Chapter Five
"I really thought this was a joke. I truly did. Or maybe this is a horrible dream? This is a horrible dream, right, Doctor? I drank some bad milk from the TARDIS' kitchen or something?" Clara continued to make excuses of why she was on the Television. Because she just couldn't understand why, and neither could the Doctor. "I bumped my head on the console. I passed out from lack of air. I actually ate one of my soufflés. I-"
"STOP IT," the Doctor interrupted, without even turning away from the screen. "What are you guys doing in there?" Kitty rushed in and dropped the coffee mug in her hand, causing the hot liquid to spill all over the already stained rug. "I gave you one rule! Why would you even try to turn on the TV? This is your life we are talking about!" Kitty stole the controller out of Clara hands and checked the listing. "Oh, of course. Of course today there had to be a Doctor Who marathon on," Kitty angrily mumbled just loud enough for the Doctor to hear as she turned off the box. "So this wasn't a joke? It can't be. I just saw Clara fighting off Wi-Fi monsters, and that really happened. But here…that's just fiction. It's just a story that came from someone's dreams. We are just a story that came from someone's dreams."
"You said yourself, Doctor. 'We are all stories in the end. Just make it a good one." Kitty was pale, and scared looking. "But this isn't the end," the Doctor shouted, causing Clara to pull her arms close to her body, "This story isn't done yet! But it seems that here, it never even started." The tears that Kitty was holding in began to stream down her face, trying to wash out that day's events. Clara stood up and hugged Kitty, whispering words into her ear as she calmed the little girl down. Kitty nodded, sniffled, and stated, "I'm going to get you guys home. You don't belong here."