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Henry VIII was still shocked and horrified from his experiences in the bedchamber earlier on in the evening. He was now barricaded in a large hall and heavily guarded by at least twenty men, because desperate times called for desperate measures.
"Where is my wife? Where is Lady Anne?" Henry screamed at his advisors. "I must see her! I must be comforted!"
A man dressed in black and white robes stepped forwards and cleared his throat importantly. "It seems she has disappeared. We have not been able to find her, Your Majesty," he said smoothly.
Henry looked enraged. "Well she cannot have gone far, FIND HER!"
"Yes, Your Majesty," the advisors said together, and they quickly dispersed. A messenger suddenly entered the hall and bowed before the King.
"What do you want?" Henry said tiredly, resting his knuckles on his temple and sighing.
"Your, your Majesty, there are intruders in the palace. Two of them," the messenger said efficiently, taking off his feather hat and waiting nervously for a reply.
Henry sat up in his throne. "Not the same two intruders I ordered to be executed?" he asked, obviously astounded that they had escaped.
The messenger nodded grimly. "It would seem so, Your Majesty…"
Henry sat and thought for a moment. He then waved the messenger away, who scurried back through the door.
"Guards! I dismiss you from your posts here. Search the palace for two intruders, and when you find them, kill them immediately."
And at once the line of guards patrolling the hall marched out of the room.
The Doctor mounted a carpeted flight of stairs. On the landing above a large, stained glass window was erected into the panelled wall, sending a shaft of brilliant moonlight onto the Time Lord's face and cooling his senses.
Then the Doctor realised it wasn't moonlight. It was mist.
"So here you are," he said slowly, allowing the curious fog to swim around him. "What is your name?"
There was silence. Then, out of nowhere, a grey shape with piercing blue eyes exploded into view, hovering above the Doctor and screaming deafeningly.
"WHAT IS YOUR NAME?" the Doctor yelled, glaring up at the manifestation.
Help me! The ghostly shape breathed as it drifted closer to the Time Lord.
"WHAT IS YOUR NAME? WHY DO YOU NEED HELP?" the Doctor bellowed, but the manifestation continued to scream and cry shrilly.
"WHO ARE YOU?" the Doctor asked again, gazing up at the shape as it floated even closer towards him.
I am trapped! I am trapped between the living and the dead! There is no way out!
"Are you a CORPSEATHER? Have you been evicted from your worldly body?" the Doctor said, and the intense screams of the Grey Lady subsided a little, but by no means completely.
You understand of what I speak? You understand of my imprisonment in this half-world?
"Yes!" the Doctor replied, rotating on the spot to follow the movements of the Grey Lady. "Now who are you?"
I am the Grey Lady. I have no official title in this half-world.
"And your soul has been dislodged from its body? Has another taken over your body and cast aside your soul?" the Doctor asked urgently.
Yes. There was an entity that broke into my body and forced out my soul. I have seen it at work, controlling my eyes and controlling my movements, and I have tried to return to my body, but I cannot.
The Doctor thought for a moment before replying. "It must be here. Your body must be here, otherwise why would you be here?"
Yes, my body is here, in its possessed state. But I cannot bear to see it anymore. It is being controlled by something else, and I cannot watch it be destroyed.
The Doctor jumped up and down on the stairs and gestured with his hands dramatically. "Then who are you? Who were you? Which body is being possessed by an outsider?"
The one they call Anne Boleyn.
The Doctor was speechless.
A group of armed men suddenly appeared at the bottom of the steps, and the ghost of the real Anne Boleyn vanished. A muscular man dressed in a beefeater's outfit strode forwards and yelled, "OPEN FIRE!"