Clara walked out from her room carrying her clothes in her hand. This was getting ridiculous, but she really didn't have another option at the moment. Danny really thought that she had given up this life, and to do that she had to make sure not a single sock was out of place at her flat. She had to make sure she was wearing the exact same clothing that she was supposed to, and she had to make sure that he never suspected a thing.

The problem wasn't Danny not knowing that she had just spent her lunch break somewhere rather warm with a lot of bees. Some would say too many bees. No, the problem was that she couldn't break it to her friends that her boyfriend didn't know that she was going to leave. They had no idea that she had discussed it with him, and also had no idea that he thought that she'd given it up.

"Leave that! The TARDIS will clean it for you." Danni called from above her, hanging over the railings. Her hair had become rather long again, and was hanging over her face rather adorably.

Or not. Not adorably. That was wrong.

"Last time I did that I never got the dress back," she pointed out as she walked up the stairs to the main platform.

"That's not true," Danni protested. She quickly joined her at her side, linking her arm through Clara's. "You got it back, remember?"

Danni had been rather clingy to Clara since the Orient Express. The Doctor had noticed it, and commented on it frequently, but he wasn't actually jealous. He knew that Clara wasn't going to turn her head. He was just worried that Clara would get the wrong idea and think she could do just that. Fortunately there wasn't enough Doctor left in her for Danielle to pulled away from him.

"Oh, yeah," Clara remembered as the Doctor landed them back where she'd asked. "I gave it to next door's little girl. It was just the right size to fit her Barbie."

"Alright, fine," Danni laughed. "Can't you stay for one more trip? We could go somewhere awesome?"

"More awesome than killer bees?" Clara shot back. "Danny's waiting for me. We have a lunch date."

"Fine," Danni replied before she sighed, letting her go to skip over to her husband's side. She leant up and placed a kiss on his cheek. "We'll go somewhere awesome without you."

"We go to plenty of fantastic places without her," the Doctor pointed out. "There's nothing new about that. In fact, her being here at all is rather a novelty."

"Thanks," Clara replied. "I'll try not to take that as an insult."

"There's nothing wrong with being a novelty," Danni said teasingly. "Novelties are fantastic, that's why they're called novelties."

"I'm leaving," Clara stated firmly. She forced the clothes into her bag and began to button up her jacket. "Am I home?"

"Same time you left," the Doctor replied. "Same place… ish," he drawled and Clara and Danni shared a look.

"Ish?" Danni asked.

"Don't give me an ish," Clara added, looking around the console to the pilot. The Doctor was staring at the monitor with a frown on his face.

"These readings are very er, ishy," he replied. Clara rolled her eyes. She was going to be late, wasn't she?

Danni stroked her hand across the console. "What's wrong, sweetie?" she asked the TARDIS. "It's unlike you to be 'ishy'."

She turned around on the spot, about to head to her husband's side when she spotted the doors. What were normally average-sized blue doors with windows were now half the size, much like the doors on a child's playhouse. "Um..."

Clara looked towards her friend and spotted the exact same issue. "Er, Doctor?"

"Uh huh?" he called, distracted by the peculiar behaviour from his time machine. He left the monitor, walking to her side, looking down at her expectantly. This was when she'd pretend to know what the problem was, or demand to know an answer he couldn't yet possibly have because he'd only just noticed there was a problem to begin with.

Instead, though, she nodded towards the doorway. He blinked in surprise at the sight of Danielle crouching down, hand running over the doorway, before turning around to look at him. She looked bewildered. He couldn't blame her. He walked over, joining her before examining it himself.

He slowly opened the door, crouching down low to look outside. They had definitely landed, which was good. He did have the afterthought that maybe just sticking his head out first wasn't the best idea, but it was too late and everything turned out fine. The ground was normal, the air was normal, it was just the TARDIS that wasn't.

He grunted as he climbed out of the TARDIS, pulling out his screwdriver as Danni followed. She put her hand on top of the now rather small box, bringing it out and to just below the top of her head.

"That's not right at all," she commented.

"Well, I wonder what caused this?" the Doctor exclaimed, absolutely amazed at the state of the blue box. "I don't think we're bigger, are we?"

He scanned Clara and Danni, just to make sure but they definitely hadn't changed size, so he turned to the TARDIS to see if he could work out what had happened. This had genuinely stumped him, and it was rare that happened.

Clara rolled her eyes, more bothered about being late for her date than the size of the TARDIS. It wasn't like the box ever made any sense in that regard. It being slightly smaller on the outside than normal didn't seem as big a deal as the Doctor was making it out to be. She, instead, looked around to try and work out how 'ish' the landing had actually been, and spotted the train station sign behind the Doctor.

"Bristol?" she exclaimed. "Doctor, we're in Bristol!"

The Doctor nodded in agreement. "And a hundred and twenty miles from where we should be. Impressive."

"No. Not impressive. Annoying," Clara corrected angrily.

"No. This is impressive," he replied, motioning to the TARDIS before motioning to Clara. "This is annoying. The TARDIS never does this. This is huge!" He waved his arms out to the sides to illustrate just how big it was. He started to walk around the TARDIS, looking at it from every angle "Well, not literally huge. Slightly smaller than usual. Which is huge."

Danni smiled at her husband's excitement. It made him seem like such a child, and it was lovely to see something catch his attention so fully. Of course, she really could have with it not being her home shrinking size. "I think that she means that it's annoying that she's going to miss her date," Danni clarified to him. "Not that the TARDIS shrank. I mean, that's not annoying it's just plain worrying."

"I'm sure PE can wait," the Doctor told their friend. "We're not going anywhere until I get this figured out."

