Angel was visiting Martha in her room for tea, when Jenny appeared. Martha perked up and smiled at her friend. "There you are. Come look what we've got. Mr. Pool didn't want his afternoon tea, so cook said I could have it. And there's enough for three." Jenny remained standing stiffly in the doorway. "What are you standing there for?" Jenny took a strong sniff, reminding Angel of a dog. Martha sat down with Angel, Jenny came to join them at the little table. "Are you all right?" Martha was thinking Jenny might be ill.
"I must have a cold coming on," Jenny replied as she sat down.
"Problem is, I keep thinking about them, but I don't know what to do," Martha said as she poured a cup for Jenny.
"I say leave them be. They've already caught feelings for each other. There's not really much you can do," Angel replied.
"Thinking about who?" Asked Jenny.
"Mr. Smith and Matron, 'cause it's never gonna last, he's gonna leave in a few weeks."
"Why?" Jenny's voice was strong and insquisitive, but her face was devoid of emotion. Angel kept her gaze on Jenny, suspicious.
"It's like his contract comes to an end and she's going to be heartbroken," Martha tried to vaguely explain.
"Leave for where?"
"All sorts of places. Oh, I wish I could tell you, Jenny, but it's complicated," Martha still didn't notice her strange behavior.
"In what way?"
"I just can't."
"It sounds so interesting. Tell me. Tell me now." Jenny's insistence finally alerted Martha to the unfortunate reality that the Jenny in front of her wasn't Jenny at all. She had to be a member of the family of hunters looking for the Doctor. Adrenaline flooded her body, but she had to act calm. How could she get away without raising the alarm?
"Would you like some tea?" She asked politely with a fake smile.
"Yes, thanks."
"I could put a nice bit of gravy in the pot and some mutton. Or sardine and jam, how about that?" She kept her facial expressions as sincere as she could.
"I like the sound of that."
"Right. Hold on a tick. Angel, can you help me with the teapot? I've got to get the kettle going."
"Of course, Martha." The two stood up and walked out as casually as they could. But they tried to get out of sight before Jenny could come after them. The two women dashed away and down the stairs for their escape. Angel came out behind Martha and looked up to the window. Jenny stood there looking like the picture of evil with some kind of gun pointing at Martha. Angel yanked off her psychic damper and knocked the gun just before she shot at Martha, narrowly missing her.
They ladies ran to wake the Doctor. Martha was ahead of Angel and barged into his room first. She interrupted a romantic moment between him and Nurse Redfern. "They've found us!"
"This is ridiculous. Martha, I've warned you." Angel ran in and stood by Martha.
"They've found us and I've seen them! They look like people, like us, like normal. I'm sorry, but you've got to open the watch." She looked at the mantel where it usually sat, but it wasn't there. "Where is it?" She rifled through the other things sitting near where it was. " Oh, my god, where's it gone? Where's the watch?"
"What are you talking about?" John was completely confused.
"You had a watch, a fob watch, right there." Martha's voice raised in frustration.
"Did I? I don't remember."
"I can't think what concern it is of yours." Nurse Redfern tried to dismiss Martha.
"But we need it. Oh, my God, Doctor. We're hiding from aliens and they've got Jenny and they've possessed her or copied her or something, and you've got to tell me, where's the watch?" Martha pleaded with John. Angel started searching the rest of the room, she knew her supposed relationship as his sister would give her more leniency.
"Oh, I see." John looked at the matron, "Cultural differences." The matron's eyes softened in understanding.
"It must be so confusing for you. Martha, this is what we call a story." John held up his diary.
"Oh, you complete… This is not you. This is 1913." She said, pointing all around the man.
"Good, This is 1913." His patronizing sent Martha over the edge.
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry but I've got to snap you out of this." Martha smacked John's face hard with her right hand.
"Martha!" The nurse was stunned.
"Wake up! You're coming back to the TARDIS with us." Angel didn't pay attention, still looking.
