"Was that real?" Clara wondered still holding the door knob. She couldn't get over it; the chillness and nothingness in Nurse Redfern's eyes was so haunting, so surreal...like a she wasn't even there almost like a shell and her behavior was just as odd. She quickly shook her head dismissing the thoughts. "Calm yourself. It was probably nothing." Clara told herself. She had to try to make herself forget and decided to clean another classroom or maybe start on the dishes but as soon as she turned around she was greeted by Jeremy's evil grin, startling her.
"Master Baines, you scared me." She gasped. He grinned menacingly at her and inhaled through his nose just like Nurse Redfern. Clara swallowed nervously. "Have a cold, sir?" He just cocked his head at her and stared with blank glassy eyes. "No," he sneered. "Just wondering what was happening between you and Mr. Smith."
She frowned. How did he know about that? "What do you mean?" She said suspiciously.
He smirked. "Just noticed you haven't been speaking to him, lately, is something wrong? Why don't you tell me about it?" Clara shook her head in denial. "Nothing is going on between us," She replied firmly. "Now if you'll excuse me."
Clara tried to pass but he blocked her. "Did he do something wrong, did he say something wrong? Tell me all about him, everything you know." He said coming closer. "Leave me alone, Jeremy." Clara said her voice shaking a little from fear. "Tell me. Tell me." He insisted grabbing her wrist.
"No!" She scoffed. What was the matter with him? "Come on, you know want to." He glared.
"You're hurting me!" Clara shouted. "I want to know, now!" He sneered. "No, now let go!" She yelled trying to pull away. "Tell me, you pathetic human!" He growled grasping tighter, his eyes glowing a greenish color. Clara gasped. "Oh, dear lord." She muttered.
"Tell me!" Jeremy demanded staring hard at her almost like he was trying to hypnotize her. Terrified she kicked him hard in the knee causing him to cry out in pain letting her go.
Clara then ran for Martha. When she found her walking down the hall Clara ran towards her. "Martha!" She shouted. Martha frowned dropping her cleaning items and hurried towards a frightened Clara.
Clara grasped onto her arms, shaking and crying. "What's wrong?" Martha asked. "I-it's Jeremy, he tried to attack me." She stuttered.
"Are you okay?" Martha asked concerned trying to meet her eyes. She nodded. "But we need the Doctor," Clara choked out a sob. "Where is he?"
As if on cue the Doctor came down the hall. "You will not believe what I discover-"
He saw Clara looking upset and went to her. "Clara, what happened?" Forgetting her hurt feelings towards him she fell into his arms, embracing him allowing herself to feel safe again. He held her close as she cried softly in his shirt.
"Clara?" The Doctor said softly. "Jer-Jeremy he..." She tried to say.
He gently tilted her chin towards him. "What is it?" Clara swallowed regaining her composure. "Jeremy or whatever he is stopped me in the hall asking questions about you when I didn't answer he tried to attack me but I got away but he's very angry and…" Her sentence trailed and she broke down lowering her gaze. "God, Doctor, he was a monster. It was horrible." She held him closer.
"Shh," He comforted her. "It's okay." Martha noticed the uncertainty in his tone.
"Doctor since Jeremy's revealed himself what does this mean?" Martha asked sounding a little scared. Instead of answering he just gave her a grim look that said everything and sent terrifying shivers through her. The Doctor sighed. "Oh, by the way I figured out why the test results on that straw came back normal." He said still holding Clara. "Why?" Martha asked.
He scoffed. "Apparently, we're not the only ones that know about perception filters." She gawked. "You mean?" He nodded. "Oh, yes, special alien straw disguised as a natural earth resource."
"Seriously?" She scoffed. The Doctor shrugged. "Okay, a bit amateurish but it makes it very easy to clone them. All they have to do is touch each other and ta-da!" "That explains why those things kept appearing so rapidly." Martha muttered.
Clara pulled back slowly looking at them both in disbelief at their nonchalant attitude. "You two sound like you go through this sort of thing all the time."
"We do." She shrugged. Clara shook her head softly. "I'll never understand your world." The Doctor smirked a little. "Don't worry I'm still learning myself."
Clara gave a shy smile. Suddenly Tim came racing down the hall. "Doctor, Doctor!" He stopped and crouched over catching his breath. The Doctor had never seen him so frantic and looked at him concerned. "What is it, what's wrong?"
Tim rose back up looking anxious. "We've got problems. The scarecrows there multiplying like mad and there surrounding the school," He exhaled with dread. And I heard them, the family knows it's you and they're coming, Doctor…the family is coming for you."