Clara raised her eyebrow and he sighed, leaning on top of the TARDIS with his elbow. He could lean on the top of the TARDIS. This was amazing. "Could you not just let me enjoy this moment of not knowing something? I mean, it happens so rarely."

Clara rolled her eyes, but Danni nodded. "Alright, sweetie. You enjoy our half-sized home, we'll wait for you inside."

She reached forward to open the small door but the Doctor caught her hand. "I wouldn't, my Pet," he told her. "I don't think this is dangerous, but I wouldn't like you to get squished accidentally." He brought her hand to his mouth, placing a kiss on her palm. "Anyway, I need you to help me find out what's caused this."

"Oh?" Danni replied, shooting him a look. "I guess you're not that bothered about my safety after all."

"Always," he promised before nudging her away. "Go on. Go be polite at people again."

"Alright, fine," she giggled. "Come on Clara!"

She started heading down towards the railway station they had landed by. Clara watched her go for a moment, wondering if she should just follow her like a puppy. Then she sighed; of course she would.

"Wait up," she called, exasperated at herself rather than at Danni. She jogged the small distance between them before falling at her side. "You know, I could be just as useful to him. I can be smart."

"I know you can," Danni reassured her. "I just thought you would be less likely to rip his head off as he makes you increasingly more annoyed about missing your date."

Clara pondered this for a moment. "You're right."

"Oh, I know," Danni replied happily. "I'll make sure that he drops you back off at the right time, though, once we've sorted the TARDIS out. Hopefully it looks worse than it is."

"Is it that bad, though?" Clara asked as they hopped up onto the platform of the station. "She's always been smaller on the outside."

"Yes, but this is smaller than she should be," Danni explained. "She's been a police phone box since she stole the Doctor back on Gallifrey. Always the same size, with varying colours of blue. She hasn't changed the outside, something else has."

"And that's not good, right?"

Danni shook her head. "No, it's not. That's powerful stuff."

"Alien, then?" Clara asked her.

"Most definitely," Danni agreed as they stepped out into the estate. "Keep your eyes peeled for anything odd," she told Clara before frowning. "You know, that saying has always grossed me out. Keep your eyes peeled? How? Why would anyone peel their eyes? That's just painful."

Clara smiled at her. Sometimes she could just be so alien, like she was trying to work out the human race and all its eccentricities, just like any other planet she would visit. "It's just a saying," she pointed out. "Don't get your knickers in a twist."

"That's another one," Danni exclaimed as they headed down the street. "I get that it means don't get angry and irritated, but I think your knickers being in a twist is a damn good reason to be annoyed. It's bloody uncomfortable! "

~0~0~0~

The estate seemed like a normal estate. People were walking around, minding their own business, as the pair walked side by side looking for something out of place. Clara could tell that Danni was getting bored from walking around, so she nodded down a set of stairs that led to a tunnel underneath the train track.

"Lets go down there," she suggested. Danni shrugged.

"Why not?" she replied. "We'd better get back soon, though. I don't think he should be on his own for too long."

"He's a grown man. He can look after himself for..." Danni shot her a look. "Yeah, alright, let's just check out the tunnel then we'll head back."

The stairs down looked like they had seen better days, but off to the side were a bunch of people looking like they were doing the place up. At the bottom was a small shrine, with pictures stuck against the wall and flowers on the floor underneath. Clara and Danni shared a look.

"That's not good, is it?" Clara said and Danni shook her head. She crouched down in front of it, quickly scanning over the letters and photos. They were all of different people, all notes asking them to come back. People had gone missing. Definitely a bad sign.

Clara reached down and placed a hand on her shoulder, giving it a quick squeeze and Danni looked up at her, concern on her face. Just more proof that something beyond the TARDIS shrinking was going on in the estate.

"Cheer up, love. Might never happen," one of the workmen above them called down in a heavy West Country accent. Both women looked up to see another one of the men passing him a drink out of a plastic bag.

"Have some respect," he scolded. "She's grieving."

The first man turned back to them, looking a little sheepish. "Oh, sorry, love. I didn't mean nothing by it."

Danni smiled back, shooting them a wave before getting off the floor. She motioned to Clara with a nod of her head and they both headed into the tunnel.

"People are missing," Danni said lowly once they were under the cover of the tunnel. "Enough people that none of them seemed perturbed that we were grieving. That's enough that people have lost count of faces and families."

"So a fair amount, then?" Clara asked as they both looked at the walls. There were paintings of people with their backs to them lining right down the tunnel. "That woman with the flowery bag was in the shrine, wasn't she?" Clara commented. "I'm sure I saw someone with that bag."

"Maybe it's supposed to get people thinking?" Danni suggested. "That way, if they see the people, they'll notice straight away and do something about it?"

The sound of footsteps on the stairs behind them had both glancing around. One of the men, well, he was more of an older teenager, who had been working above them came jogging down. He was wearing green pants and a jacket with a high-vis vest over it.

"Sorry about them," he told them, stopping in front of the pair but mainly in front of Clara. Danni tried not to grin; Clara had caught his eye, it would seem. "They're idiots."

"They didn't mean anything by it," Danni dismissed.

He motioned to one of the murals. "I've lost someone too," he told them, walking over to a woman in a yellow coat with short hair. "My Aunt Karina. Deaf as a post. Didn't really know her that well but she's still gone." He turned back to them. "Is your one in the mural?"

Danni and Clara shared a slightly surprised look. "Oh no," Danni replied slowly. "We're not actually from..."

"I'm sure they'll get around to it at some point," the boy replied before walking back over to Clara. "I'm sure they'll get round to it at some point. I'm not really with that lot out there. I just have to do this community service thing," he continued, which explained his uniform. "I just do graffiti. Not anything, you know, murdery or..."

