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I changed my clothes. The Bad Wolf shirt was kinda old at this point. I needed something...prettier.

“So Idris.” I smirked. “Anything for the times?”

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I smiled. This was gorgeous.

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Day One

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My dress was

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Month One

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“You are far too lazy.” Matron complained

I rolled my eyes. “Lazy is such a strong word. I prefer ‘selective participation’.”

Martha snickered. I smirked.

Joan huffed. “Terra, please. Could you at least try to be serious?”

Kicking my feet up, I thought it over. “Life’s too short to be serious all the time.” I told Matron. “I prefer to have fun.”

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“Well, my class and I are extremely busy.” I said to Joan. “So Joan, would you be so kind as to vacate the room?”

The matron glared at me, leaving the room and closing the door.

I smirked, turning back to all of them. “Now then, students, let’s continue with the class.”

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“Martha, I’m falling in love with him.” I admitted.

Martha raised a brow. “You weren’t always?”

I shook my head. “He’s...the Doctor is off-limits. If my family found out, if my friends find out.” I sighed. “I’ll be become a laughing stock.”

“Because you’re falling in love with him?”

“Because he’s falling back.” I admitted. “The more I’m falling, the more he’s there to catch me.”

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“The Doctor, one day, will be old and gray, and he still wanted me.” I explained. “He kissed me, Martha, and I was...I didn’t care. He still loved me.”

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Month Two

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Baines shuffled in his seat. “Perhaps you are doing an improper job of teaching us.”

“Perhaps you are doing an improper job of listening to me.” I replied.

Baines frowned at me, almost annoyingly.

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“I’m trying to write a poem for my next class, to show that you can explain it without just telling it.” I began. “And I need a little help with it.”

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“Well, I have about a million for blue and green.” I sighed. My hands ran over my tired face. “Three for red, even five for purple. I have just one for yellow.”

John thought it over a moment. “Amber.”

I blinked. “That’s...that’s actually good. All I had was the sun.” I admitted, smiling proudly at him. “Thanks John.”

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“You know, my eyes are amber. It’s kinda funny to forget the color of your eyes.” I pointed out him.

“I know.” John said, sounding completely and utterly human.

My previously mentioned eyes snapped up at him, giving him a curious look.

John smiled, letting out a small laugh. “I don’t think I could ever forget the color of your eyes.” John said. “Amber’s my favorite color.”

My jaw dropped, and stayed that way until long after John left.

My eyes were his favorite color?

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When Martha walked into Terra’s room, it was to the same sight. Terra was nearly curled up in a fetal position under her blanket, hands clutching tightly onto a bright blue doodle bear.

Martha frowned at the sight. Terra had been embarrassed at first about the bear. It had been a gift from her favorite aunt, and Terra would sleep with it when her nightmares came back.

Terra had seen a lot of dark things before traveling with the Doctor.

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“Is he alright?” Terra asked her.

Martha looked down at the tea tray. “No. He had those dreams last night.”

Terra sighed, running a hand over her unbrushed black hair. “Damn Doctor can’t even turn himself human right.”

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BOY: “Excuse me, ma’am.”

(A neat woman in starched nurse’s uniform meets John, who is carrying a large pile of books.) Terra: “Good morning, Professor Smith.”

(He drops some of the books.) John: “There we go.”

Terra: “Let me help you.”

John: “No, no, I’ve got it, no. Er, how best to retrieve? Tell you what. If you could take these-”

(Terra takes the books from his arms, and he picks up the fallen ones.) Terra: “Good.”

John: “No harm done. So, er, how was Jenkins?”

Terra: “You didn’t hear it from me, but he needed help writing to his mother. He’s getting homesick.”

John: “Oh, we can’t have that.”

Terra: “He received a letter this morning, so he’s excited.” I looked at the books in my hands. “Professor Smith.”

“Yes?”

“I’m still holding your books.”

John: “Yes, so you are. Sorry, sorry. Just let me.”

Terra: “No, why don’t I take half?”

John: “Ah, brilliant idea. Brilliant. Perfect. Division of labor.”

Terra: “We make quite a team.”

John: “Don’t we just.”

Terra: “So, these books. Were they being taken in any particular direction?”

John: “Yes. This way.”

(In a smaller corridor.)

