The Thirteenth Doctor, Yasmin Khan, Ryan Sinclair and Graham O'Brien step out of the TARDIS and soon walk into a village that is not what they have come for. The people who surround them are dressed in early 17th Century rustic clothing.
"I'm sure it's somewhere around here." The Doctor murmurs as she looks about her. She's distracted by a familiar presence in her mind, one she only felt with other Time Lords and a couple of others.
"Come on, Doc, admit it." Graham says. He looks around him in annoyance.
"I dunno what you mean." The Doctor insists though she knows what he means.
Graham looks at her in disbelief. "Well, look at it! This ain't the coronation of Elizabeth the First, is it?"
"It's like a street party." Ryan observes as he takes in the gathering crowd and multiple stands. "Ye olde hipster pop-up happening."
"The TARDIS is being a bit stubborn at exact readings." The Doctor defends as they walk into the crowd. A woman hands Graham a tankard, and nobody is taking a bit of notice of their strange clothing.
"So where are we?" Yaz asks. But the Doctor gets distracted and doesn't answer her.
"Apple bobbing!" She cries as she runs over to it. "I love apple bobbing." The Doctor sticks her head in the barrel of water to get an apple with her teeth.
"Is this Halloween?" Yaz asks the boy minding the stand.
The boy looks at her confused. "No. It's Sunday."
"Yeah, but what's the party for?"
"We do this every Sunday."
"Oh, Happy Sunday." The Doctor says through the apple in her mouth before taking a bite.
"Northern accent. We must be close to home." Graham murmurs to the group.
An older man with a white beard rings a handbell and everyone stops to listen. "Mistress Savage demands your presence. The ceremony will begin." He announces. The people quietly follow.
"Anybody else missing the party vibe all of a sudden?" Graham remarks.
"Come on." The Doctor says and follows the people with her companions following.
As the travellers join the tail end of the villagers, a mysterious masked figure dressed in high-quality black clothes watches them go.
"Where are they all going?" Yaz asks.
The Doctor turns to them, walking backwards. "Whatever this is, I need you all to remember the most important thing about dips into the past. Do not interfere with the fundamental fabric of history."
"Even if something's not right?"
"Yep. And judging by the vibe here, something is definitely not right."
The mysterious figure watches from behind a tree.
Yasmin goes up to a girl who is crying as she walks. "Are you okay? Can you tell us what's going on here?" The girl hurries away.
—
The villagers and the time travellers reach the river to see an old woman chained to the branching end, which forms a handy seat and two arms, of a long tree trunk, swung out over the water and balanced on a fulcrum. An elegantly dressed woman ascends a small pulpit flanked by men in leather armour.
Graham notices a hill in the distance and points to it. "Guys, that's Pendle Hill. We're in Lancashire."
The elegantly dressed woman speaks to the crowd assembling on the other bank of the river. "People of Bilehurst Cragg, we are forced to meet here once again. Satan stalks this land. We must continue to root him out, and do whatever it takes to save the soul of our village. Let us put the accused to the test."
"Granny...!" The crying girl from earlier cries out.
"Hush, Willa." The old woman calls back.
"It's a witch trial." The Doctor realises.
"Old Mother Twiston." The woman on the pulpit continues.
"Must be early 17th century." The Doctor murmurs.
"You stand accused of witchcraft, and shall be tried by my ducking stool, hewn from the mightiest tree on Pendle Hill. If you drown, you are innocent. If you survive, you are a witch, and shall be hanged."
"Duck the witch!" A villager cries.
"This is way too dark for me." Ryan says fearfully.
Yaz turns to the woman next to her. "We've got to do something, Doctor."
"Ah, the Doc said don't interfere." Graham argues. "You said don't interfere, right?" Yet the Doctor's face is conflicted.
"Don't cry, Willa. I will still be with you." Old Mother Twiston calls.
"I will still be with you." Willa repeats. "In the water…"
"In the fire."
"In the air."
"In the earth."
"Duck the witch!" The woman on the pulpit orders.
"Duck the witch! Duck the witch!"
The human time travellers look around at the crowd fearfully.
"Doctor." Yaz calls distressed.
There's a splash and Old Mother Twiston is under.
"Granny!" Willa cries fearfully.
The Doctor can't take it anymore and takes off her coat and hands it to Ryan. "Meet me on the other side!" She yells. The Doctor goes to dive into the river but before she can, a familiar light brown haired woman goes into the water and swims towards where Old Mother Twiston has been ducked.
