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Chapter 2

The Doctor and Clara stood in silence for a while, wondering what to do next. When he cleared his throat to cover the awkwardness, Clara opened her mouth to speak.

"I, uhm. Do you think they've had the time to tell Isabel?" she asked him.

"No idea."

"I better go and say hi. Wanna come?"

"Ah, no. You go ahead."

The Doctor waited until he was certain that Clara had really left the room and headed straight for his TARDIS. He would just fly off and return in a few weeks. Clara would be fine. She was great with kids. He, on the other end, not so much. It would be better for everyone if he just left.

He had already flicked a few switches of the TARDIS when suddenly he started to feel incredibly guilty. No, he didn't do guilt. That was not his thing. And yet, part of him felt bad for leaving Clara, even though he knew she was going to do just fine on her own. Before the TARDIS engines sounded, he switched it off again. He would regret staying, he was sure of that. But it was the right thing to do.

OOO

Clara wandered around the corridors of the house, wondering where she was going to find Isabel's room. She didn't have to wonder for very long, because she soon discovered a door that had a big "keep out" sign glued to it. Clara sighed. Isabel was now 15 or 16 and apparently a typical teenager. She knocked on the door but there was no answer. Clara knocked again and when she still heard nothing, she entered the room.

Isabel was lying on her bed with big headphones over her ears that were connected to a tape recorder. She was reading a Rolling Stone magazine. Not only had the little girl grown since Clara last saw her, but she was starting to look like a punk, judging from her clothes.

Clara stepped in front of her, smiling. Isabel glanced at her and reluctantly removed her headphones.

"There's a sign on the door," Clara head the voice in her head but never saw Isabel's lips move.

"How. . . how did you do that?" Clara asked.

Isabel groaned. "I spoke. Telepathically," she replied, this time actually speaking.

"Wow, I guess your talents have evolved since I last saw you. You remember me?"

"Yes. You and the Doctor. He's here as well," Isabel said, but she didn't seem very exited about the fact.

Clara sat down on Isabel's bed. "Vastra and Jenny asked us to look after you for a little while. You okay with that?"

Isabel shrugged. Suddenly a smile appeared on Isabel's face when they both heard steps coming from the stairs. A few seconds later, the Doctor appeared in the doorway.

"I've brought you a little something," the Doctor announced, holding up a Walkman and several tapes.

Isabel jumped up to look at the gifts the Doctor had brought her.

"Now, be careful not to show any of this to your friends. This thing won't be invented for another four years."

"The Sex Pistols?" Clara asked when she caught a glimpse of the tapes, "I didn't know they were active in 1975."

"They aren't. Another thing Isabel would have to wait for but she'll love them," he turned back to the girl, "So, agreed?"

"Agreed," Isabel smiled. The Doctor smiled back.

"Wait a second. What's going on here? What are you two agreeing on?" Clara asked, looking at the two of them.

"Oh, we can communicate telepathically. Isabel is very gifted in that area. Show her," he told Isabel.

Clara felt a tingling in her head. She walked over to the window and opened it.

"Okay, now, tell me why you just did that," the Doctor demanded.

Clara turned around to look at the window. Why had she done that? Why had she opened the window? "I don't know," she replied.

"Isabel told you to. Only works on inferior life forms like humans though," the Doctor explained.

"Hey!" Clara suddenly felt very uncomfortable. A teenager with Isabel's powers could be very dangerous. Especially if you should command everyone around her to do her bidding.

"I have to walk Sammy now," Isabel announced.

"Oh, the furry thing," the Doctor said with a trace of disgust in his voice.

"You're the one who bought him for me, remember?" Isabel said, raising her eyebrows.

"Yeah, wasn't exactly myself back then."

Isabel headed off into the garden to find Sammy and left the Doctor and Clara alone again.

"Okay, so, that went well," Clara said, although she didn't sound very convincing.

"I wouldn't be so sure of that," the Doctor replied.

"What do you mean?"

"Vastra and Jenny didn't call us because they had to go to America. They called us because they thought we could straighten her out."

"Oh," Clara uttered.

"Yes. Oh. But you're good with kids, right?" the Doctor winked at her.

OOO

A spaceship was hovering over the earth. The aliens were busily going about their jobs as the commander walked along the corridors and entered a private room.

"We're now directly above London and have located the girl," the commander told her.

"Thank you. Now all we need to do is wait," the woman said.

"Wait? Didn't you say she was ready?" he asked.

"Not quite. But she will be ready very, very soon."