Clara let out a little, fake chuckle to let him know she believed him. She'd spent enough time around teenagers, she knew how awkward they could be at the best of times. But she could tell he'd be the best person to get information out of. "So, er, what's all this about? What's happened to all these people?"

He frowned. "You mean you don't know?"

~0~0~0~

The walk back to the train station was a lot quicker than the one out of it. The teenager had offered them just a brief description of what was going on, but it was enough that they headed back to the Doctor without needing anything else.

Clara had to walk rather fast to keep up with Danni, which still amazed her because the woman was slightly shorter than she was. Not by much, but the speed implied that Clara was seriously out of shape.

"So, people have been going missing all over the estate," Danni told the Doctor over her phone. "At least fifteen, and they're only the ones that we know of. That's not a coincidence, is it?"

"Definitely not," the Doctor replied. "Head back to the TARDIS."

"We are..." she started, trailing off as she looked around.

"Where is he?" Clara asked, also noticing the complete lack of TARDIS, smaller sized or otherwise.

"Sweetie, where are you?" she asked the Doctor.

"Exactly where I was," he replied and she shook her head.

"No you're... Oh my god!" She shoved the phone at Clara and ran forward, crouching down in front of the tiny TARDIS. She can't have been more than a half a foot high. In fact, she looked exactly how Danni would assume a toy TARDIS would look like. Clara joined her, laughing as she put the phone on speaker phone.

"That's just adorable," Danni called to her husband. "Absolutely adorable, but also terrifying. Are you in there?"

"Yes, I am," the Doctor called back.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," he promised. "I'm exactly the same size. It's merely the exterior dimensions that have been changed."

The TARDIS doors creaked as he opened them from the other side, although it was more of a high pitched noise than she would have normally have made. His face barely fit into the opening but Danni felt a rather large sense of relief at seeing him.

Clara laughed again at the sight and the Doctor shot her a very annoyed look. "Stop laughing," he scolded. "This is serious!"

"Yeah, well, I can't help it, can I?" she retorted. "With you and your big old face."

"How do we get you out of there?" Danni asked.

"We can't," he replied. "Something nearby is leeching all the external dimensions."

"Probably the same thing that is taking all the people," Danni reasoned. "Aliens, then?"

"Possibly," he started before shaking his head. "Oh, who am I kidding? Probably. Sensors are down and I can't risk taking off with it in this state."

Danni nodded. "Alright," she stated. "Have you changed the gravity?"

"Of course," he replied and she smiled, picking up the TARDIS. She held the blue box close, cradling her in her arms while she kept her upright. She immediately reminded Clara of a child holding her most prized toy.

"Oh, you've made her lighter," Clara said in realisation.

The Doctor's face disappeared from the door. "Clara, she's always lighter. If the TARDIS were to land with her true weight, she would fracture the surface of the Earth."

Clara looked at Danni in alarm, and the Time Lord nodded to tell her he wasn't lying. "Yeah, maybe a story for another time. What now?"

"I've managed to get a rough fix on the source of the dimensional leeching. Danielle, point me towards Clara." Danni did just that and his fingers appeared out of the door, jabbing to the left of her. Clara, who had been leaning close, quickly moved her head back before he hit her. "It's roughly north west. That way."

"Do you have any clue what it might be?" Danni asked him as his hand disappeared.

"Not yet," he replied. "Something powerful, something dangerous. You're going to need these." He handed out the psychic paper through the doorway, the gap now barely big enough to fit the small leather wallet out.

Clara took it from him, looking rather impressed he'd even given it up. "Oh, wow. This is an honour," she told him before realising something brilliant. She raised her gaze, meeting Danni's with a grin on her face. "Does this mean I'm you now?"

"No, it does not, so don't get any ideas!" the Doctor retorted firmly, passing her the sonic screwdriver. Danni frowned, turning the box once Clara had taken it and raising it up so she could see his face.

"Why does she need the sonic?" she asked. "I have one. Do you not trust me with it or something?"

"Of course I do," he replied, sounding rather exasperated. "Two sonics will be more useful than one."

"Yeah," Clara agreed, trying to stop the impending argument. "Plus, yours is like, a sonic screwdriver-lite, isn't it? That's why it's smaller. His will probably be able to do the things yours can't?"

"Wait, is that true?" she asked, turning him back around again. "I thought they were the same, but mine was just smaller because I'm smaller."

"I've just had mine longer, so I've added to it," he explained. "Danielle, we really don't have time for this."

She pouted, but then turned him back so he was facing out from her. He was right, but she wasn't too happy about the fact her sonic screwdriver wasn't as advanced as his.

"We can sort it out later," he relented and she smiled despite the fact he couldn't see her. "And listen," his hand came out again, holding two little metal devices. "Stick these in your ears." Clara took them, handing one to Danni and they both popped them in. "Can you hear me?"

"Yes," Danni told him, his voice coming through her ear like a hands free kit rather than from the TARDIS doors. Both women winced at the sound of feedback from her voice, then a very sharp stab into their temples. "What the hell was that?"

"Nanotech," the Doctor replied. "I just hacked your optic nerve."

"What does that mean?" Clara asked and Danni was pleased to note that she couldn't hear her friend twice. That would have been rather annoying.

"I see what you see," he said. "Now, get moving. We don't have time to chit chat."

~0~0~0~

"Stop, stop, stop," the Doctor suddenly declared into both of their ears. Danni slowed to a stop in the middle of the open area. "Here."