"Is that—" Graham begins to say.
"Quick other side. She might need help." The Doctor yells. She begins running.
"Over the bridge! Run!" Yaz yells as the three companions follow.
"So much for not interfering." Ryan remarks.
"Not interfering Ryan. Helping." The Doctor retorts.
"Who dares interfere with this trial?" The woman on the pulpit growls. "Thirty five witches we have tried, and still Satan surrounds us. We shall not be stopped!"
Old Mother Twiston is hauled onto dry land by the woman who had dived in. The Doctor helps her and then takes in that it's Kathy.
"Kathy!" The Doctor exclaims.
Kathy smiles despite looking cold and wet. "Hi Doctor."
"Doctor, we're here." Yaz calls as she, Graham and Ryan arrive.
"Kathy…" Ryan murmurs in surprise.
"Hi, Ryan." Kathy greets.
"Katherine Davis, you have interfered again and you will be punished!" The woman on the pulpit cries angrily. "The trials are sacred. They are the will of God!"
"Not sorry as always Mistress Savage." Kathy remarks as Yaz crouches down to check on Old Mother Twiston.
"Is she alive?" Willa yells to them from across the water. Yaz checks for a pulse in her neck and shakes her head.
The Doctor looks at Willa. "I'm sorry."
"Now we have no way of knowing if Mother Twiston was a witch or not. Guards, whip these wanderers off this bank, and then seize Willa Twiston and Katherine Davis. We can take no chances." Mistress Savage orders as she steps off the pulpit.
The Doctor steps forward at the order and the guards point their weapons at her. "Leave them alone. I'd bet my life neither of these women are witches. But you, Mistress Savage are, without question, a murderer." She declares.
Mistress Savage looks aghast. "Who are you to address me this way?"
"I'll tell you who I am." The Doctor checks her trouser pockets then realises it's not there and turns to search her coat. Her strong attitude is gone and instead is showing her more clumsy and chaotic side. "Sorry, one sec." She holds the psychic paper up.
"Witchfinder General?" Mistress Savage reads, shocked.
"That's right. Witchfinder General, with my crack team, taking over this village." The Doctor declares. "Right, gang?" The three companions stand there confused and shocked.
Graham is the first to recover. "Yeah, cos you are in special measures."
"And Kathy is part of the team. She was sent ahead." Yaz quickly adds. She receives an appreciated smile from Kathy.
"Now do you recognise our authority?" The Doctor questions.
Mistress Savage drops into a very small curtsey. "I do beg your pardon, Mistress Witchfinder. Please, come to my home. We must talk in private." The guards sheathe their swords.
"If you swear not to hurt that girl, or anyone else." The Doctor demands.
"If that is your wish, you have the command."
"Everybody, go home. This trial is over." The Doctor calls to the crowd.
"I have to bury her." Willa says.
The masked figure has seen everything.
—
Kathy walks with the fam, as they will call themselves, towards Becka Savage's home.
"What are you doing here?" The Doctor asks.
"I arrived here a couple years ago when suddenly Becka Savage begins hunting down innocent women like no tomorrow. Had to stick around." Kathy remarks.
"Seems reasonable." Graham comments.
Kathy realises that while this group of companions have met her, she needs to check how much they know about her. "Nice to meet you guys by the way. Have I explained who I am yet?"
"Yeah, part Human, Time Lord and Apalapucian as well as being from a different dimension." Ryan speaks.
"The Doctor has also met ya at different points in your life and so will we." Yaz adds.
"Good."
"One of her grandparents came from my planet and was a school mate." The Doctor adds.
Graham is shocked. "How? She doesn't look a day older than you."
"They're different species to us Graham." Yaz points out. "I'm sure she works differently."
"She's right and right now I have haven't met you three before and I haven't seen this Doctor's face." Kathy says.
They begin walking up to the hall below Pendle Hill and the Doctor picks up her pace to catch up with Becka.
"Please forgive me, Mistress." Becka apologises. "If I'd known who you were, I'd have bowed to your authority immediately."
"So tell me. Who exactly are you, and what gives you authority here?" The Doctor questions.
"I am Becka Savage, landowner of Bilehurst Cragg. It belonged to my late husband, passed to me when he died." Becka explains. "I've tried to be a benevolent leader but it's very difficult in these times, especially for a woman."
