Good morning! Or good night for all of you night owls! :-) I know this is a little late to be posting a new chapter but I've just had the busiest day today! But I didn't want to keep all of you waiting so... here it is! Chapter 7! Enjoy!

"No. No. NO!" the Doctor cried at the camera, flinging his arms in the air angrily. "I'm telling you my TARDIS can outrun any of your newly-discovered time-traveling ships! I don't care how advanced they are to today's world!"

"OK. FIRST YOU CALL IT A 'MOBILE PHONE'…" Dylan's voice came through, "NOW YOU'RE CALLING IT A 'TARDIS'. WHAT THE HELL IS IT?"

"Specifically, yes, she's called the 'TARDIS'. Time And Relative Dimension In Space. The biggest spaceship in the… galaxy. To really understand how big she is, imagine the biggest spaceship you've ever seen." He gave the two boys a few seconds to think about it before saying, "You got it?"

"YES," Dylan was the first to reply.

"YES," Terrance followed.

"Well forget it," the Doctor snapped. "That's how big she is."

He could hear the boys curse under their breath and imagined their eyes widening in surprise and amazement. That made him smile a little. It surprised even him how many people he could impress.

"WHAT DOES THIS 'TARDIS' LOOK LIKE?" Terrance asked.

"A police box," the Doctor said without hesitation, jamming his hands in his pockets coolly.

Clara, who stood patiently behind the Doctor, shook her head and rolled her eyes. What an idiot he can be! she said in her head. She kept her head firmly down against the palm of her hand as she heard Terrance ask, "BUT… YOU JUST SAID IT WAS THE BIGGEST SPACESHIP IN THE GALAXY. AND, FROM WHAT I RECALL, A POLICE BOX BACK THEN WAS RATHER…. SMALL. SO, HOW COULD IT BE BOTH BIG AND SMALL AT THE SAME TIME?"

"It's bigger on the inside and smaller on the outside," Clara said, still keeping her head down as she tried to keep a headache from coming on. In the past two minutes, the Doctor had managed to talk about everything and anything with Terrance and Dylan. From technology to history and, now, to time-traveling. Her brain was really starting to get fried by all of this complicated information.

"WHAT?" Terrance asked, obviously confused.

"I DON'T GET IT," Dylan added.

"Ah, I'll have to introduce you all to her sometime. Quite a sight to see!" the Doctor said.

Clara rubbed her temples and moaned a little. She couldn't wait to get out of this game and sit in a nice warm bubble bath, erasing all memory of this place as best as she could.

Suddenly, she heard a girl voice call out, "HEY." Tammi. Thank God! Clara thought as she lifted her head up and jogged over to the Doctor's side. "Hey, Tammi!" she exclaimed, a bright smile plastered on her face. "So what's up?"

"WELL…" Tammi began hesitantly. Just that one word and its delivery sent a gut-wrenching inside Clara's stomach. Her smile dropped as well as any hope that was in her eyes. "I'VE JUST GOTTEN A MESSAGE BACK FROM MRS. RATFIELD. AND… SHE SAYS THAT THERE'S NOTHING WRONG WITH THE GAME. ALL SHE'S DOING IS ADDING MORE CHANGES. SHE USUALLY ALERTS US TO MESSAGE THE OTHERS WHEN SHE'S DOING THIS,… BUT SHE SAYS SHE FORGOT. BELIEVE ME… SHE TAKES FULL REPONSIBILITY FOR THE PEOPLE FREEZING UP."

"Right," the Doctor muttered under his breath. Clara caught on to it and took a quick look at him. His eyes were glued to the lens. No emotion was evident on his face. His lips were tightly pursed together. He was thinking. Hard.

"Ok," Clara began, hesitating herself. "That's… one problem solved. But... What about us?"

For a long while, Tammi didn't reply. That made Clara nervous. Extremely nervous. So nervous she had to hold on to the Doctor's arm for support. He didn't react or move. He just stood there, frozen himself.

A deep and loud sigh came through, followed by, "THAT'S THE THING. UM…. I DON'T KNOW HOW TO SAY THIS GENTLY, SO… I'LL JUST SAY IT…. MRS. RATFIELD WANTS ME TO DELETE YOU BOTH."

Clara gasped.

WHAT?! HOW?! WHY?!

She didn't notice how tight her grip had gotten within the last two seconds. But the Doctor never said anything. He just stared on blankly.

"I'M… I'M SORRY," Tammi tried, her voice cracking just a little. "I… I DON'T WANT TO DELETE YOU. I DON'T. I KNOW YOU DON'T HAVE ANYTHING TO DO WITH ALL OF THIS. I KNOW YOU'RE NOT LYING."

