The Doctor was waiting for me outside like he said he'd be. I noticed that he didn't have the begonia anymore and idly wondered where it'd gotten to. The temperature had dropped at least ten degrees and the unexpected cold slapped me in the face. The light was dim, the sun threatening to set within the hour. I'd better hurry if I was going to find anything before it got dark. "God, it's freezing out here," I complained, my breath billowing away. The Doctor just smiled. I noticed his breath wasn't freezing. He didn't look bothered by the cold at all, in fact. Lucky.

"Perhaps if you wore warmer clothes…" The Doctor wrinkled his nose at me disapprovingly. "How do you manage by yourself?"

"Barely," I sighed, hunkering down into my jacket. "C'mon, let's go."

"Wait." The Doctor caught my arm as I passed. "Where are you going?"

"Uh...to the lot?"

"You can take the long way, if you wish, in the cold and the dark. Or…" He paused, and I could've sworn he grinned mischievously. "Let me take you there."

"And how are you planning on doing that?" I eyed him warily.

"Like this." The Doctor wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me tight against him. I yelped in surprise, struggling to get free.

"Wh-what're you doing?" I gasped, feeling my face burn red.

"Hold still." The Doctor's voice was muffled, coming from somewhere around my collar bone. He was ridiculously short for a faerie. "If the teleportation process goes wrong you could lose a limb. Or your head."

"What?"

"Be quiet. I am trying to concentrate." The world around us blurred, the street fading away. I felt like was floating in limbo. At least until reality snapped back into place and left me staggered. The Doctor relaxed his grip and I promptly fell down on the cold, packed earth of the empty lot, feeling very sick to my stomach.

"Ugh," I groaned, holding my head in my hands and trying to get everything to stop spinning. "Let's not do that again."

"The process is a bit rough on mortals, I'll admit," the Doctor said apologetically, holding out a hand. I took it hesitantly and he pulled me to my feet. "But it saved time."

"Yeah, no kidding." I wobbled slightly and the Doctor grabbed my arm. I shook my head, trying to clear it. "Thanks. All right. Let's go take a poke around." The lot was just as empty as it had been two days ago, and I didn't have high hopes of finding anything. To make matters worse, the sun was setting, the light growing progressively dimmer by the minute. "I'll take this side, yeah?"

The Doctor dipped his head and headed towards the other side of the lot. It wasn't very big, maybe only a half-acre or so. I scanned the ground, looking for anything out of the ordinary. I passed a black stain on the ground and guessed that was where the Doctor had killed the demon. The air around the stain had a greasy feeling to it and I shuddered, turning away. I didn't want to remember the demon attack anymore than I had to.

"You find anything?" I called about after a half-hour of searching. It was almost completely dark by now and I couldn't make out the details of the ground anymore. The Doctor might've been having better luck. He could probably see in the dark for all I knew.

"No," came his reply, and I sighed in frustration.

"Great. It's getting too late, Doctor. We have to leave. Not by teleportation," I added quickly. I moved over to the gap in the fence and squeezed through, waiting for the Doctor to come out. A sudden bright flash of light went off nearby, practically blinding me. "Wh…" I blinked, trying to clear my vision. I saw a shape drop down from the fence about ten feet away from me. I couldn't make out the person's face through all the spots floating in front of my eyes, but I did notice one thing.

A camera. One of those old-fashioned ones, one that wouldn't be as affected by magic. Smart. Whoever the person was, they'd been taking pictures of us. There was no way that was good news. "Hey!" I shouted, moving towards the person. They took off running and I gritted my teeth in annoyance. Damn it, I was going to have to chase them down, wasn't I? Great.

I ran after them. Now, I'm hardly in the greatest shape, but I can run pretty fast when I want to. Which, admittedly, is pretty rarely, but the point still stands. I caught up to them pretty quickly and move to tackle them to the ground, praying I wouldn't just fall flat on my face. My luck actually held for once and they went down heavily.

"Get off!" A hand shoved at me. The picture taker was a man, probably a couple years younger than me, and remarkably average looking. "Let me go!"

"Sorry, no can do," I panted, out of breath from the chase. "What's up with the pictures?"

"I'm not telling you." The man glared at me, clutching the camera. It had broken during the fall and he glared at me angrily. "You ruined it! Sabbath'll kill me!" His eyes widened suddenly, panicked that he'd let something slip. "Damn it."

"Sabbath? Are you serious?" What was it with baddies and mysterious names? "Okay, look-" I didn't get a chance to finish my sentence. The man moved suddenly, punching me square in the face. The blow didn't break anything, but it did hurt enough to make me reel back. The man seized his chance and clambered to his feet, bolting away.

I sat there on the sidewalk, feeling pretty stupid. Some detective I am. The Doctor appeared a few seconds later. It was too dark to see anything by now, but I could recognize him by the smell of sandalwood.

"What happened?" He helped me to my feet again I sighed.

"I lost our only lead, that's what."

"Are you all right?"

"Yeah." I ran a hand over my face. No blood, but there'd probably be a nasty bruise there tomorrow. "Yeah. Guy dropped a name, though. Sabbath. You ever hear it before?" There was a long silence, long enough to make me think the Doctor had left. "Doctor?"

"No." His voice sounded right next to my ear and I jumped slightly. I hadn't heard him move at all.

"Fab. Back to square one, then." I yawned, suddenly exhausted. "Ugh. I need to sleep."

"Very well."

"Wait, not like that!" I spoke too late. The Doctor had already grabbed me and the street was spinning. My apartment came into view and I flopped down on the bed, feeling miserable. "Ugh. Teleportation sucks," I muttered into a pillow. I heard the Doctor chuckle and lifted my head to glare at him. "I don't like you anymore," I said sourly.

"Don't lie." The Doctor bent over me, eyes glowing in the darkness of the room. "Go to sleep."

"I will, just as soon as you leave."

"All right then." The Doctor stood back up, smiling slightly. He wandered over to the window and opened it, sparing me a glance before he jumped outside. The window slammed shut behind him. I pulled a blanket over me, too tired and cold to change out of my clothes. I was getting nowhere with this investigation. All I had was a name.

Sabbath. Whoever they were, I had a feeling they were bad news.