"How dare you! I'm not going anywhere with an insane servant. Martha, you are dismissed. You will leave these premises immediately. Now get out!" He dragged Martha out of the room by her arm and slammed the door in her face. Now this got Angel's attention. She glared at him and observed his reaction. "The nerve of it! The absolute cheek! You think I'm a fantasist! What about her?"
"The funny thing is, you did have a fob watch." The matron nodded to the mantel. "Right there. Don't you remember?"
Angel continued to glare at John as she came toe-to-toe with him. "You are the Doctor," she said, emphasizing with her finger pointed, poking his chest with each word. "And I am not your sister." She stormed out of the room.
"Oh! Sorry!" Martha nearly ran into Timothy. His vision suddenly shifted and he saw Martha in strange clothes in a strange place.
"Martha?" He called after. Angel came running shortly after to catch up to Martha.
"Not now Tim, I'm busy." Martha called over her shoulder. She spotted Angel approaching. "Angel!" She waited for Angel to catch up. "Thank you for coming with, two's always better than one."
"Naturally."
Angel and Martha finally reached the TARDIS. Martha ran to check the pockets of the Doctor's jacket. She pulled out his sonic screwdriver.
Some time later, Not-Baines and Not-Jenny kicked in the door to John Smith's room.
"Mr. Smith?" said Not-Baines. They check around for the man in question, but the room is empty. "No one home."
"The maid was definitely hiding something. A secret around this Mr. Smith."
"We both scented him, though, he was plain and simply human." Not-Baines excused him. Not-Jenny sniffed in search for the missing Time Lord. Her head turned unnaturally towards Not-Baines.
"But maybe he knows something." Not-Jenny suggested. "Where is he?" She insisted. Not-Baines turned his neck almost impossibly at the thought. His light eyes shined bright and wide.
"She's infatuated. You're a dangerous man." Nurse Redfern decided to give her input on the situation in a lighthearted manner.
"You've taken my arm in public," John responded.
"I'm very scared," the matron said in jest. Timothy hid while observing the pair.
"Spare a penny for the veterans of the Crimea, sir?" The veteran at the door held out a bowl to take donations. When the couple passed through the entrance, the veteran turned to face the left. Timothy took this moment to hurry past him to keep his eyes on Mr. Smith.
The hall was filled with decorations and people ready to dance. "Ladies and gentlemen, please take your partners for a waltz." An expressive clarinet filled the air with the melody. Couples joined and moved together with the beat.
"You can dance," Joan said to John.
"Quite surprised myself." John confessed and the couple chuckled together. "Oh, I say! Sorry." It was difficult not to bump into other dancers.
Back at the teacher's office, Not-Jenny, Not-Baines are pulling books off of shelves. Not-Mr. Clark came to show them an advert for the Dance. "I think this might help."
"That makes it easy, Son-of-mine, because Daughter-of-mine's already there."
"We've been invited to the Dance," Not-Baines noted with an eerie smirk.
John and Joan continued dancing. A little girl with a red balloon sat alone at a table, watching.
"Oh, staff entrance I think, miss," the veteran at the door said to Martha as they passed the entry.
"Yeah, well, think again, mate," Martha retorted. When the veteran turned back around he was surrounded by scarecrows.
"You are the picture of calm in the face of massive over-assumption," Angel complimented Martha as the two walked in together. Angel got an idea. "Martha, hand me the sonic for a sec. I'm going to switch my psychic damper into a perception filter again. You won't notice me, but I'll have your back if they show up."
"Good idea. Here." Angel did just that and handed it back to Martha. They go their seperate ways. Angel stuck to the perimeter. Joan was sitting at a table while John got their drinks. Martha took the chance to approach Joan. She sat in John's seat.
"Please don't. Not again." The matron commanded.
"He's different from any other man you've ever met, right?"
"Yes."