"I know," the Doctor finally got out, sounding rather cold and harsh. "But I believe you should be less concerned about us, and more concerned about Mrs. Ratfield. It's obvious that she's the one who's lying."

"What?" Clara found herself saying, trying to look straight into the Doctor's eyes to make sure he was serious.

"WHAT?" Tammi asked, equally confused as Clara.

"Mrs. Ratfield. I take it she's the head of 'MyAlternative'. Correct?" the Doctor went on.

"THAT'S RIGHT," Tammi said. "SHE'S THE CREATOR."

"And as the creator it's her job to, as you would say, 'update the game' with all the latest gadgets and sights and ideas that have popped into her head."

"YES."

"But before she does this, she must message you, Terrance, and Dylan to alert the other players and make sure they are logged off while these changes are taking place. Correct?"

"YES."

"She's never forgotten to message you before. Never. True?"

Tammi hesitated for a second, but finally got back on track. "YES."

"So tell me this…" the Doctor started, slowly making his way toward the camera. Clara freed his arm from her grasp and watched him with wondering eyes. "Why would she forget now?"

Wow, Clara thought. It made sense but, then, it didn't make sense at the same time. Then again, only the Doctor could figure out the whole story. The trouble was… was he right?

"YOU DON'T SEEM TO UNDERSTAND HOW BUSY MRS. RATFIELD IS," Terrance tried to explain. "SHE HAS MEETINGS IN THE REAL WORLD THAT SHE MUST ATTEND. PARTIES WHERE SHE MUST SHAKE HANDS AND TALK BUSINESS. PAPERS WITH OTHER COMPANIES THAT SHE MUST SIGN TO GET THE FUNDING FOR THE GAME. ALL OF THAT PLUS CHECKING UP ON THE GAME AND US TO MAKE SURE EVERYTHING IS RUNNING SMOOTHLY. IT CAN TAKE IT'S TOLL."

"But Mrs. Ratfield is smart," the Doctor counteracted, not giving up for one second. "Smart enough to juggle all of that and then some. She's never forgotten before. NEVER. So why now? WHY NOW?! It's quite obvious that she's hiding something."

"NOW WAIT A MINUTE…" Tammi broke in defensively.

"Doctor, please…" Clara whispered, taking small steps towards him. She didn't want another conflict to arise. Especially since they were so close to death already.

"No. Really. Think about it," he went on, not looking away for anything. "The most highly-praised woman in the world and in the game FORGET to simply send a small, one-paragraph message to her three little secretaries? Highly unlikely. It's obvious that she's connected to all of this. Somehow. Someway. She's connected…."

"STOP! STOP RIGHT NOW!" Tammi bellowed. It was evident that either Dylan or Terrance was trying to calm her down because then she began yelling, "NO! NO! I WILL NOT CALM DOWN! HE IS DISRESPECTING OUR BOSS, THE CREATOR OF THE MOST POPULAR GAME IN THE WORLD TODAY, FOR GOD'S SAKE! SO, NO! I WILL NOT CALM DOWN! LOOK, IT IS ONE THING TO POINT OUT THAT SOMETHING IS WRONG. BUT CONNECTING SOMEONE LIKE MRS. RATFIELD TO IT ALL IS TAKING IT UP TO A WHOLE OTHER LEVEL! YOU KNOW WHAT? MAYBE I SHOULD DELETE YOU BOTH. RIGHT HERE. RIGHT…."

"HELP! PLEASE HELP! PLEASE!"

The Doctor and Clara snapped their heads towards the desperate voice. Up ahead, running along the street, came a boy who looked to be dressed in all white with a pink windbreaker tied around his neck. As he got closer, more and more features became present. He had a young face, short blonde hair, light-green eyes, and a well-built figure. The Doctor and Clara looked at each other, both confused and amazed. Right then and there, they went with there instincts and ran towards the boy. The camera moved with them, closing in on the strange sight.

"Hey!" the Doctor called out just as they were growing closer and closer to the boy. "Hey! Hey! Hey!"

He finally caught the boy as he collapsed to the ground, sucking in as much air as he could as he let his bones rest. Clara gently laid her hands on the boy as she asked him, "Are you ok? What's wrong?"

"My friends," the boy tried to say in between gasps. "We were… having… Barbie… then, they just… stopped… they were frozen… I tried… to get help…. But… everyone on…. Block was…. Frozen. Everyone."

The Doctor and Clara looked up at one another in amazement. How was this possible? How?!

But... wasn't everyone in the game supposed to be frozen...? Hmm... Questions. Questions. Please review and keep following me on this amazing mystery. And be sure to keep an eye out for an all new "Doctor Who" story! COMING SOON! ;-)