John: “I always say, Professor, give the boys a good head of steam, they’ll soon wear themselves out.”

Terra: “Truth be told, when it’s just you and me, I’d much rather you call me Terra. Professor just seems, well, uptight.”

John: “Terra?”

Terra: “That’s my name.”

John: “Well, obviously.”

Terra: “And it’s John, isn’t it?”

John: “Yes, yes, it is, yes.”

(At the notice board at the top of a flight of stairs.)

Terra: “Have you seen this, John? The annual dance at the village hall tomorrow. It’s nothing formal, but rather fun by all accounts. Do you think you’ll go?”

John: “I hadn’t thought about it.”

Terra: “It’s been ages since I’ve been to a dance, only no one’s asked me.”

(John starts backing away nervously.)

John: “Well, I should imagine that you’d be, er, I mean, I never thought you’d be one for. I mean, there’s no reason why you shouldn’t. If you do, you may not. I, I probably won’t, but even if I did then I couldn’t. I mean I wouldn’t want to-”

Terra: “The stairs.”

John: “What about the stairs?”

Terra: “They’re right behind you!”

I pulled him away from the stairs, spinning him about so we were switched. The downside was that I ended up falling down the stairs.

“Terra!”

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I whimpered. It hurt really bad.

Joan: “Stop it. I get boys causing less fuss than this.”

Joan reached for it. I flinched back. “No! Don’t touch it!”

(Martha bursts in.) Martha: “Is she alright?”

Joan: “Excuse me, Martha. It’s hardly good form to enter a mistress’ study without knocking.”

Martha: “Sorry. Right. Yeah.”

(She goes back to the door and knocks on it.)

“Come in!” I cheered, wincing at the pain in my skull. Gah, I’ve had gunshot wounds that hurt less.

Martha: “But is she alright? They said you fell down the stairs, Ma’am.”

“No, it was just a tumble, that’s all.” I shrugged. “You know me, always one for stunts.”

Martha: “Have you checked for concussion?”

Joan: “I have. And I daresay I know a lot more about it than you.”

“Hey! Apologize!” I scolded. The nurse smiled triumphantly.

Martha: “Sorry. I’ll just tidy your things.”

“Not Martha. You.”

“What?” Joan turned to me, surprised.

“Martha is not just my maid, she is also a close friend and trusted advisor.” I explained, angrily glaring at Joan. “And you were rude. Apologize.”

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John: “I was just telling Terra, Professor Song, about my dreams. They are quite remarkable tales. I keep imagining that I’m someone else, and that I’m hiding.”

Terra: “Hiding? In what way?”

John: “They’re almost every night. This is going to sound silly.”

Terra: “Tell me.”

John: “I dream, quite often, that I have two hearts.”

Joan: “Well, then. I can be the judge of that. Let’s find out.” (Joan uses her stethoscope to listen to John’s chest.) “I can confirm the diagnosis. Just one heart, singular.”

John: “I have er, I have written down some of these dreams in the form of fiction. Not that it would be of any interest.”

Terra: “I’d be very interested.”

John: “Well, I’ve never actually shown it to anyone before.” (John gives Terra the handwritten book.)

Terra: “A Journal of Impossible Things.” (Lots of inky scrawl and pictures.) “Just look at these creatures.” (A Dalek.) “Such imagination.”

John: “It’s become quite a hobby.”

(The Moxx of Balhoon, Autons labelled as plastic men, one of the Pompadour clockwork robots.) Terra: “It’s wonderful.” I smiled at the sight of Rose scrawled in charcoal. “And quite an eye for the pretty girls.”

John: “Oh no, no, she’s just an invention. This character, Rose. I call her, Rose. Seems to disappear later on.”

(Cybermen and the TARDIS, labelled magic box.)

John: “Ah, that’s the box. The blue box. It’s always there. Like a like a magic carpet. This funny little box that transports me to far away places.”

Joan: “Like a doorway?”

John: “Mmm.” (Sketches of earlier Doctors.) “I sometimes think how magical life would be if stories like this were true.”

Joan: “If only.”

John: “It’s just a dream.”

“They say if you dream something more than once, it is sure to come true.” I said, smiling at the many drawings.

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(John arrives.)

John: “Anything wrong, ladies? Far too cold to be standing around in the dark, don’t you.”