"And sometimes he says these strange things, like people and places you've never heard of, yeah? But it's deeper than that. Sometimes when you look in his eyes, you know, you just know that there;s something else in there. Something hidden. Right behind the eyes, something hidden away. In the dark"
"I don't know what you mean," the matron shook her head in denial.
"Yes you do. I don't mean to be rude but the awful thing is it doesn't even matter what you think. But you're nice and you're lucky. And I just wanted to say sorry for what I'm about to do."
"Oh, now, really, Martha, this is getting out of hand. I must insist that you leave," John said to Martha like she was a dog pestering him.
"Do you know what this is?" Martha asked calmly. John wrinkled his brows in thought, then looked down. "Name it." Martha insisted, getting his to look back up. "Go on, name it."
"John, what is that silly thing?"
"John?" Martha insisted again and held it out for him to inspect. He took it and looked it over.
"You're not John Smith. You're called the Doctor. The man in your journal, he's real. He's you." The little girl alone at a table smirked, overhearing Martha's claim.
The veteran at the door jiggled the money bowl. "Evening, all! Spare a penny, sir?"
"I didn't spare you," Not-Baines said just before aiming and fired his green laser gun at him. The veteran's body disintegrated into dust in an instantaneous burst. Not-Jenny and Not-Mr. Clark entered the hall together. The scarecrows followed behind.
Timothy peaked out of a window just as a scarecrow jumped up inches away from him on the outside. He looked away in fright. After steeling himself, he looked back and it was gone.
Not-Mr. Clark walked into the hall first, gun in hand. He knocked over some furniture and shouted. "You will be silent! All of you! I said, silent!"
"Mr. Clark, what's going on?" An older man shouted back. He was shot and instantaneously disintegrated. The dancers screamed and panicked.
"Mr. Smith, everything I told you, just forget it. Don't say anything," Martha instructed and put down her head to avoid recognition.
"We asked for silence!" Not-Baines mimicked his father. "Now then, we have a few questions for Mr. Smith."
"No, better than that. The teacher, he's the Doctor. I heard them talking." The little girl with the red balloon said joining her family.
Not-Baines eyes lit up. "You took human form."
"Of course I'm human! I was born human, as were you, Baines! And Jenny and you, Mr. Clark. What is going on? This is madness!" John shouted.
"Ooh, and a human brain, too. Simple, thick and dull."
"But he's no good like this," said Not-Jenny.
"We need a Time Lord," said Not-Mr. Clark.
"Easily done," Not-Baines bragged. He raised a gun up, aiming for John. The crowd gasped. "Change back," he calmly commanded.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Change back!" Not-Baines yelled.
"I literally do not know…" Suddenly, Not-Jenny grabbed Martha and pointed a gun to her head.
"Get off me!" Martha yelled.
"She's your friend, isn't she? Doesn't this scare you enough to change back?"
"I don't know what you mean!"
"Wait a minute. The maid told me about Smith and the matron."
"That woman, there." Not-Jenny indicated.
"Then let's have you!" Not-Mr. Clark rushed to the matron with his gun and pulled her back.
"Have you enjoyed it, Doctor? Being human? Has it taught you wonderful things? Are you better, richer, wiser? Then let's see you answer this. Which one of them do you want us to kill? Maid or matron? Your friend or your lover? Your choice." Not-Baines gave his ultimatum.
Too bad for them, they didn't quite perceive that Angel was in the room. She snuck up behind and unleashed her mind into his, controlling him. She focused on preventing him from pulling the trigger.
"Make your decision, Mr. Smith." Timothy watched Not-Jenny command the ignorant man.
"Perhaps if that human heart breaks, the Time Lord will emerge." Not-Baines goaded.
Timothy decided it was time. He had the watch that held the Time Lord. He opened it up just long enough to get the hostiles distracted.
"Tim!" John, Martha and Angel shouted in unison.