"What about here?" Danni asked as Clara took a look around. They were in the middle of a couple of blocks of flats, with what looked like closed shops off to one side. The community service group was stood underneath the covering in front of the shops and she realised they were right by the tunnel they'd gone under, with the murals on the walls.

"This is where the source is," he told them both. "I need you to scan the area, see if you can pick up anything."

Danni nodded and pulled out her own sonic screwdriver, holding the TARDIS in one hand. Clara held the Doctor's aloft and they both slowly spun in a circle, making sure to scan everything they could.

"Anything?" Clara asked as they made their way back to their respective starting points.

"Yes, I'm dizzy," the Doctor replied and Danni shifted the box slightly. "But nothing useful."

The teenager who had spotted them before came walking over, smiling at Clara and barely paying attention to Danni. The blonde tried to hide her smile at the adorableness while Clara tried not to look too awkward.

"You never did tell me your name," the boy pointed out with a smile.

"No time to fraternize. Come on, get rid of him," the Doctor commanded, rather rudely if Clara had to comment. She knew they were in the middle of something important, but the lad could actually be of use. She'd never been to Bristol at all before, and the chances of Danni or the Doctor knowing the area were small.

"I'm er..." she started before feeling the metal of the screwdriver in her hand. She had the screwdriver, she had his psychic paper and she had the ability to tell the teenager that she was whoever she wanted to be.

How could she pass it up?

She straightened, a smirk appearing on her face. "I'm the Doctor," she told him.

"Don't you dare," the Doctor warned lowly and Danni couldn't help but press her lips together, trying to stop the laugh that wanted to break free at how annoyed he sounded. She shouldn't tease him, but she had to admit it was rather hilarious.

"Doctor Oswald," Clara continued, flipping out the end of the screwdriver for effect. "But you can call me Clara. And this," she reached across, wrapping her arm around Danni's waist and pulled her closer. Danni hadn't been expecting it, so she stumbled slightly but didn't let go of the TARDIS or pull away from Clara.

"Oh, don't you dare," the Doctor repeated, much more firmly. They'd be having words later, that was for sure.

Clara didn't care. "This is my beautiful and highly more talented than me wife, Danni Fielding."

Danni giggled. "I wouldn't say that," she replied. "She can be very clever when she wants to be."

The boy did look slightly put out by this knowledge, but he still kept up his friendly persona. He was probably just happy to talk to someone else who he didn't have to spend all day with. "I'm Rigsy," he told them both. "So er, what are you a doctor of?"

"Of lies."

Again, Danni had to squash her laugh as Clara looked thoughtful. "Well, I'm usually quite vague about that. I think I just picked the title because it makes me sound important."

"And it works," Danni agreed, leaning up to place a kiss on her cheek, like she would with the Doctor. She knew he wouldn't be pleased, he never was when she hugged anyone else but he always seemed to be more annoyed when it was Clara. She could make it up to him later.

"Why, Doctor Oswald, you are hilarious. Could we get back to work, do you think?" he snapped angrily. Danni could just see his pout now.

"What are you exactly? You don't smell like police but that's some pretty cool gear you got there," Rigsy asked, much to the dismay of the Doctor. "Are you a spy or something?"

"Oh, he's a bright one, hang on to him."

Clara let out a little noise, mainly aimed at the Doctor to imply that she was going to do just that. Danni smiled at him. "Or something," she agreed. "We're actually looking into the disappearances. You don't happen to know where the latest one was, do you?"

He nodded. "I'll show you," he replied. "It's in there." He looked up at the block of flats, which made a lot of sense considering how close to the source of the leeching they were.

"Brilliant," Clara replied. "Show us the way." She let go of Danni's waist to take her hand, smirking at the blonde who looked like she was having just as much fun as she was. She could hear the Doctor huffing in her ear, which served him right for being so nasty. It was a good thing Danni was too busy chatting to Rigsy, though, to see the flush on her face. She really did love holding hands with Time Lord.

~0~0~0~

The flat Rigsy took them to was nothing out of the ordinary. It was behind one white door of many, although this one had police tape over it to keep anyone from entering and contaminating the scene.

Rigsy moved the tape out of the way after opening the door for them. "He was the last one to go missing," he explained as he stepped into the flat. "And when he disappeared all the doors and windows were locked from the inside."

"Ooh, now you're talking," the Doctor said. "I love a good locked room mystery."

"There's no body like last time, though," Danni commented as she looked around the room. White walls, basic furniture, nothing out of the ordinary at all, really.

"What?" Rigsy asked, sounding slightly alarmed. Clara frowned for a moment before realising the confusion.

"Oh, sorry. We're talking to somebody else. He's listening in. Doctor, Rigsy, Rigsy, the Doctor." She motioned between her ear and Rigsy, letting him know she wasn't lying.

"Hello, barely sentient local," the Doctor said, even though Rigsy couldn't hear him. Danni placed the TARDIS onto a side table, giving it a stern look even though the doors were closed.

"Be nice," she warned him. "I'll put you in Clara's bag. Don't think I won't."

"You wouldn't dare," he retorted. "You like me too much to do that."

Danni smiled to herself, once again pointing her screwdriver out so she could scan the room. "Yeah, alright," she agreed. "I'll think of some way better to punish you later."

"I'm sure I'll love it," he purred back.

"Don't flirt while I'm on the line," Clara snapped, following Danni's lead and scanning the room. Rigsy frowned.

"I thought she was your wife."

"She is," Clara quickly insisted. "She's just a terrible flirt, aren't you, my… my Pet?" She stuttered over the pet name as she tried to think up one for herself. She paused her scanning, sure that she heard the Doctor actually growl, but continued on when it seemed to be nothing.

Danni looked over at Rigsy, giving him a smile. "Awful," she confirmed. "Don't worry, it's all perfectly harmless."