Joan: “There, there. Look in the sky.”

(A light crosses the sky.)

Jenny: “Oh, that’s beautiful.”

John: “All gone. Commonly known as a meteorite. It’s just rocks falling to the ground, that’s all.”

Joan: “It came down in the woods.”

John: “No, no, no. No, they always look close, when actually they’re miles off. Nothing left but a cinder. Now, I should escort you back to the school. Ladies?”

Martha: “No, we’re fine, thanks.”

John: “Then I shall bid you goodnight.”

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“You stole the watch.” I looked up at Timothy.

The boy gaped at me.

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There were gun shots.

“Finish the next two chapters, write a paper.” I said quickly. “Class dismissed.”

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(The boys are practising firing machine guns at rough targets on ground below the terrace wall, watched by John and the Headmaster. Latimer is feeding in the ammo belt for Hutchinson.)

John: “Concentrate.”

(Joan comes out of the school.)

John: “Hutchinson, excellent work.”

Rocastle: “Cease fire!”

John: “Good day to you, Headmaster.”

Rocastle: “Your crew’s on fine form today, Mister Smith.”

Hutchinson: “Excuse me, Headmaster. We could do a lot better. Latimer’s being deliberately shoddy.”

Timothy: “I’m trying my best.”

Rocastle: “You need to be better than the best. Those targets are tribesmen from the dark continent.”

Timothy: “That’s exactly the problem, sir. They only have spears.”

Rocastle: “Oh, dear me. Latimer takes it upon himself to make us realize how wrong we all are. I hope, Latimer, that one day you may have a just and proper war in which to prove yourself. Now, resume firing.”

(The machine gun has stopped firing.)

Hutchinson: “Stoppage. Immediate action. Didn’t I tell you, sir? This stupid boy is useless. Permission to give Latimer a beating, sir.”

Rocastle: “It’s your class, Mister Smith.”

John: “Permission granted.”

Hutchinson: “Right. Come with me, you little oik.”

(Hutchinson and his friends leads the stunned Latimer away. Baines looks at John and sniffs.)

John: “Anything the matter, Baines?”

Baines: “I thought. No, sir. Nothing, sir.” (Baines leaves.)

Rocastle: “As you were, Mister Smith.”

John: “Ah, Pemberton, Smythe, Wicks, take post.” (John walks up to the wall.) “Ah, Professor Terra.”

Terra: “Er, I’ll give you back your journal when next I see you.”

John: “No, no, no. You don’t have to.”

Terra: “If you’ll excuse me, Professor Smith. I was just thinking about the day my sister was shot.”

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(Two workmen are hoisting an upright piano up to the first floor window of the Ironmongers. John and Terra are walking together.)

Terra: “Her name was Darcy. She died saving my life, right before my eyes. We were twins. But you see, I was angry a really long time.”

John: “You still are.”

Terra: “And now, I find myself as part of that school watching boys learn how to kill.”

John: “Don’t you think discipline is good for them?”

Terra: “Does it have to be such military discipline? I mean, war isn’t all fun and games.”

John: “Well, Great Britain is at peace, long may it reign.”

Terra: “In your journal, in one of your stories, you wrote about next year. Nineteen fourteen.”

John: “That was just a dream.”

Terra: “All those images of mud and wire. You told of a shadow. A shadow falling across the entire world.”

John: “Well then, we can be thankful it’s not true. And I’ll admit mankind doesn’t need warfare and bloodshed to prove itself. Everyday life can provide honor and valor, and let’s hope that from now on this, this country can find its heroes in smaller places.”

(A woman rings her bicycle bell as she peddles along. The men with the piano struggle as it dangles from a fraying rope. Then a woman pushing a perambulator comes around the corner.)

John: “In the most.”

(He sees a boy standing next to him, with a cricket ball in his hand. Some more of the rope frays and the piano drops a bit.)

John: “Ordinary of, of deeds.”

(John grabs the cricket ball, throws it at the scaffolding outside the Ironmongers, which falls and hits a plank that sends a brick flying through the air to knock down a milk churn in front of the perambulator, stopping it just before the rope finally gives up and drops the piano to the ground mere feet in front. The piano falls to pieces and the baby starts crying.)

WORKMAN: “Are you alright? How’s the little one?”

John: “Lucky.”