Angel manipulated Not-Mr. Clark to point the gun at himself. Martha took the moment of disturbance to dislogde herself from Not-Jenny's grip and grab her gun. She grabbed Not-Jenny and aimed at Not-Baines.
"One more move and I shoot."
"Oh, the maid is FULL of fire!" Not-Baines was riled up.
"And you can shut up!" Martha shot the ceiling.
"Careful, Son-of-mine. She's all for you so that you can live forever."
"Shoot you down," the boy threatened Martha.
"Try it. We'll die together," Martha warned.
"Would you really pull the trigger?" Martha licked her lips. "Looks too scared."
"Scared and holding a gun is a good combination. Do you want to risk it?" Not-Baines lowered his arm. Joan ran back to John. "Doctor, get everyone out. There's a door at the side. It's over there. Go on! Do it, Mr. Smith, I mean you!" Martha commanded.
"So, what she said. Everybody out now! Don't argue, Mr. Jackson. They're mad, that's all we need to know. Susan, Miss Cooper, outside, all of you!" Joan ordered.
"Move yourself, boy. Back to the school, quickly!" John yelled to Tim.
"And you, go on, just shift." Martha yelled to John.
"What about you?" John asked Martha.
"Mr. Smith, I think you should escort your lady friend to safety, don't you?" Martha urged him to leave.
Angel took control of the rest of the family, and conjured up the feeling that was all too haunting for her. They were frozen in place, still as stone. Once the civilians were away from danger, Angel said, "I've got them, Martha. They can't move. Let's get out, now." The two women dodged a few scarecrows and escaped the confrontation unscathed.
Angel managed to keep the family frozen until she and Martha were several feet from the building. "I'm gonna go to the TARDIS. Got to keep her safe. You go get the watch!" She sprinted off to the shed where the TARDIS was hidden.
Martha spotted the teacher and the nurse. "Don't just stand there, move! God, you're rubbish as a human. Come on!" Martha yelled at them. They were still standing in the vicinity of the building.
Tim ran away, but could still hear people screaming and weapons firing.
"Run! Ah, this is super. We've been in hiding for too long. This is sport!" Not-Baines yelled.
"I can smell the school teacher. He's gone back to his academy," Not-Jenny informed.
"And what do we know about her? How did she escape while we couldn't even move?" He inquired about the maid.
"This body has traces of memory. Was once her friend. Martha would go walking to the west. Husband-of-mine, follow the maid's scent. Go to the west. Find out what she was keeping secret." Not-Jenny ordered Not-Mr. Clark. Not-Mr. Clark ordered the scarecrows to join him in his search. "As for you, Mother-of-mine. Let's go to school."
John, Martha, and Joan ran back to the school. The first thing John did upon entering was grab the bell and continuously rang it. When the students appeared he repeated, "Take Arms!" Martha tried to stop him, he wasn't supposed to hurt anyone. But she didn't have the heart to try very hard.
"They're sounding the alarms," said Not-Baines as they approached the school.
"I wouldn't be so pleased, Son-of-mine. These bodies are silly and hot, they can damage and die. That's why we need the Time Lord," the mother warned.
"Indeed, they will have guns. Perhaps a little caution. Sister-of-mine, you're such a small little thing. Find a way in and spy on them." The little girl's mouth spread into a crooked smile and she skipped off to find entry into the school. Her red balloon floated behind her.
Inside the school, Martha tried again to stop John from assembling the boys to fight with their lives. John was unpersuaded. The headmaster walked in threatening everyone, but John interrupted to inform him of the murders they had witnessed. With the matron as a second witness, the headmaster backed down and supported the measure. Martha tried to warn the headmaster of the dangers outside. He simply instructed that Mr. Smith needed to control his servant and avoided directly speaking to her.
Martha, having failed one of her tasks, put her mind on the task of finding the watch. The matron followed after her. The two women ran past Tim, who was hiding and listening to the watch-Doctor. The daughter came running past, but failed to notice Tim.
