Terry looked around as she landed, mildly noting that she was in a study of sorts.

"Angel!"

At the familiar cry, Terry turned with a smile and she greeted, "Martha Jones-?"

Terry broke off with a confused frown while Martha hugged Terry tightly, gasping with relief.

"Thank God, you're here! Oh, this is brilliant! Good timing, as usual, angel."

"Thanks." Terry answered distractedly, still frowning as she looked Martha up and down. "But before that, what are you wearing?"

Martha looked down at her maid's outfit, before she looked back up at Terry with a grimace.

"Long story." The companion sighed. "Anyway, the important thing is the Family!"

Terry's face flooded with understanding, and she asked immediately, "When are we?"

"19-"

"No," Terry interrupted impatiently, "I meant, when are we? Is the Family here yet?"

"Oh. Yes!" Martha answered quickly. "They're attacking the school, and the Doctor's actually holding a gun, and he's bringing all the boys out to fight, and he doesn't remember-"

"Come on, then." Terry ordered as she grabbed Martha's hand and started dragging her out. "First of all, we need to stop the Doctor; then I need to wake him up before the Family can get me."

"Right – because you're a Time Lady, too." Martha realized. "If they got a hold of you, the Doctor's changing into a human would be for nothing!"

"Exactly. Now come on!" Terry said as she raced out of the study with Martha.

"Oh, wait! Don't we need the Doctor's fob watch?" Martha asked as she started to jerk Terry back to a stop.

"It's not here." Terry dismissed, pulling Martha along with her at a run again. "Don't worry, it'll come to us, eventually."

"What does that mean?" Martha asked, puzzled as she hurried down the stairs after Terry.

"Spoilers!" Terry called back as she reached the bottom of the stairs.

She paused for only a moment to get her bearings before she darted toward the right. Martha had just reached the bottom of the stairs when Terry ran back past her.

"Other way!"

Martha ran behind Terry as she ran for the front doors where she could hear the sound of gunshots firing. She vaguely noticed the woman standing by the windows. But Terry breezed past, headed for the familiar tall brunette standing at the head of the group of boys.

The Doctor's gun was the only one not smoking as the headmaster shouted, "Cease fire!" But Terry wasn't taking any chances. She grabbed his gun, startling the man, and tossed it aside.

"Oi! Who are you?" The Doctor - or rather, John Smith - demanded while the headmaster, who hadn't seen Terry yet, walked over to the destroyed scarecrows he and his students had been firing at.

"Doctor, can you hear me?" Terry called in her mind… only to be met by utter silence. A throb of pain shot through her hearts, much more poignant than Terry had expected. But she shook off the pain and the loneliness as she instead addressed John aloud.

"I'm Terry Storm." Terry told John, who was becoming increasingly white-faced as he stared at her. Like he recognized her. Assuming it was his subconscious that knew her and was confusing him, Terry added urgently, "But never mind that for now. Right now, we have to move-"

"Stand to!" The headmaster bellowed as he ran back toward the group when footsteps sounded on the gravel road ahead.

The boys all cocked their guns at once while the headmaster stopped in his tracks when he saw Terry.

"Who the hell are you?" He asked incredulously when someone gasped. The headmaster turned in bewilderment to see a little girl with a red balloon walking into the yard.

The headmaster squinted before he asked, "It's the Cartwright girl, isn't it? Come here. Come to me."

He gestured toward the girl quickly, but Terry interrupted sharply, "Don't call her here, you idiot!"

"I beg your pardon?" The man turned to Terry angrily. "Just who do you think you are, missy?"

"I'm the only person here who knows what we're dealing with, so you'd do well to shut up and listen to me." Terry shot back just as Martha came running with the matron behind her.

"Mr. Rocastle!" Martha called as she joined Terry's side. "Please, don't go near that little girl."

"You were told to be quiet." Mr. Rocastle snapped before he turned to glare at Terry. "A lesson you look like you could learn too, young lady."

"Should I also curtsy and leave you to die?" Terry asked sarcastically.