"If you're the landowner, why are you walking? Where are the horses?" The Doctor asks.
"Horses are banned in Bilehurst. They are creatures of Satan. I had them all shot." Becka explains. The Doctor slows down, letting Becka get ahead and the rest of them catch up.
"Hey, Doc." Graham says. "I've done the old Pendle Witches Walking Trail. Nobody ever mentioned Bilehurst Cragg. Never heard of it. And she's killed thirty five people."
"Thirty six now." Ryan corrects.
"Yeah."
"Maybe she wipes this whole place off the map." Ryan suggests.
"We're going to find out what happened, and how we can make her stop." The Doctor declares. "And that hall looks like the best place to start."
"Not the only place." Yaz points out. "I want to find that girl who's just lost her gran."
Kathy nods. "We'll deal with Her Ladyship, if you go do some family liaison." She decides. "We'll meet you in a bit. Hopefully by then I'll be a bit dry."
—
Kathy warms herself by the fire. The Doctor does the same as she had gotten a bit damp herself when helping to pull out Willa's grandmother.
"I hope the fire has warmed you. Some wine?" Becka offers.
"No. So, your witch trials have become a weekly event, with a village celebration?" The Doctor asks to confirm she's right.
"Any moment where a witch is uncovered and Satan driven out has to be cause for a celebration. We will not stop until that work is done." Becka declares. Kathy sees Ryan's expression and realises this all must be strange and terrifying to someone not used to this.
"You keep saying Satan. But how is Satan manifesting himself here?"
"Apparently Satan is blighting the crops. Bewitching animals. Plaguing people with fits, sickness and visions." Kathy explains disbelievingly.
"If that's all Satan, where do the witches come into it?" Ryan asks.
"They are in league with him." Becka explains as if it is obvious. "Kill the witches, defeat Satan. As King James has written in his new Bible, thou shalt not suffer a witch to live."
"In the Old Testament. There's a twist in the sequel. Love thy neighbour. Which is why we've come." The Doctor says. "To help you fix your problems without killing anyone. That's what King James would want." The door opens and a mysterious figure enters. Kathy groans internally, great the nitwit has arrived.
"What is the meaning of this?" Becka demands to know.
The man removes his cape and hat. "Madam, I have come to your rescue." The figure then removes his mask to reveal the king.
"King James! Your Majesty." Becka does a deep curtsy. The Scottish King, 6th of that name, although the First of England. Kathy curtsies herself while the Doctor does a quick bob, Graham stands from his seat on the window ledge and Ryan quickly bows.
"You may prostrate yourselves before me, God's chosen ruler and Satan's greatest foe come to vanquish the scourge of witchcraft across the land." King James crows. "Forgive the mask. I have enemies everywhere and have to travel incognito. Also, I rather like the drama." He does a little giggle and Becka joins him shakily. King James turns to the Doctor, Graham and Ryan. "What a peculiar ragbag of folks. And those garments. Are you actors?"
"We're your witchfinders, sire, as we explained to Mistress Savage." The Doctor holds out the psychic paper.
"Witchfinder's Assistant." King James reads. He turns to Graham. "So, you must be the Witchfinder General."
"What?" The Doctor whines. She stares at her psychic paper as if to find an explanation. Graham looks startled by the declaration. Kathy simply rolls her eyes. It seems to be a habit now.
"No, she said she was." Becka corrects.
King James laughs. "A woman could never be the General."
Kathy does a quick chuckle. "How silly of her. Eh, Doctor?" She nudges the Doctor to get her attention. She can't help but notice that she and the Doctor are for once similar in height.
The Doctor does a light laugh. "Yes. Must've got all confused." She grits her teeth through the next sentence. "Mustn't I, boss?"
Graham snaps to attention. "Er, yeah, that's me, sire. North West Division, promoted from Essex." He explains.
"And these are your underlings." King James gestures to Kathy, Ryan and the Doctor. They give Graham sharp looks.
"It's a very flat team structure. We all have our areas of expertise." Graham quickly corrects. Kathy gives Graham a pleased smile.
"Even the wee lassies?" Kathy is finding it quite funny being lumped in with the Doctor as the females. She's glad the Doctor is getting a feel of it though she recalls that other female version of the Doctor that is an iteration of the Doctor either from a distant past before the beginning of the series or from a future that hasn't occurred yet on this timeline. Honestly, Kathy is confused about all that.
"Even us." The Doctor says exasperated.