Hold me, keep me safe. Keep me dark, keep me closed. The time is not right, not yet. Not while the Family is abroad. Danger!
The Headmaster and Mr. Phillips walked out to confront the criminals. "So, Baines, and one of the cleaning staff. There's always a woman involved. Am I to gather that some practical joke has got out of hand?"
"Headmaster, sir. Good evening, sir. Come to give me a caning, sir? Would you like that, sir?"
"Keep a civil tongue, boy."
"Now, come on, everyone. I suspect alcohol has played its part in this. Let's all just calm down. Who are these friends of yours, Baines, in fancy dress?" Mr. Phillips tried to act as mediator.
"Do you like them, Mr. Phillips? I made them myself. I'm ever so good at science, sir. Look." Not-Baines yanked off the arm of a scarecrow. The straw man looked down at its arm. "Molecular fringe animation, fashioned in the shape of straw men. My own private army, sir. It's ever so good, sir."
"Baines, step apart from this company and come inside with me. "
"No, sir. You, sir, YOU will send us Mr. John Smith. That's all we want, sir, Mr. John Smith and whatever he's done with his Time Lord consciousness. Then we'd be very happy to leave you alone."
"You speak with someone else's voice, Baines. Who might that be?"
"We are the Family of Blood."
"Mr. Smith said there had been deaths."
"Yes, sir, and they were good, sir."
"Well, I warn you, the school is armed."
"All your little tin soldiers. But tell me, sir, will they thank you?"
"I don't understand"
"What do you know of history, sir? What do you know of next year?"
"You're not making sense, Baines."
"1914, sir. Because the Family has traveled far and wide looking for Mr. Smith, and, oh, the things we have seen. War is coming. In foreign fields, war of the whole wide world with all your boys falling down in the mud. Do you think they will thank the man who taught them it was glorious?"
"Don't you forget, boy, I have been a soldier. I was in South Africa. I used my dead mates for sandbags. I fought with the butt of my rifle when the bullets ran out, and I would go back there tomorrow for King and country."
"Etcetera, etcetera." Not-Baines said walking away. Then he swiftly turned back and shot Mr. Phillips with a green beam of light. The man's last utterance was a roar of agony, then the dust of what once was his body fell to the ground. He aimed at the headmaster. "Run along, Headmaster. Run back to school. And send us Mr. Smith!" Not-Jenny broke into maniacal laughter.
The headmaster was quick to get back into the school and speak to Mr. Smith. "Mr. Phillips has been murdered. Mr. Smith, can you tell me why?
"Honestly, sir, I have no idea. And the telephone line has been disconnected. We are on our own."
"Well, if we have to make a fight of it, then make a fight we shall. Hutchison, we'll build a barricade within the courtyards." Hutchison gave a nod. "Fortify the entrances, build our defenses. Gentleman, in the name of the King we shall stand against them."
"Yes, sir," the boys replied in unison. They began to organize amongst themselves. Hutchison noticed Tim hiding.
"You little coward. You will do your duty, Latimer, with the rest of us." He dragged Tim along with him.
The family stood outside watching the action. "They've got an army, so do we. Soldiers! SOLDIERS!" Not-Baines called his straw men to attention for an attack. Scarecrows came from every direction. "War comes to England a year in advance," he said with a smirk.
The daughter stood in the school, sending a telepathic message. They collectively closed their eyes, faces glowed green. Family of mine, wait. Hold the soldier back. The Time Lord is playing some sort of trick.
Discover him, sister-of-mine.
Martha continued her search with Nurse Redfern. She explained the Doctor, Angel, and her own identities. The nurse became distraught when she heard about Martha's status as a doctor and left to take care of the students ready to fight.
Elsewhere, the father initiated a telepathic message. Son-of-mine, Wife-of-mine.
Father-of-mine, what have you found?
His TARDIS. The Doctor can't escape.