Mr. Rocastle turned red but Martha cut in.

"Terry, not helping. Mr. Rocastle," the companion beseeched. "Please, just listen to me. That little girl, she's part of it. Matron, tell him."

Martha gestured for Matron to speak and the woman stuttered, "I think that- I don't know. I think you should stay back, Headmaster."

"See?" Terry asked and Mr. Rocastle looked like he was going to burst a vein. Martha grabbed Terry's shoulder.

"Angel." She reprimanded. Terry folded her arms crossly while Martha turned to John next for help.

"Mr. Smith?"

John hesitated, glancing at Terry often like he was convinced either he or she was crazy, but he agreed in a faltering voice, "She was, she was with, with Baines in the village."

The headmaster turned to John in exasperation. "Mr. Smith, I've seen many strange sights this night, but there is no cause on God's Earth that would allow me to see this child in the field of battle, sir."

"That's because your experience is limited to your God's Earth." Terry interrupted sharply. "But trust me, there are plenty of things you couldn't even dream of, and I can tell you based on the many strange sights I've seen over the course of my life that if you go to that little girl, you will die."

"Let me tell you something, young lady." Mr. Rocastle barked, glaring at Terry. "I am not going to stand here and be lectured at by a some she-devil who has clearly not learnt to hold her tongue, and I am most certainly not going to leave a child out on a battlefield!"

He gestured to John. John grabbed Terry's arm reluctantly, and for someone who was supposed to guard her he kept a wide bearth.

Meanwhile, the headmaster turned back to the little girl and he called encouragingly, "Come with me."

The child smiled. "You're funny."

Not realizing the danger he was putting himself in, the headmaster nodded as he walked closer to the child. "That's right. Now take my hand."

The little girl smiled and she repeated,"So funny."

And with that, she produced a ray gun. Terry abruptly lunged and she pushed the headmaster out of the way just in time as the little girl shot her gun. The laster hit the stone wall in front of the school yard, vaporizing it instantly. The headmaster gaped while Terry hurriedly got to her feet while the child's eyes widened.

"Time Lord." She whispered, instantly on the alert.

"Doc- that is, Mr. Smith, get the boys to retreat." When no one moved, Terry yelled, "Now!"

John jumped into action at last. "Hutchinson, lead the way. The rest of you, retreat in an orderly fashion back through the school."

"But, sir…" Hutchinson started in protest while Terry hauled up the headmaster.

But the little girl was moving toward Terry and John ordered sharply, "I said, lead the way."

"No time, RUN!" Terry yelled as she grabbed John's hand and hauled him with her as she ran just before Baines entered the yard.

"Time Lord!" Baines bellowed as he joined his sister, who was trying to move quickly in her borrowed human body.

But Terry was already escaping with the boys who ran helter-skelter with her and John all while Martha screamed at them, "Come on!"

"Soldiers!" Baines roared as he started to follow Terry but he was already too far behind. "Reanimate!"

"What's he doing?" Martha gasped and Terry answered grimly, "Calling the scarecrows back to life."

"What?" Matron gasped, stumbling in her shock.

"Joan!" John cried, pulling out of Terry's grip to reach for the other woman.

Terry stumbled too as a result, although it had nothing to do with John's abrupt movement and everything to do with how it tore her hearts at John's actions. But Terry tried to ignore the pain, even despite the sudden stinging in her eyes, as she yelled at the boys, "Keep running!"

The boys didn't need to be told twice as they ran about the building. The animated scarecrows were right behind them, chasing them as the boys all scattered about the buildings while trying to fall into their retreat pattern.

"She tried to kill me." Mr. Rocastle gasped and Terry groaned.

"Yes, yes, a little girl, get over it and run!"

By some miracle, Terry and the other adults managed to reach the stable block just as the first of the boys started to streak in.

"Let's go. Quick as you can." John urged as he shooed the boys through the doors.

"Don't go into the village!" Terry warned. "It's not safe."

The boys nodded as they all ran by with Terry and Martha repeating their warnings so none of the boys would accidentally go toward the danger. As the last of the boys that had made it so far ran past them, John turned to the females.