"Very handy undercover. Set a woman to catch a woman." Kathy confirms.
"A cunning ruse," King James compliments but Kathy knows it won't turn out that way, "using your innate aptitude for nosiness and gossip." And she's right. Graham grimaces while the Doctor looks outraged.
King James turns to Ryan. "And what is your field of expertise, my Nubian prince?" Kathy can't help but interrupt his tone and body language as flirtatious or a simpler fascination with his different skin colour. Kathy winces. It almost feels like Martha and Will all over again.
"Er..." Ryan stumbles.
"Torture?"
"Me? Er... paperwork mostly, Your Majesty." Ryan quickly says.
"Paper! How fascinating." King James exclaims. "We should talk." He then quickly turns to Becka. "But first, Madam, word has reached me of your battle against Satan, your crusade against witchcraft. But what I saw today convinced me you need assistance."
"That's what we've just been saying." The Doctor eagerly pipes up.
"Hold your tongue, lassie. Stick to snooping and leave the strategy to your King. This is no time for the weak." King James puts down. "Satan preys on the innocent, even while they sleep. Together, we must purify your land, starting with the grandchild of the witch you tried today. A fine plan, is it not?"
"A genius plan, Your Majesty. Together we shall save the souls of my people from Satan, even if it means killing them all." Becka happily agrees.
—
The Doctor, Kathy, Graham and Ryan head up the stairs and onto the corridor to, at Kathy's suggestion, investigate the rooms upstairs.
"Becka wasn't kidding. These are hard times for women. If we're not being drowned, we're being patronised to death." The Doctor grumbles.
"Now you know how I feel." Kathy remarks. She had always liked how the Doctor got a taste for what it's like.
"Any hints you got for me?" The Doctor asks.
"Why Becka is going on this crusade and why she killed Willa's grandmother isn't because of witchcraft. She has a secret. Something alien." Kathy says.
"Which is right up my alley." The Doctor replies. "Ah, Becka's bedroom. In here, quick."
They dart inside to find a nice four-poster with embroidered curtains.
"We are going to help them though, right, Doc? I mean, otherwise this place won't exist by the morning. Not now those two have hit it off. I don't know who's more barking." Graham probes.
Kathy opens a book and shows the Doctor that it's a copy of King James' Daemonologie by her bedside. The Doctor then spits a suspiciously large pile of tissues.
"A dozen hankies. That's a lot." The Doctor observes as she has a feel.
"Maybe she cries herself to sleep." Ryan suggests.
"Depends on whether she actually feels guilty about all the murder she's committing." Kathy replies.
"Don't worry, Graham." The Doctor says to her eldest companion. "We're staying here and sorting it, even if Kathy and I are just women." She sounds irritated by the end of that sentence.
"Well, to be fair to King James, you both are snooping." Graham points out. The Doctor and Kathy go into an alcove which has a curtain fastened back - Becka's 'toilette' - and sniff the contents of small bottles. They stick their heads out, offended by Graham's comment.
"We're investigating!" Kathy argues. "You two look as well. No use just standing there."
Graham rolls his eyes while Ryan just glances around and calls, "Hey, missed a bit." The Doctor and Kathy emerge to see Ryan pull a woodsman's axe out from under the bed. "Whoa. This Becka is seriously paranoid, man."
Yaz bursts in causing them all to jump and Ryan to nearly swing the axe.
"Here you are!" Yaz exclaims. "I've been creeping round this place looking for you. I found that girl Willa at her granny's grave doing some kind of ritual, and the next thing I know, this big kind of mud tendril thing attacked her."
"Mud tendril?" The Doctor asks.
"Right, yes. That's an issue." Kathy remarks.
"Coming up out of the ground. I had to smash it to pieces. Got it all over me." Yaz says.
"Part of the mystery with Becka?" The Doctor asks Kathy.
"Yep, along with the tissues and the bottle."
"And just the one mud tendril?" The Doctor asks Yaz. "How big? And when you say ritual, do you mean like a spell? Like she conjured it up?"
"She was scared of it. Whatever it was, it wasn't friendly."
The Doctor scans the mud splatters on Yasmin's jeans. "Just seems to be like good, old-fashioned Lancashire mud."
"Doctor, it's important we go to see Willa. She can help us a lot with understanding what's going on here." Kathy says telepathically.