He nodded, although he didn't really pretend to understand the strangeness that seemed to be happening. "There's another Doctor?" he asked.

"How do you sleep at night?" the Doctor taunted and Danni lowered her screwdriver.

"Doctor," she warned again. He didn't say anything. "What's the link?" she murmured.

"I think this is great that someone's finally looking into this," Rigsy told them as he watched the pair work. Clara seemed to be looking around, actively searching while Danni was stood, a frown on her face, as if she was trying to work it out. It was more than he had seen happen in a long time. "The police weren't doing anything. They never do on this estate. People were thinking that no one was listening. That no one cared." He shrugged, suddenly rather embarrassed. "So, yeah. I think it's great what you're doing."

"Look, I think that we can manage on our own from now on," the Doctor told them. He was tired of having to babysit another human while his home was in danger, and so was he and therefore his wife and friend. He wasn't doing anything except getting in the way. And if he left, then Clara's little pretence could just drop away.

Clara moved to the mirror, looking in it so he could see her face. "Yeah, well, I think he could still be useful."

"He's a pudding brain," the Doctor corrected. "Worse than that, he's a fluorescent pudding brain."

"Yeah, but he knows where all the people lived," Danni pointed out, joining Clara by the mirror. "And I like him. He's a good lad."

Clara glared at the mirror, before turning and pointedly walking into the middle of the room to scan it. Danni stayed looking in the mirror. It was strange to think that she was looking at herself in a mirror, and the Doctor was looking through her eyes at her looking at herself in a mirror.

She tilted her head to the side. "Am I on a monitor?" she asked him.

"I've got one displaying you and one displaying Clara," he explained. She tilted her head to the side, smiling slightly.

"That's really awesome," she told him. "Is it permanent? I don't want you being able to see me in the bathroom or anything."

"I can remove them when we get the TARDIS back to normal," he promised. "It's barely painful."

"Good," Danni replied. She then lowered her gaze, tracing her finger on top of the box, trying to seem as innocent as possible. "You know, maybe… maybe not straight away, though."

"He could still be in the room," Rigsy stated from the other side of the room and Clara let out an audible sigh of relief. Did they really have to do this when she could hear them?

"What do you mean?"

"It's like one of those locked room things you get in books," he explained. "It's always something weird, like, he's still in the room or something."

"Do you know, I think you were wrong about this lad," the Doctor declared eagerly, almost as if he was suddenly trying to move the situation to it's conclusion a lot quicker. Clara didn't want to think about that. "I think that he could be very useful. Vital local knowledge."

Danni cocked her eyebrow, looking back in the mirror so he could see the look she was giving him. "Oh, do you know?" she asked him.

"Yes," he replied. "So try not to let Clara scare him off."

"How would I scare him off?" Clara asked, offended. She pulled out the sonic and went back to checking the furniture, scanning everything to show that she was better at the whole 'civilian thrown in at the deep end' thing than he was.

"Okay, right. Are we missing something here?" she declared, taking more assertive action to show that she was still the boss. She was the new Doctor. "Missing man, locked room." Her eyes widened as a thought occurred to her. "Shrink ray?"

Danni shook her head. "Definitely not a shrink ray," she said. "That wouldn't even dent the TARDIS, let alone shrink her, right?"

"Sorry, did you say just say shrink ray?" Rigsy asked, suddenly wondering if he really should have come into the empty flat with the two, strange, women.

"What if he is still in this room like you said, only tiny?" Clara countered, not noticing his discomfort. She darted over to the sofa, looking underneath it. "You know, like underneath the sofa or something?"

"Clara, this is the scaring off that we were talking about," the Doctor warned her, spotting in the mirror that Rigsy was slowly backing out of the room.

"Okay. So er, my lunch break's nearly up. This this has been er, interesting," he said as if he was trying not to alert them to his alarm. Danni turned, taking a step in front of him to block his way.

"Before you go," she started, gently but firmly nudging him towards the TARDIS. "Can I just show you something? I promise everything will start to make sense once you've seen it."

He'd seen enough movies to know that he was either walking right into something awful, or placating the women until he could leave. He nodded and she looked into the mirror, smiling her best smile. "Can we show him?" she asked the Doctor.

"I don't know if this is a good idea," the Doctor replied. "It's really throwing him in at the deep end."

"Well, yeah," Danni agreed. "It's usually the best way, though. Open the doors." The TARDIS door popped open and she nodded to it.

"Rigsy, meet the Doctor," she said to the young boy, pushing him down by his shoulder so he could see her husband inside. At least he wasn't by the door so his face wasn't taking up the whole room. Rigsy blinked at the Doctor, who shot him a small wave of his fingers.

"Pleased to meet you," he said to the community service worker. "The small man idea is a good theory, which is why I set the sonics to scan for that as soon as we entered," he called to Clara.

"And you didn't think to tell us?" Clara protested, feeling a right idiot.

"It's bigger. On the inside," Rigsy breathed, amazed. The Doctor looked around himself, only being able to imagine the size of the box his wife had been carrying.

"Do you know, I don't think that statement's ever been truer," he muttered. Danni kept crouched down, smiling at him as Rigsy stepped away.

"You know, it's just not as fun when I'm not in there with you," Danni told him. He couldn't have agreed more.

"What are you? Like, aliens, or something?" Rigsy asked, again looking to Clara for answers.

"No," she replied simply, her attention drawn to a mural on the wall by the entrance. It didn't really hold any significance, but it helped her think. She then turned back to look at him. "Well, they are," she corrected.

Danni jumped as the lights in the TARDIS started flashing red and an alarm sounded. "What is that?" she exclaimed.

