Hello everyone!

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So here comes chapter 37, starting rewriting The Bells of Saint John. This is basically rewriting, setting up the new plot I found for this episode. Won't be much of an entertainment but it is necessary, so I still hope you will like it!

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Melody - x.

Chapter 37

Cumbria, 1207:

In a misty morning, overlooking the sea and shores of Cumbria, sitting up on the soft curve of a green hill was a monastery.

The muffled silence provided by the dense water floating in the atmosphere suddenly broke by loud thuds given on the huge wooden door by a young monk in his brown robe.

As no one was answering, he removed his hood and hammered on the heavy door once again.

Finally, the hatch opened and he said:

"Wake the Abbott! The Bells of Saint John are ringing!"

The monk on the other side of the door closed the hatch and made the young monk wait in the courtyard.

A few moments later, an old man came to him, a lesser old man at his side.

"We must go to him." said the elder one.

They took the direction of the cave, lighting their way with torches.

"They call him the Mad Monk, don't they?" asked the young monk.

"They shouldn't." the Abbott said. "He's definitely not a monk."

After walking a bit further, they entered a cave, lit with torches, candles and furnished with painting furniture, a chair, a bed, and shelves filled with books and scrolls.

Clearing his throat, the Abbott said:

"I'm sorry to intrude, but the Bells of Saint John are ringing."

The hooded figure, cloaked in a monk robe sat on a chair got up and walked up to the Abbott. Removing the hood from his face, the figure appearing to be the Doctor said:

"I'm going to need a horse."

And going to the end of the room, he walked past an oil painting he had made, representing a portrait of Clara in her governess style with her words.

The young monk looked at it closer.

"Is that her?" he asked to the Abbott.

"The woman twice dead." he answered, nodding. "And her final message. He has withdrawn to this place of peace and solitude that he might divine her meaning. If he truly is mad… Then this is his madness."

They both looked at the painting, reading Clara's last words:

Run you clever boy, and remember.

The Doctor, the young monk and the Abbott's second in command stopped their horses in the middle of a forest, the mist of Cumbria still hovering over the dead leaves on the ground in a ghostly veil.

The high-pitched ringing of an old, but still too recent for the time, fashioned phone was echoing against the trunks of the trees surrounding them. It was coming from the entry of a cave.

Looking briefly around to make sure no one followed them, the Doctor followed the young monk who was lighting their way inside.

A few steps below the ground level, they faced a big blue police box which phone unit was still ringing.

The Doctor looked at it, surprised.

"That is not supposed to happen!" he exclaimed, pointing the Tardis before walking up to it and opening the phone compartment. He awkwardly and excitingly smiled at the young monk behind him while pointing the phone before daring to lay a hand on it. He hesitated a few seconds but finally took the call, taking the phone to his ear. "Hello?"

"Oh! Hello!" exclaimed a girl, lifting her head up as she seemed to have been waiting for hours at her desk for someone to pick up the phone. "I can't find the Internet!"

"Sorry?"

"It's gone, the Internet." she said. "I can't find it anywhere, where is it?"

"The Internet?" asked the voice at the end of the line.

God that man seemed to be slow.

"Yes the Internet." she said with a sigh. She had been patient for hours to actually talk to someone from the helpline, this guy could at least show some seriousness in his work. "Why don't I have the Internet?"

"It's 1207!"

"I've got half past three." she retorted looking at her computer clock. "Am I phoning a different time zone?"

"Yeah, you really sort of are…"

"Will it show on the bill?"

"Oh I dread to think." the man mumbled. "Listen, where did you get this number?"

"The woman in the shop wrote it down, it's a helpline, isn't it? She said it's the best helpline out there." answered the young woman. "In the universe she said."

"What woman? Who was she?"

"I don't know, the woman in the shop." she shrugged. "So, why isn't there Internet? Shouldn't it sort of… be there?"

"Look, I'm not actually… It isn't…" the man stammered. He stopped and then suddenly asked: "You have clicked on the WiFi button haven't you?"

"Hang on, hum…" she said, searching on her computer screen for that WiFi button. "WiFi…"

"Click on the Wifi, you'll see a list of names. You see one you recognize." he said in an annoyed sigh.

She clicked on the Maitland family's WiFi.

"It's asking me for a password…"

As she said that, footsteps were heard climbing up the stairs:

"Is it okay if I go and see Nina? You can call her mum." asked a young black girl with curly hair.

"Sure!" she answered. "Hum, what's the password for the Internet?"

"RYCBAR123" the girl said before going.

"Hey! How am I supposed to remember that? Angie?" she asked, but it was too late, Angie was already off to see her friend. She came back to her desk and to the phone: "Hang on, just a mo… So. Run... You... Clever... Boy… And… Remember… 1… 2…" she said as she was typing the password.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" shouted the voice at the other end of the line, making her jump in surprise and type the number four instead of the three.

"Don't shout!" she scolded him by looking at the phone. "Now you've made me type it wrong, it has thrown me out again. What do I do? How I get back in?" she asked as she clicked again on the WiFi button. A new name appeared with unknown symbols that did not seemed to require a password. She clicked on it. "It's just er a thing to remember the password: "run you clever boy and remember. Hang on." she added as someone had started knocking on the door downstairs and ringing the bell at the same time without interruption.

That person must be exceedingly happy to come here, thought the young woman, but it was probably the children.

"Hello? Yes, I hear you!" she said, climbing down the stairs, her dark red dress floating over her thick black pantyhose. "Yep! Hello?" she said opening the door to a young man in a monk's robe, with messy hair and looking as if he was a child opening his Christmas presents.

"Clara… Clara Oswald." he said, panting.

"Hello." she said, looking at that weirdo.

"Clara Oswin Oswald!"

"Just Clara Oswald - what was the middle one?"

"Do you remember me?" he asked, more and more excited.

"No." Clara answered after looking at him. "Should I? Who are you?"

"The Doctor!" he said, stepping forward. He wanted to hug her as he was so happy to have found Clara again. "No? The Doctor?" he asked, looking at his reflection in the mirror on the wall next to the door, making sure he had not changed in a way she could not recognize him.

"Doctor who?"

"No, just the Doctor." he said, before looking at himself again, thinking he was still handsome, even with this outfit. "Actually, sorry, could you start all that again?"

"Could I what?"

"Could you ask me that question again?"

"Doctor who?" she said.

A big smile crossed his face.

"Okay, just once more."

"Doctor who?"

"Oooh, yeah, oooh." he said, enjoying hearing the question again. "Do you know, I never realised how much I enjoy hearing that said out loud. Thank you."

"Okay." and she slammed the door right in his face.

"Clara? No Clara please I need to talk to you! Clara!"

The young woman sat on the stairs facing the door and looked at the shape of the Doctor still visible through the thick glass. A smile came across her lips, making her brown eyes sparkle, a green hint shimmering in the light.

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