The Doctor tried not to feel sad as he changed out of his battered old clothes into fresh ones. He barely even knew her. She was but a mere pawn in the long cycle of his life. But he couldn't completely suppress the lonely ache in his heart. He had been traveling alone for so long. It was such a nice change to find someone friendly. No. He needed to stop thinking about her.
He cleaned himself up, not knowing where his next destination would be. This prospect of new adventure excited him. He was looking forward to getting back into the swing of his old life. A life full of danger and risk. This was the type of life that suited him.
He felt the TARDIS land and grabbed his sonic screwdriver, heading for the door. He opened it, and stepped outside. Only to find himself right beside the train tracks in Bibury, England.

The Doctor stood, confused. Why was he here once again? He didn't need to come back here. He needed to go off somewhere to clear his head. Isn't that what he had told the TARDIS? Take me where I need to go? But the Doctor realized, fearfully, that this IS where he needed to go. There was something here that wasn't right. Something here needed to be fixed. He didn't know what, but his thoughts were instantly drawn back to Hailey/May's parents. He had recognized them. He should not recognize anyone from this time period. This was unnerving. Could they be shape shifters of some kind? Maybe he hadn't really recognized them at all. But he knew it was the best place to start.
He climbed up the hill and headed away from the train tracks, though the TARDIS had not landed on the actual tracks this time so he was not worried. He walked across the road to her house, pondering on this complex string of events. The house was dark. Sensible, he supposed, realizing that it was probably about half past eleven currently. He hadn't taken note of the time of day when he exited the TARDIS. Not knowing what to do, he came up to the front door and knocked.
Silence was his answer.
He knocked again.
Silence was his answer.
He knocked a third time.
This time, the force of his knocking caused the door to swing open. He wondered why it hadn't been locked. The lock had been damaged, he noticed almost immediately. This troubled him greatly. Stepping into the kitchen, he began to notice that the house was COMPLETELY empty. There was nothing there at all. The cabinets had all been stripped from the walls. The wood flooring was removed, even the light fixtures had been removed. The house looked like it was ready to be condemned. He wandered towards the staircase, trying to comprehend this mysterious house. But when he got to the staircase case, it looked like he had found the answer.
The staircase was blackened, covered with char. The Doctor didn't know if it was safe to stand on, it was so badly burnt. One touch on the damaged boards might cause them to crumble. He could see the burn pattern blazed into the wall. He carefully set one of his feet onto the first step, placing his weight on it. It groaned in response, but supported him. He carefully mounted each step, making it to the top of the staircase eventually. The burn marks streaked across the hallway, but interestingly enough, the walls were not burnt at all. Nothing was, just the floorboards. It wasn't right. The Doctor could tell that something was very, very wrong. Fire didn't behave like this normally. The amount of heat that it would have taken to damage the floors this badly should have destroyed the entire structure, but the building was still standing. This was not right. He rushed down the hallway to Hailey/May's room. He opened to door gingerly, preparing for the worst. He found it.
Her room was the only space of the house that had been completely burnt. The walls were charred, the glass on the back wall covered in soot and partially melted. The floor had been burned to the point of nothingness, leaving only a few stips of stable flooring to walk in. But to his relief, all he could smell was the sent of burnt wood and other minerals. There was no sent of a living creature's death here. Hailey/May had not died, at least not here. This comforted him. But only slightly.
Why had this happened? How had this happened? How is it possible that Hailey/May's room had been absolutely destroyed but the rest of the house was almost untouched? How is it possible that the fire had burned the floors but not the walls? How is it possible that the fire followed a direct path from the staircase into her room? He knew he was dealing with something unearthly here. Someone must have lit this fire, controlled it. But why? Why would someone want to destroy Hailey/May's room, possibly with her inside of it? Well the Doctor knew that the purpose was probably to destroy Hailey/May herself, rather than just her room. The idea of it made him angry. Furious even. He had to get to the source of this conflict. She had done so much to help him, out of the goodness of her heart. This was the least he could do. Make her world safe for her to live in.
He jumped across the room, leaping to each section of standable flooring nimbly. He made it out onto the balcony, which was still intact. It looked exactly like he remembered it, though he realized now that he had gone away from Bibury for more than a few minutes. He wasn't sure how long. It could have been decades, though he doubted that. He looked at the night sky. The stars were not as bright as they were the last time. They were merely dull balls of light now. He ran his hand over the balcony railing, lost in thought. He needed a sign. A signal. Anything.
And then he got one.
A star blinked, and something about it's reflection on the trellis of roses next to him bothered him. He stepped closer to ther roses. A tiny slip of paper was pinned under one of them. He moved the plant delicately out of the way.
"Check the storm cellar." It read.
He recognized that handwriting.
Spotting the entrance to the cellar near the back patio, he climbed down from the balcony and began sprinting across the yard.