't you tell me anything?"

"You wouldn't want to know!"

Ten turned back to the Master, bringing his face close to his smirking enemies'. "All I know is that you had better be a darn good husband, if I have anything to say on the matter. If I hear one thing about you-"

The Doctor cleared his throat nervously. "Ah, we've already sort of established this thing in the future, but in a less… intense… manner. Besides, we were trying to figure out how you two got here in the first place. It seems wrong, along with the paintings and the Zygons."

The War Doctor hesitated, and then said: "I think it would be best if we waited for the analysis on that stone dust you wanted."

The Doctor leaned against the console. "Yeah, that would be best."

Ten frowned at him. "Why did you want that anyway?"

"I want to see where it came from. It looks like it came from something that got smashed, though I can't be sure. Maybe the monsters came out of the statues too."

The War Doctor shuddered. "Hope not."

"…I could invite the Paternoster Gang." River was saying. "They're friends of mine."

Clara giggled. "They're funny." Then her phone rang. She sighed, getting up off the couch. "One moment."

River watched as she walked to the phone and picked it up.

"Hello? …Yes, he's here… They're here, yes… Really? You're sure you looked everywhere? Okay, I'll tell them." She walked to the TARDIS and opened the door, yelling inside: "Doctor! UNIT says that Kate Stewart is missing!"