Martha walked back inside their room and quietly crawled back into bed.
She pulled the covers over her head and quickly fell asleep again.
A few minutes later a strange mumbling caused Clara to stir.
She groaned softly and raised her head from the pillow.
Clara glanced at Martha who was still asleep.
She pulled on her robe then got out of bed; the floor was cold but she chose not to wear her slippers.
Clara went to the window and was surprised to see the Doctor at the firing range.
Curious she opened the window and hopped down onto the cool wet grass.
She crept behind a tree and blushed when she realized he was in his pajamas.
She watched him as he slowly passed by each gun.
"Humans so obsessed with violence." He mumbled shaking his head.
He then looked around to see if there was anyone there; Clara ducked to make sure he didn't see her.
Clara saw him pull something short and shiny out of his pajama shirt pocket.
"What's he doing?" She wondered.
He then proceeded to aim the device at each gun and a tiny blue light shone and made a zapping noise causing sparks on each weapon.
She covered her mouth to muffle the sound of her yelps.
Then the Doctor smiled and put the sonic screwdriver back in his pocket and casually strolled back inside whistling.
Clara shook her head confused and snuck back inside wondering what he was using that thing for.
The next morning Clara was carrying a basket of laundry and spotted the Doctor, again at the firing range preparing the students for target practice.
She hated guns and was disappointed to see the Doctor helping the boys with their guns.
Clara knew she should leave but she was curious to see what he had done to the guns.
She crept closer and watched as each boy tried to fire their gun only to hear a clicking sound instead.
"Hey, my gun's jammed!" One boy frowned.
"So's mine!" Another said.
Soon each boy complained to the Doctor that their gun wasn't working.
Mr. Rocastle came out of the building and frowned. "What's wrong?"
"Apparently sir, the student's guns aren't working." The Doctor innocently replied.
Clara quickly realized what the Doctor had done and smiled.
The Doctor showed Mr. Rocastle the non working weapon.
"Damn these old guns! I knew this would happen." He said shaking his head.
"I'm terribly sorry, sir." The Doctor replied restraining a smirk.
He waved his hand. "Not your fault. These things happen."
The Doctor nodded.
Mr. Rocastle sighed. "Well, the students are dismissed. I'm going to notify the board about getting new guns."
"Yes, sir." The Doctor replied.
He watched the headmaster leave as the students returned to their rooms.
As soon as they were gone the Doctor chuckled and grinned.
He started walking away but Clara stopped him.
"Mr. Smith?" She said.
He cleared his throat. "Um, yes Miss Oswald?"
Clara smiled. "I saw you last night. I know what you did to those guns with that gadget."
The Doctor blushed. "Oh, you did, huh?"
Clara nodded. "Yes, can I ask why?"
He shrugged. "Simple, I don't like guns."
"I should report you." Clara said firmly.
He nodded. "Okay, go on then."
She smirked and came closer. "But I won't."
"Why?" The Doctor asked.
"Because I hate guns and I like what you just did." She stood on tip-toes and kissed him on the cheek.
The Doctor's eyes widen and his face turned red.
"You're a sweet man, Mr. Smith. I think there should be more men like you." Clara smiled walking away.
"Thanks!" He squeaked.
The Doctor stood there a few minutes touching his cheek before Martha's voice startled him.
"Hey, you ready?" She asked.
He nodded but looked dazed.
"Are you sure?" Martha asked.
"Hmm?"
"Doctor, are you alright?" She said.
He snapped himself back to reality.
"Yeah, let's go." The Doctor replied.
They ended up near the woods.
"I think the sound came from here but I'm not sure."
"Well, it's a good place to start." The Doctor said.
"How do we know that we found them?" Martha said.
"The pilot fish are huge. They should be easy to spot." He replied.
She frowned. "Then where are they? Their ship crashed they should be around here."
"I know that." He replied annoyed.
"Well, what do they look like?" Martha sighed.
"When I saw them they were robot Santas." The Doctor said.
"What, we're looking for robots dressed like Santa?" She said.
He gave her a look. "No, we're looking for robots without the disguise."
'Why wouldn't they have a disguise?" She asked.
"Because they don't have one, yet but we need to find them before they become active again."
Martha shook her head. "Doctor I don't see anything. Maybe we should try somewhere else."
The Doctor looked down at the ground and noticed a deep trail of footprints, larger than a human's across the mud.
A look of panic spread across his face and he started mumbling. "Oh, no, no, no."
She grabbed his arm. "What do you mean oh, no?"
"I have a feeling we're too late." He replied.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
The Doctor pointed at the ground.
Martha knelt at the trail he was pointing at.
She swallowed and looked up at him.
"That's the pilot fishes footprints isn't it?"
"Yeah." He replied.
"They're moving, which means..." She started to say.
The Doctor nodded. "They've found a disguise."
He then grabbed her hand. "Come on, we need to get the TARDIS, now!"