"And you, ladies!"

"Not till we've got the boys out." Matron refused, looking back toward the school. John shut the stable doors behind the last of the boys and he started to argue, but suddenly there were more boys coming their way including Hutchinson.

John quickly opened the doors and let the boys pass. With them gone, he returned to the women and he ordered, "Now, I insist. The three of you, just go. If there are any more boys inside, I'll find them."

"I will too." Mr. Rocastle said determinedly while Terry shook her head at John.

"Over my dead-" Terry started when John opened the door. And revealed a host of scarecrows.

"Doctor!" Terry yelled while Mr. Rocastle screamed as he was grabbed by the scarecrows. "No!"

Terry reached for the other man but one of the scarecrows snapped his neck and the man was lost to them. John slammed the door shut again, locking it for safe measure.

"I think, retreat!" John said urgently.

"Couldn't agree more." Terry answered as she grabbed Martha's hand and together, they ran for the hills. Literally.

They had just managed to duck into the bushes on the very edge of the school grounds at the bottom of the hill, when they heard Clarke shouting in a sing-song voice.

"Doctor!"

The group stopped and peeked out of the bushes to see Clarke standing outside the school… with the Tardis behind him.

"Come back, Doctor." Clarke mocked while Terry grimaced.

John meanwhile shifted uneasily and both Martha and Matron placed their hands on his arms comfortingly, sensing his distress. Although Matron had no idea why or what significance the blue box had. Terry meanwhile closed her hands into tight fists at seeing the Tardis being held hostage. There was going to be hell to pay for that.

"Come home. You and your friend. Come and claim your prize."

Baines and Jenny had joined him by now, and Baines called out derisively, "Out you come, Doctor. There's a good boy. You and your friend - Angel, wasn't it? Come to the Family."

"Time to end it now." Jenny added.

The Family continued to shout their taunts into the air while the four in the bushes whispered amongst each other.

"You recognize it, don't you?" Martha asked urgently, gesturing at the Tardis.

"I've never seen it in my life." John protested. But his eyes betrayed him as he stared in horror at the Tardis, unable to tear his eyes away.

"Do you remember its name?" Martha urged.

John frowned and he looked like he was going to deny it again, but Matron leaned in to say sadly, "I'm sorry, John, but you wrote about it. The blue box. You dreamt of a blue box."

"I'm not…" John shook his head and his voice started breaking. "I'm John Smith. That's all I want to be. John Smith, with his life… and his job," he looked at Matron despairingly, "and his love."

Terry tried not to show any reaction but she knew she'd failed. Martha squeezed her hand while Matron eyed her suddenly warily and John backed away from Terry.

"No. I don't know you." He cried, his guilt and confusion painted across his face.

"I know." Terry said quietly. John stared at her, his expression growing increasingly desperate.

"Why can't I be John Smith? Isn't he a good man?" He almost begged.

"Yes. Yes, he is." Matron soothed. John fixated on her, looking at her like she was a port in a storm.

"Why can't I stay?" He pleaded.

Terry turned her head away while Martha whispered, "But we need the Doctor."

She looked at Terry for help. But the Time Lady refused to say anything else especially as John stared at Martha then Terry, his eyes growing wilder.

"What am I, then? Nothing? I'm just a story?"

And then, as if it were too much, he turned and ran. Matron followed quickly while Martha pressed her lips as she held back tears. Turning back to Terry, Martha saw the expression on the Time Lady's face and she hugged her friend tightly.

"It's okay, Terry. He'll come back." Martha comforted and Terry shook her head.

"Only if he chooses it."

"And he will." Martha insisted, refusing to even contemplate the alternative. "The Doctor will always come back, especially for you."

"Not if he never remembers he's the Doctor, Martha." Terry sighed. Martha's eyes widened in alarm at that but Terry just shrugged out of Martha's arms.

"Come on, we can't let him get too far without us."

