Kayla was walking back into the control room with a tray of teas for all three of them. Clara was sitting on the steps to the console, with simply looks of astonishment. Meanwhile, the Doctor lent against the console, his face very solemn and pale from the hour of fighting and bickering with Clara. Kayla handed each cup out and sat down next to Clara.
"Okay, what brings you back to the TARDIS?" Clara asked, turning towards Kayla. Kayla smiled a very cheeky smile, and sipped on her tea. "Well?" Clara pressed.
"You could say it involves a man…" Kayla replied, setting her tea on the top step. Out of her pocket, she produced a map and a thick writing book, which had pages falling out of it. The Doctor raised an eyebrow as his daughter pulled photo after photo out of the book. Each photo was the same man but in different eras.
"Who is this man?" Clara asked while looking over each photo at a glance.
"The mighty Blackadder. In this drawing," Kayla picks up the oldest-looking drawing, "He's known as Prince Edmund, Duke of Edinburgh. In this drawing, he is a manservant to Queen Elizabeth I, known as Lord Edmund Blackadder. In this drawing he's Edmund Blackadder, butler to Prince George." Kayla picks up an old photograph, "This is Captain Edmund Blackadder; he served during the First World War. And this gentleman is Professor Edmund Blackadder." Kayla shows Clara the most recent photo, "The Professor is currently teaching at Oxford University, and is my tutor…"
The Doctor looked over in disbelief. "I've met Queen Elizabeth I, and I've never seen this bloke!"
"Yeah, I know, you got married to her." Kayla casually replied, "Now, the thing is, I've asked the Professor about these other gentlemen and he said that they are his ancestors."
"Yeah, case solved. Right, Doctor?" Clara asked, looking for a reply but The Doctor had no response to give her.
Kayla continued, "But the interesting thing is: each Blackadder died before having any children. So my question is: How is this possible? That's why I wrote the letter to The Doctor."
"How many others know about this?" The Doctor asked. He had gone as white as a sheet.
"Apart from us: two. Jack and a person who shall remain anonymous, that's all." Kayla replied, "All I can say is the anonymous person put me onto this case, they got me into Oxford in the first place."
"Why are you so intrigued by this Blackadder guy?" Clara questioned.
"As I said before: Each 'version' of the Blackadder died before having any kids. How is it possible to have this 'Blackadder' dynasty, when none of them had children?" Kayla impatiently replied, "That's why I need your help to find out the truth once and for all."
Everyone sat silently in the console room, awaiting for someone or something to break the silence. The humming of the TARDIS kept everyone sane for mere moments before…CRASH!
The Doctor jumped up and madly danced around the console trying to define where and when they had crashed. Kayla tried to hide a smirk but both The Doctor and Clara noticed.
"What did you do to my TARDIS?" The Doctor asked, his voice raised an octave, meaning that he wasn't impressed.
"Telepathy." Kayla stated, a smile spread across her face.
"What do you mean 'telepathy'? Doctor what does she mean by 'telepathy'?" Clara babbled. She was so confused she didn't know what to do.
"Oh clever!" The Doctor said sarcastically, "You thought where you want the TARDIS to take you and she did. YOU COULD HAVE KILLED US!"
"Oh, shush Doctor," Kayla rolled her eyes, "No harm done. I believe we have reached our destination." She ran to the wardrobe and pulled out some clothing that suited people of the court during the 15th century. Kayla threw a dress at Clara, and some pompous clothing at the Doctor.
"Better get changed, or we may get prosecuted for indecent clothing." Kayla muttered, "Time to meet Prince Edmund."