"Whatever it was, it just drained a massive amount of energy from inside the TARDIS," he told them all as he turned back to the console. "But that's the least of my problems." He rushed over to the doors, meeting Danni's eyes. She looked scared. He couldn't blame her. He motioned her closer and she moved her face to the doorway. He quickly, and carefully, placed a kiss on her cheek through the doorway to reassure her and he watched her relax just a little bit. "Just get us out of there."

He slammed the doors shut and she picked the TARDIS up, hugging her with both arms to her chest so she didn't drop the blue box.

"Rigsy," Clara called to the boy. "This is where we run. Stick with me" They all headed to the door, Danni skidding to a stop when the mural finally caught her eye. Something really was familiar about it, but she couldn't think of what. She fell to a stop, a frown on her face as she stared at it. What was it? It didn't fit into the room at all. It had all white, clean, plain walls. The person who owned this flat wouldn't just have a random pattern of texture on one wall.

"Danni!" Clara called from outside and it jolted her out of her thoughts. Very carefully, she balanced the TARDIS on one hip as she reached into her pocket to pull out her phone. She kept her hand as steady as she could as she took a picture of the mural before pocketing the phone.

"Danni!"

She raised the box, placing a kiss on top of it. "Sorry," she apologised to the man inside before dashing out into the hallway. Clara was already running back up to the door to look for her, but Danni didn't stop as she continued to run.

"We need to get out of the building," Danni told her, also rushing past Rigsy. "Run!"

Thankfully they weren't too many floors up, and running down stairs was always a lot easier than running up them. She came to a stop first, followed by Rigsy and then Clara on the small grass outside the building. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. There were no people running around, screaming someone had just disappeared from in front of them. No one shouting about how someone had been hit by a shrink ray. In fact, for an estate, it seemed a little too quiet but nothing worrying.

"Doctor?" Danni asked, panting lightly as she held her finger to her ear. "Are you okay?"

"No, I'm not," he retorted and her hearts clenched in worry. "I mean this is just embarrassing. I'm from the race that built the TARDIS. Dimensions are kind of our thing. So why can't I understand this?"

She raised the box and hammered on the door with her finger. It opened a moment later and she glared at the man inside, who was still by the console and not close enough to be a giant face. "I meant 'are you hurt?'," she snapped. "Don't worry me like that."

"I'm sorry," he replied. "I really was enjoying not knowing anything. Is it always this annoying?"

"Usually," she confirmed. "Especially when the smartest person in the room doesn't know anything either."

"Oh?" he replied. "Oh! That's me, isn't it?"

She smiled slightly. "Yes, I mean you," she teased. "What do you need?"

"I need more info," he told the pair. "Where else have people disappeared?"

Clara turned away from looking at Danni, slightly annoyed that she was paying more attention to the Doctor when he was safe in the TARDIS and she was the one out of it trying to keep her safe. She'd have to 'up' her Doctor skills. It was no fun pretending if no one played along.

"Do you know anyone else who disappeared?" she asked him. He nodded.

"They've been all over the newspapers," he explained. "And there's been, you know, missing persons posters up everywhere."

"Great," she told him with a grin. Now it was a case of working out where best to go first. Usually starting at the beginning was the way to go. "Do you know who the first person to disappear was?" Again, he nodded. "Great, lead us there."

He looked slightly hesitant, glancing back towards where he knew he should have been doing his community service. "I really should be getting back..."

If she had been taller, she would have chucked her arm around his shoulder and slightly forced him to move along. That's what the Doctor did. He didn't really give you a choice if he needed you to come along. Instead, though, she nudged him with her own shoulder.

"Oh, come on Rigsy," she tempted. "There's aliens, and little people and disappearances. "It's all happening right here, right now. Don't you want to find out where this leads to next?"

He glanced back again. It was a hard choice, because he was being punished and not going back would probably lead to even more trouble in the long run. But it was really boring, and he didn't really want to continue to paint over his own creations. Plus, she was right, it was all happening around the two women and it was rather exciting.

"Alright," he replied. "The first one wasn't around here, though."

"That's alright, we're up for a walk, aren't we Danni-Girl?" Clara said, reaching out to take Danni's hand. The blonde nodded, still cradling the little blue box close. It had seemed a bit strange at first, but Rigsy could understand why she held it like it was precious now he knew there was a man inside of it.

"Nothing wrong with a bit of exercise," she agreed and so Rigsy started to walk, showing them the way.

"You're taking this very seriously," Danni said quietly to Clara.

"People are going missing. It's pretty serious," she pointed out.

"Not that," Danni replied. "The whole 'being the Doctor' thing. You're even holding my hand."

Clara glanced down. She hadn't even realised she'd done that, but now she had she didn't exactly want to let go either. "Well, it's all about the character, isn't it?" she reasoned. "I'm going to be the best Doctor."

"Not a chance," the Doctor murmured inside their heads.

~0~0~0~

The first person to go missing, Mr Heath, didn't live on the estate. Unfortunately there was already a police officer at the house, keeping an eye out for the press. They'd apparently been all over the house and, as the first disappearance, it needed to be kept as preserved as was possible.

Luckily Clara had the psychic paper, so suddenly they were MI5 and being let into the house was no problem at all.

PC Forrest was very happy to give up information, as well, the moment she believed their cover story. Danni wasn't too bothered about listening, though. The police never really did seem to know the actual story, so she started by looking around the room, running her free hand across the walls. They were all the same shade of green, and nothing felt out of the ordinary, but she still couldn't help but be drawn to them.

"What is it?" the Doctor asked.