She ran after John and Terry heard Martha hurrying to follow. But she didn't slow down, unable to bear any more. She'd almost caught up to John by the time Martha caught up. And so it was in silence that the group walked down a shadowy country lane. But when they made to go down a separate path, Matron called after them.

"This way." She started down a different path.

Seeing the others had simply paused to stare after her in confusion, Matron explained, "I think I know somewhere we can hide."

"We've got to keep going." John answered a little sharply.

But Matron was just as stern. "Just listen to me for once, John. Now, follow me."

She walked off and Terry followed her without a word. Martha followed Terry and John trailed behind them reluctantly. Martha kept glancing at the Time Lady worriedly but Terry wasn't ready to say anything more. Not yet. So she avoided Martha's pleading eyes that asked her to promise things were going to be okay. Except, Terry couldn't promise that. Not when she wasn't entirely certain herself.

At last they reached what looked like an abandoned cottage and they all slowed down, panting for breath.

"Oh, here we are." Matron huffed as they arrived. She held her side. "It should be empty. Oh, it's a long time since I've run that far."

"But who lives here?" Martha wondered.

"If I'm right, no one." Matron replied as Terry walked on ahead, in better shape than the other woman.

Terry pushed the door open and she poked her head in before she swung the door open wide for the others.

"Come on, it's empty."

The others entered more warily behind her while Terry looked around the dark house. She saw the table set for four and the tea that had remained untouched, and Terry looked away. Yet more lives she hadn't been able to save.

"No one home." Matron murmured in relief as she looked around and saw the same empty seats as Terry. "We should be safe here."

John closed the door behind them while Martha wondered, "Whose house is it, though?"

Matron hesitated.

"Er, the Cartwrights." The woman admitted guiltily. "That little girl at the school, she's Lucy Cartwright, or she's taken Lucy Cartwright's form. If she came home this afternoon and if the parents tried to stop their little girl, then they were vanished."

And that was why, no matter how much Terry wanted to, she couldn't dislike Joan. The woman genuinely cared about the school boys and she was clever. Under other circumstances, and if she wasn't at heart a homebody, she might even have been a companion for John. Terry sighed to herself while Matron reached out to touch the teapot.

"Stone cold." She stepped back and mused aloud, "How easily I accept these ideas."

John on the other hand had walked around the once cosy sitting room rather dejectedly. The rest all stood for a moment in silence while John sat down on a chair, staring into space.

"I must go to them," John blurted out suddenly. " Before anyone else dies."

"You can't." Matron replied at once, her tone firm.

"They won't stop just because they have you." Terry agreed grimly. "If they get you, they get an enormous power. Nothing in the universe will be able to stop them if that happens."

John's eyes filled with tears and Terry averted her gaze. Matron meanwhile pursed her lips as she surveyed Terry.

"Or you, correct?" She asked. At Terry's somewhat surprised expression, Matron explained curtly, "When they had that box, they called for you and this 'doctor'."

"And me." Terry allowed with a shrug.

"And who exactly are you?" Matron asked a tad sharply. "That you bring such horrors with you?"

"I'm Terry Storm." Terry answered coolly, gazing back at the other woman sternly. "And I didn't bring the Family with me. They located the Doctor despite him taking measures to hide from them. I'm just here to help him."

"Help him how?" Matron demanded. "What can we do?"

"We need the watch." Martha started to explain but John suddenly spoke up again.

"You say you're here to help him." John glared darkly at Terry, who kept her face emotionless. "But help how, exactly? You couldn't even stop them earlier. You don't have any weapons. What can you possibly do against them? Or is your idea of 'helping' the same as Martha's? To get rid of me? I'm not some, some illusion to be made to appear and disappear as you like!"

He suddenly shouted, his hands curled into angry fists as he looked at Terry with hatred in his eyes.

'It's not him.' Terry reminded herself, trying not to feel the way her hearts broke with every word he said to her. 'This is John Smith. He's a normal man in love with another woman. He doesn't know you and he doesn't know why he's being targeted. Of course he's scared.'

If only her hearts would listen.

