"What do you mean they're not there?" The Doctor panicked. Startled Roger shrugged. "J-just what I said, sir, nobody can find her or Jeremy."
The Doctor poked his head out the door and saw Nurse Redfern calmly standing by her station while Jeremy was in another classroom. He scowled at Roger. "Is this some kind of joke?" The Doctor warned. He shook his head nervously. 'No, sir, I swear they were gone a while ago."
The Doctor glanced back at Nurse Redfern who looked at him with no expression but something about her blank stare still bothered him. He sighed. "Okay, thank you." The Doctor smiled slightly at the young student.
"You're welcome Mr. Smith." Roger replied nodding and left.
He glanced back Martha. "What do we do?" She asked.
He sighed heavily. "We need to get to the TARDIS, tonight." She nodded then a horrible thought about Joan's fate made her turn pale. "You don't think" Her sentence trailed.
The Doctor rubbed the back of his head. "I really hope not but we'll also need Tim's help." He checked the clock. "I better go. You be safe, okay?"
Martha gave a small smile. "I will but I expect to see this ugly wool suit back with you in it in one piece, got it?" He chuckled. "Yes, mam."
She smirked and left the room to help Clara with the daily chores. Meanwhile Tim was hiding in the broom closet with his knees tucked under his chin.
He was missing classes but he didn't care; he was too terrified to speak. Too scared to even move. Tears streamed down his face as Joan's agonizing cries filled his head.
His telepathy was channeling her suffering. He was living her fear, her terror. It was too much to bear. Tim could hear her cries for help and pleas for the family to stop hurting her and let her go. He was so helpless and all he could was sit there and listen. Tim just wanted it to stop and prayed the Doctor or Martha would find him soon and help him.
Later the Doctor was heading back to his classroom after lunch when he spotted Clara marching towards Jeremy angrily.
"Oh, no, Clara!" He panicked. Realizing what she was going to do the Doctor dashed to her and pulled Clara away just in time to the hallway surprising her.
"What's that for?" She asked still slightly startled. "What are you doing?" He said. "Well, I was going to tell Jeremy off. He's been very rude to Martha and me and I won't stand for it anymore." Clara replied firmly.
The Doctor shook his head. "Please don't do that. Please Clara." He begged. She looked at him concerned. "What's wrong, has he said something to you, too?"
He took her hands into his. "No, just please stay away from him." He attempted to sound calm but knowing Clara almost got too close to the alien Jeremy made his voice shake slightly. "Why?" She asked softly.
The Doctor didn't know how to explain without giving himself away but he didn't want her near Jeremy or Joan either.
"John?" Clara whispered. Looking at those caring loving eyes he swallowed. He couldn't bear the thought of losing her."Do you trust me?" The Doctor asked softly.
She gently touched his cheek and smiled. "Of course I do."
"Then just stay away from Jeremy and Nurse Redfern, okay? Please Clara just, just trust me." He replied. She looked at him questionably. "John, what's"
The Doctor pressed her palm against his cheek. "Please Clara, Please." He begged closing his eyes.
She had never seen him like this and quickly assured him. "Alright, I promise." He relaxed and kissed her hand. "Thank you and I'll see you later, okay?"
Clara smiled. "I'd like that." He gave her a tender kiss before she walked away but he made sure she went in the opposite direction of Jeremy. Once she did that the Doctor sighed heavily and leaned against the wall wiping his eyes realizing the close call Clara almost had, too close, really. If he hadn't been there she would've been snatched by the family. The Doctor was now fearful for Clara's safety and he honestly didn't know what to do.
Meanwhile Martha was busy emptying the trash cans from all the boys' rooms when she heard faint whimpering. She paused and followed it to the broom closet in the hall. Pressing her ear against the door the soft crying was slightly louder. She lightly knocked on the door. "Hello?"
There was no answer so Martha opened the door and found Tim sitting there crying and rocking back and forth. "Tim?" She knelt beside him. "What's wrong?" She asked worried.
"Make it stop. Make it stop, please." He cried. Martha realized he must've had another vision and gently held him by the shoulders. "Make what stop? What did you see, Tim?" She asked softly.
He finally looked at her. His eyes red and glazed over with tears and sorrow. "She suffered. She's still suffering."
Martha stroked the back of his sweaty hair. "Who?" Tim swallowed. "N-nurse Redfern...the family, they just killed her. R-right in f-front of our eyes!"