Outside the school, Mr. Smith gave orders to two boys before finding Nurse Redfern. "Joan, it's not safe."
"I'm doing my duty, just as much as you," she explained. "Fine evening we've had together."
"Not quite as planned," his face broke into a small smile.
"Tell me about Nottingham."
"Sorry?"
"That's where you were brought up, tell me about it."
"Well, it lies on the River Leen with its southern boundary following the course of the River Trent, which flows from Stoke to the Humber."
"That sounds like an encyclopedia. Where did you live?"
"Broadmarsh Street, adjacent to Hockley Terrace in the district of Radford Parade."
"But more than facts. When you were a child, where did you play? All those secret little places, the dens and hideaways that only a child knows. Tell me, John, please, tell me."
"How can you think I'm not real? When I kissed you, was that a lie?"
"No, it wasn't, no."
"But this Doctor sounds like some… Some romantic lost prince. Would you rather that? Am I not enough?"
"No, that's not true, never."
"I've got to go."
"Martha was right about one thing. Those boys, they're children. John Smith wouldn't want them to fight, never mind the Doctor. The John Smith I was getting to know, he knows it's wrong. Doesn't he?"
"Mr. Smith, if you please?" The headmaster called for him, interrupting the nurse's plea.
"What choice do I have?" He leaned in and kissed Joan before going to his duties.
The boys outside scrambled to ready themselves for defensive fire. "Get those sandbags piled up, Filth," Hutchison called to Tim. He set up sandbags under the barrel of the machine gun for Hutichison to fire. "They're going to mean the difference between life and death for us."
"Not for you and me."
"What are you babbling about?"
"We go to battle together. We fight alongside. I've seen it. Not here, not now."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means you and I both survive this. And maybe… maybe I was given this watch so I could help. I'm sorry." Tim got up and left.
"Latimer, you filthy coward!"
"Oh, yes, sir, every time."
Martha had had it with looking in Mr. Smith's room. There was nothing there! She threw everything that was in her hands in frustration and ran out.
Tim was hiding by the stairs. He asked the Doctor, "What do I do? What do I do?" Beware. "Of what?" Her. He looked up and saw the little girl from before standing at the end of the hall, staring at him. He stood. She sniffed. "Keep away," he yelled.
"Who are you?" The little girl asked.
"I saw you at the dance. You were with that family, you're one of them."
"What are you hiding?"
"Nothing." He hid the watch behind him.
"What have you got there?"
"Nothing."
"Show me, little boy."
"I reckon, whatever you are, you're still in the shape of a girl. How strong is she, do you think? Does she really want to see this?" He held up the watch, opened it and pointed it at her. The Doctor's consciousness assaulted her mind.
"Time Lord!" Said Baines, sensing his prey.
"Inside the device," the mother said.
"Everything he is, concealed away in the hands of a schoolboy. But now we know that's all we need to find, the boy and the watch. What are we waiting for? Attack!" An infestation of scarecrows stumbled and bumbled forward in their advance.
The student body waits at the entrance, ready to fire their weapons. Teachers and boys, prepared to murder their attackers. The boys waited for the order and fired at the scarecrows. Eventually, they realized they were made of straw. They hadn't killed anyone afterall. Footsteps were approaching.
"Stand to!" The headmaster ordered. The little girl slowly scuffed her feet as she walked in. "You, child, come out of the way! Come into the school! You don't know whose out there. It's the Cartwright girl, isn't it? Come here, come to me."
Martha ran out to warn the headmaster. "Mr. Rocastle, please, don't go near her."
"You were told to be quiet," he scolded Martha.
"Just listen to me, she's part of it. Matron, tell him."
"I think… I don't know, I think you should stay back, Headmaster," Nurse Redfern added her opinion.
"Mr. Smith," the headmaster asked.
"She was. She was with Baines in the village," John answered.
"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." He reached out to the girl. "Come with me."
"You're funny," she taunted.
