Farah danced across the ice to Reaching For Heaven feeling much lighter than she did in days. Whether it was her almost suicide attempt that had made her realise that she needed to keep going or something else, she didn't know. All she did know is that while her grief was still there, it wasn't crushing her like before.

Meanwhile, in the TARDIS, the Doctor frowned feeling his psychic paper heat up. He took it out and his frown deepened at the very cryptic message written on it.

Farah Galen. Help her

Suddenly the ship jerked violently, shifting to a new course. The Time Lord had to grab the console to stop himself from being thrown to the floor. He caught hold of the scanner as it swung past to see that the ship was heading for an ice rink of all places.

Back at the rink, the 21 year old pulled her arms close to her body as she spun around on the spot. Farah threw them out in the finishing pose just when the song came to a close. The empath laughed, feeling elated. She drifted towards the side where she'd left her stuff on the bench but stopped when she saw a black hooded figure. Suddenly there was a searing pain across the back of her head causing her to cry out. Farah tore her glove off and stared wide eyed as a strange symbol burned into her skin.

She looked up at the figure, fearfully only to scream as it came rushing towards her! Farah spun around and dashed across the ice as fast as she could. The creature shrieked as it grew closer to her and the empath intentionally slipped over, watching as it flew over her head, narrowly missing her. Farah scrambled to her feet and skated in the opposite direction. She'd literally just reached the side and was about to step off when the creature grabbed her, tossing her across the ice. She let out a cry as the being grabbed her by the head, slamming it into the ice, knocking her unconscious.

The creature smirked as it began to feed from the energy that seem to just seep out of the young empath, not that she would know it. The life force from Farah Galen would keep her sated for weeks if not months! Suddenly she halted in her 'feeding' and tore her hands away from the unconscious woman when she heard a sound that she really hoped that she would never hear. "No…it can't be…" she breathed, inadvertently reverting back to her human disguise. One Tanya Barret, a journalist for the BBC. She'd been around long enough to know what the blue police box contained. The Time Lord called the Doctor, the Oncoming Storm. That had been enough to take care during this 'feeding' in order to avoid his wrath. And yet here he was on the exact same day as she marked Farah Galen.

Not wanting to die as she surely would do given what she'd done, Tanya took off. Moments later, the door of the ship was pulled open and the Doctor ran out. He slipped and slid on the ice as he was desperate to get to the young woman. He dropped to his knees and felt for her pulse with a shaking hand. The Doctor let out a relieved breath when found one. She was alive…but barely. The Time Lord carefully gathered the woman up in his arms and headed back to the TARDIS.

He knew that the creature who'd attacked her had escaped and was probably attacking someone else right that second. He didn't care about that though. Not to be cold or anything but Farah's life was currently hanging in the balance and he could not lose her. The mystery sender of the message to his paper wanted him to help her AND the TARDIS was keen to aid the young woman too for she changed course without needing any prompting nor guiding from the Time Lord. If that wasn't any indication that he should help the ginger, he didn't know what was.

When Farah woke next, she was back in her room. She tried to sit up but was stopped by a man in a leather jacket. "You shouldn't move, you're still pretty weak", he said gently.

"W-who are you?" she stammered, very wary of him "h-how did I get here?"

Before the Doctor could answer, Farah's mother appeared "John found you passed out on the ice and brought you home", she explained, setting a mug of tea on the bed side table.

"What about that thing?" ginger questioned, trying to get her head around what she saw "it looked like…like a Dementor" she glanced at the Time Lord "you saw it, right?"

The Doctor shook his head "I'm afraid I didn't", he admitted. If he had seen it, he certainly would've stopped it.

"Honey I think you just imagined it", Kate said softly "you apparently hit your head pretty hard".

"But I saw it!" Farah insisted "it tried to suck the life out of me!"

"Honey…" her mother sighed "nothing tried to hurt you. You got light headed and passed out, that's all".

"It felt so real", empath whispered, glancing down at her hands, frowning at how they were both void of any sort of marks.

"Your mother is right. Nothing attacked you", the Doctor spoke up. He didn't want to lie to her but with her mother present, he had to conceal the truth.

Farah opened her mouth to continue arguing some more but decided against it. Both her mother AND 'John' were adamant that she'd imagined it…so maybe just maybe it was something her mind had conjured up. Why she would imagine something so scary that she'd freak out and very nearly cave her skull in on the ice, she'd never know. "Yeah…maybe I did imagine it" she mumbled "thanks for helping me, John".

"You're welcome", the Doctor said, standing up "I better get going. Take care of yourself, Miss Galen".

"I will", the empath promised. As soon as he was gone, Kate took his place in the chair.

"I want you to take it easy for the next few days, ok sweetheart?" she more stated than asked.

"Don't worry, I won't be running about for a while. Still feel pretty weak at the moment", Farah replied, sitting back against the cushions and picking up the mug. She took as sip and hummed appreciatively as the liquid warmed her body. "Love tea", she remarked.

"Me too", her mother agreed.

Tanya wandered along the street, rather smug. While she couldn't finish off Farah, she had managed to rack up 7 bodies in her 'feeding'. And there was no sigh on the Doctor since the ice rink. Suddenly there was a high pitched noise which made her clap her hands over her ears. The energy vampire cried out, dropping to her knees. She watched in agony as a man with dirty blond hair and long black coat striding towards her, a small sonic like device in his hands. "You shouldn't have hurt her", James said angrily, crouching down to her level "now you're going to pay".

He grabbed Tanya by the arm and dragged her off into the nearest alleyway. Moments later James walked out, alone brushing some sort of ash like substance off his coat.