The Doctor sat on his desk fiddling with his sonic screwdriver as he waited in his room for Martha and Tim when they came in Tim was a mess. His clothes disarray and his eyes red from crying.
"Here he is, Doctor." Martha said walking in with him.
"Tim heard you're having a rough day." The Doctor said hopping down from his desk. He nodded wiping his eyes sniffing.
The Doctor noticed he was sweaty and glanced at Martha. "Why's he sweaty?" She sighed. "Poor thing was hiding in the broom closet."
"Oh, don't do that Tim. It's too hot in the broom closet. Next time hide in the headmaster's closet, its way cooler" He advised. Martha lightly slapped his arm. "Doctor!" She hissed. "What?" He replied innocently. She just rolled her eyes.
Tim wiped his eyes with the back of his hand sighing heavily. "I'm sorry I should've come to you sooner but I was scared."
The Doctor placed his hands on his shoulders meeting his eyes. "It's okay sometimes fear is good. It lets us know if something's wrong. But don't fight the visions it'll only make it worse."
He nodded again and gave a weak smile.
"You ready to let me see?" The Doctor asked. "Yes." Tim replied his voice shaking a little.
He gave him a reassuring smile before placing his fingertips on Tim's temples. "On the count of three." The Doctor counted. "One, two, three!" They both closed their eyes and flashes of Tim's vision entered the Doctor's mind.
The Doctor saw Joan getting hypnotized and lured into a greenish ship and slowly and silently being tortured. She just sat there motionless desperate to scream but unable to with only her pleading eyes expressing the agony and terror she was going through. The Family's cruel laughter echoed in his mind angering the Doctor. He had seen enough and broke the link.
"What happened?" Martha asked concerned. He turned away slamming his hand on the desk frustrated. "They took her in broad daylight and killed her while she was still in a trance." Martha gasped in shock. "My god." She may not have liked Joan but no one deserved to die like that.
He shook his head. "Damn it, they're getting ruthless! Now it's more than just getting me, they're bored so there hunting and killing for the fun of it." He said grimly.
Tim lowered his eyes ashamed. "It's my fault. She'd be alive if weren't for me." The Doctor looked at him and gently grabbed his forearms. "Listen to me it's not your fault. You've been a big help to us."
Tim glanced up at him with regret. "Then why is Nurse Redfern dead?"
The Doctor sighed. "Because the family's getting tricky but we're going to get trickier." "How?" He asked. "Tonight we're going to the TARDIS," The Doctor replied simply. "Hopefully, we can figure out what is going on."
That night Clara was awaken by a noise coming from the Doctor's room. It sounded like a window. Curious, she got up went inside his room and discovered he was gone and his window was opened. Clara sighed she couldn't believe he was out there. "Oh, no, not again." She muttered. She had had it. Clara needed to know where he was going and decided to follow him.
Clara carefully hopped out the window and carefully walked through the dark field. It was hard to see she now regretted not bringing a lantern. Finally she spotted something; something big and blue she paused and squinted as she walked closer. It looked like a box.
Clara frowned studying it. "Where did this come from?" She touched it and it hummed startling her. "Did this just hum," She thought. "No, of course not. That's silly." Clara crept towards it again and it just hummed louder.
She was now getting scared and decided to go. She turned to leave when she heard the door open. Panicking Clara hid beside the box. She then heard Martha's, Tim's and the Doctor's voices. "What are they doing here?" She wondered.
"I don't believe it! It can't be right," Tim exclaimed. "Those things are just straw?"
"That's what it said." The Doctor said. "Maybe the TARDIS is wrong?" Martha shrugged. He shot her a look. "I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that." "But what about Nurse Redfern and Jeremy, Doctor?" Tim asked worried.
"Doctor? Why is he calling John, Doctor?" Clara frowned.
"All we can do is just keep an eye on them...and pray they don't kill, again" He sighed leaning against the TARDIS door. Martha noticed he looked bothered. "What's wrong?"
"I can't do it anymore, I can't." The Doctor shook his head and glanced at her. "I'm going to tell Clara the truth."
"Are you sure you want to do that?" Tim asked. He nodded. "This lying isn't worth it. I mean this is getting too dangerous…I'd die if anything happen to her."
"Lying, dangerous," Clara muttered. "What's he talking about?"
The idea of him actually lying to her bothered her a lot. She was tempted to emerge from her hiding spot and confront him but instead remained where she was and continued to listen.
"Can you handle her reaction if you tell her?" Martha asked.
The Doctor scoffed. "Of course not but I'd rather have her hate me and be safe than…than the alternative," He said the last part reluctantly. "Right now I'm more concerned about keeping her safe."
Martha sighed patting his shoulder. "Okay, Doctor just be prepared for her reaction." He nodded rubbing his eyes and they started walking back.
Clara stay behind completely confused. What was John hiding? What did he mean by all that? She had to find out. As soon as they were gone she started back to the school.
After making sure Tim and Martha were back safely in their rooms the Doctor went back into his room through the window, feeling tired he started dusting off any dirt from his clothes when he heard Clara behind him clearing her throat. He quickly spun around surprised.
"Clara, hi!" He smiled.
But she didn't smile back just stood there with her arms folded. Her eyes were suspicious and hurt. The Doctor had a sick feeling something was wrong.
"Um, what is it?" He asked carefully. Clara held up his sonic screwdriver and his heart dropped.
"Why don't you tell me, Doctor?" She scoffed.