"That's right. Now, take my hand,"
"So funny," she said as she pulled out her gun. She shot Mr. Rocastle, vaporizing him instantly. His dust rained down onto the ground. Everyone outside stood and stared in shock.
"Now, who's going to shoot me? Any of you, REALLY?"
"Put down your guns," Mr. Smith quietly ordered his cadets.
"But, sir, the Headmaster," Hutchinson started to say, but couldn't bring himself to finish.
"I'll not see this happen, not any more. You will retreat in an orderly fashion back through the school. Hutchinson, lead the way."
"But, sir…"
"I said, lead the way."
"Well, go on, then. Run!" Cried Not-Baines as he approached the group. "Soldiers! Reanimate!"
"Come on!" Martha yelled. The boys' re-entry into the school was anything but orderly. It was chaos, the boys ran every which way. The scarecrows followed close behind them. Tim ran up the stairs. The family began checking each boy they caught one by one, looking for him. The family was just about to execute them all when Tim opened the watch, drawing their full attention. They walked up to the room Tim had been in and found it empty. Hutchinson rallied the boys that were captured to their escape.
Martha, Joan and John lead a group of boys outside so they could escape. John attempted to re-enter for more, but was blocked by scarecrows. He then locked the door and they ran for it. Tim, having climbed out the window, was also running away from the school.
"Doctor! Doctor!" They heard Not-Mr. Clark from the flagpole. Behind him was the TARDIS. It was guarded by scarecrows. John stopped to look at the blue box he had only known of from his dreams. Martha and Joan stood beside him. "Come back, Doctor. Come home! Come and claim your prize."
"Out you come, Doctor, there's a good boy. Come to the Family," Not-Baines taunted.
"Time to end it now!" Not-Jenny yelled.
"You recognize it, don't you," Joan asked, her voice lowered.
"Come out, Doctor! Come to us," Not-Jenny yelled again.
"I've never seen it in my life," John whispered.
"Do you remember its name?" Martha asked.
"I'm sorry, John, but you wrote about it. The blue box, you dreamt of a blue box." Joan decided to join Martha, now having evidence of the journal's truth right before her eyes.
"I'm not… I'm John Smith. That's all I want to be, John Smith! With his life and his job. And his love. Why can't I be John Smith? Isn't he a good man?"
"Yes, yes, he is." Joan couldn't stand to think that this man, who she had fallen in love with, might think of himself as a lesser person, or unworthy of life.
"Why can't I stay?" John pleaded.
"But we need the Doctor," Martha begged.
"And what am I, then? Nothing? I'm just a story."
"One more phase and we won't have to hunt. The Doctor, Mr. Smith, the boy, the watch, they will come to us. Soldiers, guard this thing." Not-Baines schemed and walked off with the rest of the family.
Angel didn't bother the Family when they stood outside the doors of the TARDIS. Firstly, she didn't want to attract their attention without Martha or the Doctor around. Secondly, the longer they stood there, the fewer lives they took. She panicked for a moment when she saw the scarecrows remaining. But she got an idea and ran off to ransack a cupboard she knew contained swords.
Once she returned to the entrance, she slowly opened the door. The scarecrows stood there dumbly, never expecting an attack from behind. The sword she held easily cut them to pieces. She then brushed the straw bits away from the TARDIS, not wanting a single bit to remain. She stayed there, hoping Martha would hurry up and find the watch.
John, Joan and Martha jogged down the lane. "This way, I think I know somewhere we can hide."
"We've got to keep going," John insisted.
"Just listen to me for once, John. Now, follow me." Martha didn't hesitate to follow after. John had no choice but to comply with Joan's request.
The family had returned to their ship. "Power up. Fully armed and ready. Mother, Father and Sister of mine, prepare the armaments," Not-Baines said as we flipped up the green-glowing switches on their spacecraft. "I doubt that England is ready for this. Fix targets, and counting down."