The Doctor nods. "Okay, here's the plan. Yaz, Kathy and me need to check out that mud and talk to Willa." She turns to Graham and Ryan. "You two, stick with Becka and King James. Keep them here. Make sure they don't kill anyone else."
"King James?" Yaz asks confused.
"It's a long story."
"We'll explain on the way." Kathy adds. The three women move to leave.
The Doctor turns to the other two. "Remember, no more witch hunts."
—
They reach the village to Willa leaving her cottage with some belongings.
"Willa?" Yaz calls. "My name's Yaz, this is the Doctor. Where are you going?"
"As far away from here as I can." Willa fearfully replies.
"We don't blame you. But before you do, can we talk to you first?" Kathy asks. Wills looks unsure. "Please, we've known each other a couple years now."
"We're not witchfinders. We just want to find out exactly what's going on here, and maybe we can fix things." The Doctor adds.
"Can you help us, Willa? Because we want to help you." Yaz persuades.
Willa agrees and brings them inside the cottage. There are bottles, dried herbs, a balance scale, a small cauldron and candles burning all over the place.
"Wow!" The Doctor exclaims as she bends down to analyse them. "Are these all yours?"
"They were my grandmother's. Katherine helped a few times. My grandmother made medicines to help people." Willa explains. "She wasn't a witch. Everyone knows that."
"So why did Becka Savage target her?" Yaz asks.
"Maybe she was ashamed of the woman who brought her up."
The Doctor spins around, away from the shelves she'd been looking at, in surprise. "Wait. You and Becka are family? No wonder Kathy said we should chat with ya."
"Cousins. Raised by their grandmother. Becka later went on to marry the land owner of Bilehurst Cragg, married up." Kathy informs them.
Willa nods. "Left us all behind. Still, I thought we'd be safe when the witch hunts started. Then it just got worse and worse. Everyone turning on each other. Granny said it was only a matter of time before they turned on us. I didn't believe her."
Willa makes some tea and hands it to them. "Here. Granny's special tea. It soothes the soul. Unless you think I'm a witch." The Doctor, Kathy and Yaz take the proffered pottery mugs. Kathy happily gulps at it having tried it before and enjoys it.
"Are you not having any?" The Doctor asks when she sees Willa doesn't hold a mug in her hands.
"I feel too sick." Willa replies.
"Do you mind if I check you over? Don't worry, I am a doctor." The Doctor pulls out her sonic and it whirrs. Kathy looks at it in interest as she hasn't seen this iteration of the sonic in person yet. She quietly herself has checked Willa and her grandmother multiple times with her own sonic without them knowing m. She doesn't know why, it's like something was telling her she needed to.
"What's that?"
"Er, specialist equipment." The Doctor runs her sonic over Willa.
"That movement in the mud. It was Satan, wasn't it?" Willa comments.
"I doubt it. Not a big believer in Satan." The Doctor says.
"My granny used to say there was enough wonder in nature without making things up."
"I like your granny." The Doctor looks at her sonic for the results. "Completely normal. No magic, and no signs of any sickness." Exactly the same as Kathy has been getting.
"You're wrong."
"I think I know what it is that's making you sick." Yaz realises. Kathy keeps quiet as she knows that not only is it important for the current challenge but also for Yaz. "I had it at my school, where I am from. When Izzy Flint turned the whole class against me. Every day I'd wake up, feeling this... dread. Fear."
"How did you get rid of it?"
"I didn't. I just took it, had the year from hell. When I say hell, I don't literally mean hell, I mean it was really awful. And I told myself when I got bigger, I'd stand up to the Izzy Flints of this world."
"I can't stand up to Becka. She'll have me tried for a witch. What am I meant to do?" Willa argues.
"Seems to me like you have two choices." The Doctor declares. "Run as far away from here as possible, or stick with us. We'll stand up to Becka Savage and we'll make this place safe again."
"How do we do that?"
"Ah! We!" The Doctor exclaims. "That's good, Willa. See? It feels better already. Now, first things first. We need to get a sample of that mud. Oh. Can I use this?" A small glass bottle with a cork stopper. "Want to come with us?"
"Not really."
—
They reach the grave and Kathy and the Doctor make quick work of scanning the mud.
"Just mud." Kathy grumbles. She'd hoped that if she had made a go of it, she would find something more quickly but apparently not.
"No sign of any tendency to tendril." The Doctor agrees. "Shouldn't be disappointed, but I am a bit." She keeps scanning the ground.
"What was that ritual you were doing before the tendril arrived?" Yaz asks Willa.