Terra: “You have to be the luckiest man I have ever met. Lucky...”

John: “Terra, might I invite you to the village dance this evening, as my guest?”

Terra: “I do believe I shall.”

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(John and Terra are walking along a cart track. There is a scarecrow nearby.)

Terra: “Oh, it’s all becoming clear now. The Doctor is the man you’d like to be, doing impossible things with cricket balls.”

John: “Well, I discovered a talent, that’s certainly true.”

Terra: “But the Doctor has an eye for the ladies.”

John: “The devil.”

Terra: “A girl at every fireplace.”

John: “Ah, now, there I have to protest, Terra. That is hardly me.”

Terra: “Says the man dancing with me tonight.”

John: “That scarecrow’s all skewed.”

(They walk up to it, and John ties its arm back onto the cross-member.)

Terra: “Ever the artist. Where did you learn to draw?”

John: “Gallifrey.”

Terra: “Is that in Ireland?”

John: “Yes, it must be, yes.”

Terra: “But you’re not Irish?”

John: “Not at all, no. My father Sidney was a watchmaker from Nottingham, and my mother Verity was, er. Well, she was a nurse, actually.”

Terra: “Hmm. Must be why you have such great people skills.”

John: “Really? Right. Yes. Well, my work is done. What do you think?”

Terra: “Masterpiece.”

John: “All sorts of skills today!”

(As they walk away, the scarecrow turns its head to watch them.)

“What if your mother and father?” John asked.

I steeled my features, keeping a pleasant smile. John saw through it, wincing. “Bad topic?”

“No.” I said too quickly. “The relationship I have with my parents is...strained.” John gave me look of gentlemanly patience. “My father is in charge of athletics at my old school, as well as maths. My mother was, well, the matron.”

This made John grin. “Ah. That explains it.”

“Explains what, exactly, John?”

“Your distrust of the Matron.”

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(John is making a sketch of Terra.)

Terra: “Can I see?”

(John sits next to her on the Chesterfield.)

I felt my cheeks turn red. “Oh.” I bit my bottom lip, looking the drawing again. It, it was a very detailed drawing of me. The girl in that drawing looked gorgeous, with light eyes and a bright smile. Her black hair fell delicately onto her shoulders, and the locks practically shined.

I laughed, nervously. “You need to work on your art. You’ve made me far too beautiful.”

John: “Well, that’s how I see you.”

“Lots of people said I wasn’t pretty.” I commented, comparing the differences between the drawing and myself. “They said I would never amount to anything. That when Darcy died, she took both our souls with her.” My eyes watered, thinking back on those years she had been dead. “Then, I became something, and I still felt like...a nothing.”

John: “That’s not fair at all.”

(He strokes her hair and then kisses her.)

John: “I’ve never er-”

(They kiss again, then the door opens.)

A mousy squeak came from my lips, hands clasping over my mouth. I looked towards the door to see Martha standing there.

“Martha, what have I told you about entering unannounced?!”

“It’s fine!” I said, trying to calm him down. My hands reached out, one holding his shoulder and the other resting on my lap. “H-honest.”

John was gaped at me with his brown, puppy dog eyes. The anger in his eyes faded, leaving behind a look that could only be described as mesmerized. Then, I realized what was wrong with putting my hand on his shoulder. I lowered it into my lap, standing up from my seat.

I brushed the creases from my dress, walking towards Martha. I heard John get up. “Terra-”

“I need to go anyway.” I excused, practically marching out of the room. “Good day Professor Smith.”

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“Rarity, I have a fashion emergency!” I nearly shouted.

My friend cheered. “Oh! What kind of emergency?”

“First date.” I answered, flopping down in the pilot seat. Rarity squealed, as I expected.

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(Terra shows off her party dress.)

John: “You look wonderful.”

Terra: “You’d best give me some warning. Er, can you actually dance?”

John: “I’m not certain.”

Terra: “There’s a surprise. Is there anything you’re certain about?”

John: “Yes. Yes.”

(He takes her hands.)

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(Martha bursts in, breathless.)

Martha: “They’ve found us.”

Terra: “Actually, Butterfly-”

John: “Martha, I’ve warned you.”

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. Where is it?” (She searches the mantlepiece.) “Oh, my God. Where’s it gone? Where’s the watch?”