"Don't talk to her like that!" Martha cried before Terry could control herself enough to trust herself to speak. "Terry's special to the Doctor, to you-!"

"I don't know her!" John shouted but Martha yelled back, "You dreamt of her, I know you did!"

"Wrong!" John snapped back. "I might have had strange dreams that had women popping up in them, but it was a different woman each time!"

"Oh, let me guess - it was always one of three women." Martha said sarcastically before she waved at Terry impatiently. "They're all her! It's what you and Terry can do, you can, can change your appearance. So all those times you dreamt, it was of her!"

John's lips parted in shock while Martha continued to shout at him, "And don't pretend that you don't recognize her as one of the three women. I saw the way you looked at Terry when she appeared, you knew her from your dreams. And the reason is that the Doctor, the real you deep inside, could never ever forget his angel!"

Silence followed Martha's outburst. A silence that was interrupted by a knock on the front door.

Martha whirled around to stare at the door while Terry started toward it. Matron grasped her arm, stopping her, and she asked in an alarmed but low voice, "What if it's them?"

"If you were chasing someone down and you were made of straw, would you knock?" Terry countered.

Matron slowly let her go and Terry opened the door to reveal Tim Latimer. He looked taken aback to see her but spotting Martha coming up behind Terry, the boy relaxed slightly.

"I brought you this." Tim said urgently, holding out his hand.

Terry took the fob watch while Martha said in a tone of sheer relief, "Thanks."

As soon as Terry's hand closed around the watch, she could hear him.

"Angel..." The Doctor's voice whispered. Terry closed her eyes momentarily, feeling the warmth wash over her just at his voice, before she moved to let Tim inside.

"Thank you." She murmured to the boy.

He looked at her oddly but nodded, while Martha took Terry's hand and held up the watch toward John. The man shot to his feet and walked quickly away, trying to get as far from the watch as possible while Martha tried to drag Terry closer.

"Hold it." Martha urged as she held the watch up higher for him.

"I won't." John refused, his eyes wild with terror just at the sight of the watch that had seemed to haunt him during his time at the school.

"Please, just hold it." Martha begged, dragging Terry a step closer. "Angel, come on."

But Terry was reluctant to move any closer to the man who looked like a deer in headlights. Tim however piped up helpfully, "It told me to find you. It wants to be held."

Matron turned to the boy in confusion. "You've had this watch all this time? Why didn't you return it?"

"Because it was waiting." Tim explained. He then glanced at John as he added, "Then, because I was so scared… of the Doctor."

"Why?" Matron asked with a frown.

Martha meanwhile let Terry go, also looking at Tim in surprise while John's face twisted with shock as Tim elaborated, "Because… I've seen him."

He stepped forwards slowly, approaching John hesitantly.

"He's… like fire and ice and rage. He's like the night and the storm in the heart of the sun."

"Stop it." John said between grit teeth, but Tim continued.

"He's ancient and forever. He burns at the centre of time and he can see the turn of the universe."

"Stop it! I said stop it." John barked, his voice breaking as he physically buckled under Tim's words.

But Tim had one last thing to add.

"And… he's wonderful." Tim breathed.

Martha smiled a little at that. Terry meanwhile had moved to the windows as John stared at Tim in shock. He was breathing heavily, and it only grew worse as despair started to crash over him when Tim continued to stare at him with a mixture of awe and apprehension.

Matron finally broke the quiet as she rummaged in her dress.

"I've still got this." She withdrew a book from her skirts. "The journal."

John glanced at the familiar notebook and he argued, "Those are just stories."

"Now we know that's not true." Matron rebutted softly. "Perhaps there's something in here."

A sudden bang made them all jump just as a light flashed outside, illuminating them all in an odd orange glow. The entire cottage shook and the group all looked around wildly.

"What the hell?" Martha asked, instantly on alert.

Terry was already looking out the window and Martha joined her. The others followed, and they all gasped as they saw fireballs raining down on earth, just a little way away, hitting the village like bombs.

Realization hit them and Matron said in horror, "They're destroying the village."