"A prayer, to help my grandmother rest in peace. I brought her body here, I dug that grave and placed her in it, but I didn't get to finish the prayer." Willa explains.
"We can finish it now, if you like." Yaz offers.
"Yes." Willa moves to do so as the Doctor scoops up some mud into her bottle.
The Doctor has a piece of mud in the bottle. "Right, little sample, what aren't you telling me?" The bit of mud starts leaping around in the bottle. "Whoa! I am no longer disappointed."
"See? The mud is alive." Yaz exclaims excitedly.
"It's not mud though." Kathy tells them.
"Looks pretty angry in there." Yaz observes.
"Yaz..." Willa calls. Kathy turns at the same time Yaz does and jumps at the sight of Willa's granny standing upright despite knowing it was coming.
"Obviously doesn't like being trapped, do you? What are you? Give us a clue." The Doctor continues unaware.
"What's happening?" Willa questions fearfully.
"I think this is some kind of alien matter, but I'm not sure if it's sentient." The Doctor replies.
"Doctor!" Kathy grabs the Time Lady and spins her around.
"Granny!" Willa whimpers.
"That is not your granny, Willa." Kathy says.
"Yes, it is." Willa insists.
"No, that's the... not mud. It's re-animating her body. Almost sentient." Kathy corrects. Can't exactly throw the whole Morax at the girl without more explanation. It also might anger the Morax and they'll enact their plan earlier than they are ready for.
"I am so sorry for this, Willa." The Doctor cautiously approaches not Granny. "Hi, Not Willa's Granny. I presume you're just using the body to give whatever you are form. Better than tendrils, right? But really not right. Not cool."
"Is that why it went after Willa?" Yaz asks.
"Of course. Not to kill her, but to fill her." The Doctor realises. "Oooh, check out my rhymes. Poetry under pressure." Not Granny gurgles and struggles forward frantically. "Oh, what you doing? You want this?" The Doctor holds up the bottle containing the not mud. "It's one of you, is it? Or part of you?" Not Granny makes a grab for the bottle but the Doctor jumps back. "No, no, no, no. Not until you tell us what's going on here." Not Granny's hands have mud spilling out of them and the Doctor grim at the sight. "Urgh, don't like the look of your hands. It's all bubbling away inside you, isn't it?" It reaches for the Doctor. "Oh no, you're not filling me. If you're that desperate for it, here, have it." She tosses the bottle to Not Granny, who gobbles it down. "Oh. Delightful. Down the hatch. I've got so many questions right now, like, did you drink that or absorb it? Are you all one big muddy mass, or separate entities, only taking the one body?"
"Doctor..." Yaz calls. It draws Kathy's attention away from the Doctor to see more mud figures have arrived. She'd forgotten about that. She really shouldn't get distracted by the brand new Doctor in front of her.
"Always good to get fast answers." The Doctor remarks nervously. "No, stay back, please. I've given you the blob. What more do you need?" There's no response. "So annoying when they are silent."
"Witchcraft!" King James calls as he arrives with Ryan, Graham, Becka and his guards.
"Should've known they still wouldn't be able to keep that lot at the house." Kathy grumbles.
"Hi, sire! I know it looks bad, but don't worry. I'm all over it." The Doctor tries to reassure a terrified looking King James.
"Willa Twiston and Katherine Davis were the witches all along. I knew it!" Becka cries accusingly.
"Look listen here!" Kathy exclaims in outrage.
"I'm not. This isn't me, Becka, I swear." Willa pleads for her cousin to listen.
"She's right. It's not her and it's not witchcraft. I'm working it out." The Doctor affirms. She and Kathy scan the mud women. They share a look.
"This is beyond you. Alfonso, shoot them." King James orders.
"Of course, Your Majesty." Alfonso brings out his gun and walks towards the mud women.
"Oh no Alfonso, don't do that!" Kathy rushes forward to try to stop him.
"In the air and in the earth..." Old Mother Twiston, Willa and Becka's granny, says. Her hands reach out towards Alfonso, who is then knocked down by an invisible force. He lies on the floor unmoving.
"Alfonso..." King James murmurs mournfully.
"Now you've made them angry. They're getting stronger. Everybody out of here. Get away from them now!" The Doctor declares.
"We must protect you, sire. Back through the forest." Becka cries.
Everyone flees into the forest.
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A/N: The next part will be coming later this week.