"Did you see the mural in the flat?" she asked. "A random pattern on a white wall. It didn't look right. It looked out of place."

"Do you think it has something to do with the walls?"

"Do you?" she asked in reply.

"Take me back to Clara," he instructed and she walked back over to the woman's side, who was frowning at his words. Danni turned the blue box again so it was facing him, trying to keep the movement as inconspicuous as possible to not draw the attention of PC Forrest.

"Clara, I think that your shrink ray theory was wrong," the Doctor told them.

"My shrink ray theory?" she replied. "I thought you were already scanning for that."

"It just struck me," he continued like she hadn't pointed out he was wrong. "Locked room mysteries. Classic solution number one, they're still in the room. Classic solution number two, they're in the walls!"

Danni smirked slightly, leaning closer to Clara. "That was me," she told her happily. "I pointed the walls out."

She looked at Danni, her brows furrowed. "What do you mean, they're in the..." she trailed off as the TARDIS door opened and the head of a sledgehammer was suddenly being thrust at her. She quickly took it, pulling the impossibly big, yet normal sized, sledgehammer out of tiny toy time machine.

"...Off the record, I think the top brass are hoping if they ignore this it'll all just go away," PC Forrest was saying as Danni gave Clara an encouraging nod. She didn't want to have to be the one to explain what they were about to do, after all. Surely that was one of the many perks of having a companion?

PC Forrest turned around and looked understandably bewildered at Clara and the sledgehammer. "Apparently they're in the walls," Clara offered to her.

"Start with the one to your right!" the Doctor told her. She turned, walking over to the wall and staring at it, holding the hammer with two hands, ready to swing. This was wrong, wasn't it? Demolishing some poor bloke's house. He'd been taken by aliens, and now what? If they found him, then he'd have to come home and redecorate his house.

Then she had an absolute stroke of genius. The Doctor never got his hands dirty. He was never the one who demolished walls, or fraternised with the locals. That was always delegated to someone else, and she had the perfect teenage delinquent to delegate to.

She turned, holding out the hammer to Rigsy expectantly. "Go on, then," she encouraged. "Knock that wall down, there's a good lad."

He took it off her, trying to look like he really didn't want to knock down a wall, but he quickly moved to her side and slammed the handle against the wall to make a dent. He then turned it around to begin smashing it down, a grin on his face.

PC Forrest left them to it, answering a phone call from her superior, and Danni stood back and watched them both destroy the living room. "Are you sure about the walls?" she asked the Doctor.

"You tell me, my Pet," he replied. "You're the one who felt like the mural was something."

"You did too," she pointed out. "Otherwise you would have told me it wasn't. Is he really going to be behind the wall, though?"

"So you, your wife and that bloke in a box," Rigsy started before bringing the hammer back down on the wall.

"Not her wife," the Doctor called, as if the young man could hear him.

"You do this sort of stuff a lot?"

"Oh, well, he's usually out of the box," Clara replied. "But, yep."

"More than you'd think," Danni agreed as she joined them. "It's a hard life, but someone's got to do it?"

"How'd you get this gig?" he asked. "You study science, or aliens, or something?"

Danni chuckled. "Oh, no, I didn't even finish uni," she told him. "It's not something you can learn, it's just something you are. We only ever pick up the very best."

Clara smirked to herself, knowing that she was talking about her. Danni thought she was the very best. That was why she was the boss. Because she was the best.

Danni was already out of the door by the time Clara even registered the screaming. She kept the TARDIS tight against her in the hopes that the gravity would keep him from jiggling around inside, chucking the door to the other room open.

"Hello?" she called in as Clara and Rigsy joined her side, without the sledgehammer. However, there was no sign of the police officer. In fact, the only sign that anyone had been in there at all was the hanging seat, which was ever so slightly swinging.

"PC Forrest?" Clara called out, walking slowly into the room as she tried to spot where the woman had been. Danni and Rigsy followed, Danni turning to look at the sofa behind them. "Hello?"

Danni frowned, stepping closer to the mural that was on the wall. Another mural, in another house. She reached out, not quite touching it, tracing the red lines that made up the branching pattern. "One, two, three," she counted slowly, following the small branches that made up the end, "four, five." She did it again, following the symmetrical ones underneath it before gasping in horror, pulling back and stumbling into Clara. "Oh my god!"

"What?" Clara asked, quickly turning around, ready to attack or run if she needed. "What is it?"

"It's a foot!" Danni exclaimed. She raised her hand to her ear, holding her finger against it like she had a headpiece on. "Doctor, Doctor, that's-they're feet, and," she moved up the tree, "they're hands! It's her!"

Clara's head turned sharply to look at her. "Sorry, what?" she asked. "How? What could possibly turn a person into a painting?"

"I don't know," the Doctor retorted. "The TARDIS should be able to detect anything in the known univer-" He trailed off.

"What? What is it?" Danni asked. "I know that voice. What have you realised?"

"The known universe," he repeated, his voice a little louder in his realisation. "This universe. That mural is a nervous system."

"Oh my god," Danni breathed, horrified. "It really is her."

"That's PC Forrest's nervous system?" Clara exclaimed.

Danni gasped again, turning and facing the pair in the room. "Remember? On the wall in the flat? There was that mural on the wall in there as well! It looked familiar! I think it was… Was it skin? Doctor, was that some skin?"

"A microscopic blow up of human skin," he confirmed.

"What? Why?" Clara asked.

"Whatever they are, they are experimenting. They're testing," he explained. "They are, they are dissecting. Trying to understand us. Trying to understand three dimensions."

"Understand three?" Danni asked. "You mean, like they don't have three dimensions? Is that why they're flattening people? Because they only understand two?"

