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The Doctor quickly ran away before the curious stagehand, Captain Jack Harkness, came to find him. 'He's not even a real captain.' he mused, before sliding down a rope.

It was an accident, the set falling. Really, it was. He was leaning against the railing (in the shadows, can't have people seeing him) and his foot got stuck in a rope as he tried to get closer. One thing leads to another, which resulted in the set falling and him following its example and falling as well. He rubbed his arm, it really hurt.

In the distance, he heard one of the Ballerina's say his name, 'Hmm...Clara must be telling stories again." He thought. He loved Clara's stories, they always amused him and cheered him up on his dark days. His favorite is, of course, the one of the Dashing Adventurer and his beautiful companion. Every time she tells it he can just picture himself as the Adventurer and all he could do is picture her as his companion. Her big brown eyes, voice of the Angels, and hair of gold that he longed to run his hands through. Oh, if only. He sighed softly and set a royal blue envelop on the ground and ran away.

He quickly shook his head. Enough of those thoughts. She obviously likes this new guy. This "Dr. John Smith." If only there was a way he could...no. He will let her go. After all, if you truly love someone, you let them be happy. He will let her be happy with this man. Clara, no doubt, will find someone who loves her and they will go off and make babies, and he will rot away. It's what he deserves for being the monster, the phantom of a man he is. He is and will always be ugly, unloved, and alone. It didn't matter who came around as time passed by too slowly, in the end, they will only break his heart.

He sighed and went back to his underground home.

River watched from the shadow's as the Doctor ran away, before coming over and retrieving the envelope.

She opened it and scanned the letter inside.

"Sirs, instead of acting like brainless idiots, maybe you would like to see this note? It's from him!" She said, stepping out, interrupting the new managers sucking up to the pretty redhead soprano, who walked off in a huff with her husband following. Clara froze.

"Well, that is my cue to leave. Have fun gentlemen, if you need me, I'll be in London." Craig said with a smile and left the opera house forever.

The managers stood bewildered for a moment, before turning to the Dance instructor. "Ms. Song, who is this "him" you speak of?" Mr. Mott asked her curiously.

"Why, the Doctor of course." She replied smirking, then looked down at the letter. "He welcomes you to his beloved Tardis, and asks if you could please leave Box 5 empty? He enjoys watching the Opera from up there. He also wants to let you know his Salary is due."

"Wait, his salary?" Wilfred snatched the note away, "Who does he think he is? If he is a ghost as they say why would he need money? Why I ought to...!"

"Calm yourself, Wilf!" Brian said to him, then turned to River calmly, "How much?"

"Mr. Owens used to give him twenty thousand francs a month." A busty redhead answered for her. They turned to her, "Donna Noble. Your personal secretary." She flashed them a wide grin.

"Donna! You work here?" Wilf asked surprised.

"Yup, just hired last week! Let's hope it will stick and get mother off my back about not having a husband or money." She replied with a roll of her eyes, "But knowing her it would cause more grief that I even have to work in the first place."

"wait..wait...did you say "twenty thousand francs a month?" Brain asked, gaping slightly

"Maybe you can afford more with the Handsome Dr. Smith as your pardon." River smirked, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"I had hoped to make that announcement public tonight when Dr. Smith was to join us at the gala, but obviously we shall now have to cancel as it appears we have lost our star!" Wilf exclaimed, tearing up the note with a huff, upset that their first day on the job was failing

"There should be an understudy." Brain said slowly, his eyes moving to Neuf for confirmation.

"There is no understudy for Amelia Pond!" Neuf rolled his eyes, "Isn't that just fantastic?"

Clara looked at her golden-haired friend, to the torn blue paper of the envelope, and then up to the platforms above where she knew her friend was watching. 'I'm going to regret this later' she thought.

"Rose Tyler can sing it." She said, pushing her friend forward.