The door to the room slammed shut, a sizzling noise in the air. Rigsy immediately jumped forward to grab the handle, pulling his hand away like it burnt him before he could open it. "Ow," he exclaimed, cradling it close. "The handle."

"Doctor," Clara said lowly, staring at amazement at the door. "The handle, they've flattened the handle." It looked like a drawing, the white knob on what should have been black metal.

"Fascinating," the Doctor replied, truly meaning that. "Clara, Danielle, they're in the walls!" The trio turned at another hiss as something behind them moved.

"Doctor, what do we do?" Danni exclaimed, holding the TARDIS even closer. "What do we do?!"

"Keep away from them. If they touch you, you're finished."

They spun again as the hissing and scuttling noise dashed behind them. The sofa and its cushions melted into the wall, becoming splodges of paint against the brightly coloured background. Danni's grip tightened even more on the TARDIS, terrified that she might drop it.

"Keep away from it," she told the other two. "Don't let it touch you!"

"What happens if they touch us?" Rigsy asked.

"I think we just saw it," Danni replied. He turned around, now as desperate as they were to escape. He quickly scrambled onto the hanging chair. Both Danni and Clara agreed with his idea, Clara climbing on one side so she was stood holding the chain, Danni on the other with her back to the window. She quickly realised she couldn't hold onto the chair and the TARDIS, so passed it down to Rigsy.

"Don't drop that for anything!" she commanded so harshly that he quickly mimicked her grasp on it, wrapping both arms around it.

"They can't jump, can they?" he asked them, as if either of them knew what was trying to attack them.

Clara's phone started ringing and the two women shared a confused look. Who could be ringing her? She reached into her bag and saw the name, groaning at the sight. Not now. It was Danny, and he couldn't be ringing now because he couldn't know where she was!

She raised it to her ear but Danni quickly shook her head. "No, no, don't answer it!" she quickly told her. Clara hesitated. "It's Danny, right?" Clara nodded. "If you answer, then whatever happens becomes part of the events. You're always going to have to answer it. If you don't, then we can drop you off when he's ringing you and you won't be late."

Clara looked conflicted. She didn't want to ignore his call, but Danni really did have a point. If she answered, not only would she have to try and make it seem like she wasn't about to be eaten by a two-dimensional monster, while also making it seem like she was more than happy to talk about almost being eaten by a two-dimensional monster.

She quickly put her phone back into her bag, nodding in agreement. "So now what?" she asked. "How do we get out?"

Danni looked around as the hissing increased. Above them the chain was starting to creak, pulling at where the chair was anchored into the ceiling. They really didn't have much time left, or a lot of options.

"Danielle!" the Doctor called. "The window!"

She nodded and met Clara's gaze. "Start swinging!" they both exclaimed at the same time, and they began to bend their legs, setting the chair into motion.

"Look! Look! They're climbing the walls!" Rigsy exclaimed as the wallpaper began to move, the pattern climbing like bugs towards the ceiling.

"Hold onto the TARDIS!" Danni shouted at him as she let go with one hand, reaching into her top to pull out her screwdriver. She turned and pointed it at the window, setting it off and concentrating on breaking the glass.

The moment it smashed the chair finally came off the ceiling and they went flying through onto the small yard outside. Rigsy managed to say inside the plastic, clutching the TARDIS tightly, while Clara had managed to fall inside just before landing and was protected from the fall.

"Danielle?" the Doctor called. "Danielle, are you alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," she replied weakly from the other side of the chair. Clara climbed out to see her sprawled on the concrete floor, eyes clenched closed and her head much too near the wall for comfort. She scrambled to the woman's side, helping her sit up.

"Oh my god," Clara breathed, panicking. "You're bleeding!"

Danni opened her eyes, reaching up to her forehead and wincing at the pain she felt. "My head… I bounced off the wall. It's fine, I'm fine." She pulled her fingers back down to see the blood coating them. The cut itself hadn't felt particularly big. "It looks worse than it is."

Clara still took her face in her hands, staring into her eyes with an intensity Danni had only really seen on the Doctor's face. "Are you sure?" she asked. "Are you dizzy? Do you have double vision? Your eyes don't seem out of focus."

"Clara, really," Danni reassured her, brushing her hands off her. "I'm fine. It's just a cut. We need to get out of here."

She climbed off the floor before Clara could protest further, meeting Rigsy and grabbing the TARDIS off him. "Run, now," she commanded.

~0~0~0~

So there seems to be something wrong with the website, which means that a lot of you didn't see the last chapter, or the update to Wiped Out. You probably won't get any notifications for this either, but I'm persistent and so I'm posting anyway!

Reviews!

KatMackenzie93 - Thanks sweetie! I like to think Danni does add a little something :P

whitedwarf - Thanks, sweetie! I was very happy to reach that. Hopefully we'll hit 450 before the story is over. You never know! Oh yes, definitely a huge part. I won't say more than that, though about the season finale. I think enough spoilers have been given. I hope you liked this chapter as well!

TheSlayerofGallifrey - Thanks sweetie!

Guest - Thanks sweetie! No, the Umbrella was all me, as far as I'm aware. I thought it was a nice touch XD

Seconds and Stars - Thanks sweetie! Clara can't leave before it's her time XD

serenitysaiyan - I think I added it. I mean, I didn't see it in the episode, but I don't know if I'm the first to do that. Maybe not oblivious as she wants to be anymore, though! Thanks sweetie! xxx

Jojo - I'm glad you loved it! I think Clara is finally starting to see it, yeah. That's exactly it. She's not so much worried about him wanting to keep her safe, it's what he'll do to ensure that. She doesn't want him to lose his 'Doctorness' in that.