John: “What are you talking about?”

Martha: “You had a watch. A fob watch. Right there.”

John: “Did I? I don’t remember.”

Terra: “Martha, could you listen to me for a-”

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?”

John: “Oh, I see. Cultural differences. It must be so confusing for you. Martha, this is what we call a story.”

Martha: “Oh you complete. This is not you. This is nineteen thirteen.”

John: “Good. This is nineteen thirteen.”

Martha: “I’ve sorry. I’m really sorry, but I’ve got to snap you out of this.” (Martha slaps the John, hard.)

Terra: “Martha!”

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Terra: “Martha was just nervous about the dance.”

John: “You’ve taken my arm in public.”

Terra: “I’m very scared.”

(Latimer watches from around the corner.)

BEGGAR: “Spare a penny for the veterans of the Crimea, sir?”

John: “Yes, of course. There you are.”

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CHAMBERS: “Ladies and gentlemen. Please take your partners for a waltz.”

(The village band starts playing.)

Terra: “You can dance.”

John: “I surprise myself.”

(They bump into another couple.)

John: “Sorry.”

I snorted.

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Martha was talking to Joan. I sighed.

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(John returns to the table.) John: “Oh, now really, Martha. This is getting out of hand. I must insist that you leave.”

(Martha holds up the sonic screwdriver.) Martha: “Do you know what this is? Name it. Go on, name it.”

I glanced up at John. He was staring at the screwdriver, the one Martha must have swiped while helping me get dressed, with hesitation. He recognized it. “John, you know what that is, don’t you?”

(John takes the screwdriver.)

Martha: “You’re not John Smith. You’re called the Doctor. The man in your journal, he’s real. He’s you.”

(Latimer is already there. He looks out of a window and a scarecrow pops up in front of him, so he closes the curtain again.)

Clark: “There will be silence! All of you!”

(Scarecrows enter.)

Clark: “I said, silence!”

CHAMBERS: “Mister Clarke, what’s going on?”

(He gets vapourised.)

Martha: “Mister Smith? Everything I told you, just forget it! Don’t say anything.”

Baines: “We asked for silence! Now then, we have a few questions for Mister Smith.”

Lucy: “No, better than that. The teacher. He’s the Doctor. I heard them talking.”

Baines: “You took human form.”

John: “Of course I’m human. I was born human, as were you, Baines. And Jenny, and you, Mister Clark. What is going on? This is madness.”

Baines: “Ooo, and a human brain, too. Simple, thick and dull.”

Jenny: “But he’s no good like this.”

Clark: “We need a Time Lord.”

Baines: “Easily done.” (Baines steps forward and raises his ray gun.) “Change back.”

“Oh, cause that plan works.”

John: “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Baines: “Change back!”

John: “I literally do not know-”

(Jenny grabs Martha, and puts a gun to her head.)

Martha: “Get off me!”

Jenny: “She’s your friend, isn’t she? Doesn’t this scare you enough to change back?”

John: “I don’t know what you mean!”

Jenny: “Wait a minute. The maid told me about Smith and the Professor. That woman, there.”

Clark: “Then let’s have you.” (Clark takes Terra and puts his gun to her head.)

I struggled against Father of Mine. “Don’t you dare.”

Baines: “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.”

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Jenny: “Make your decision, Mister Smith.”

Baines: “Perhaps if that human heart breaks, the Time Lord will emerge.”

(Out of sight, Latimer takes the watch from his pocket, and opens it. Golden energy shimmers and the Family turn their heads quickly.)

VOICE: “Time Lord.”

Baines: “It’s him!”

(Latimer closes the watch. Terra gets the gun off Clark and uses her as a shield while she aims it at Baines.)

Terra: “All right! One more move and I shoot.”

Baines: “Oh, the teacher is full of fire.”

Terra: “And you can shut up!” (She fires the gun at the ceiling.)

Clark: “Careful, Son of Mine. This is all for you so that you can live forever.”

Baines: “Shoot you down.”

Terra: “Try it. I dare you.”

Baines: “Would you really pull the trigger? Looks too scared.”

Terra: “An American teenager who had just had her first dance ruined by aliens? Do you want to risk it?”

(The family lower their guns. Martha returns to the Terra.)

Terra: “Martha, get everyone out. There’s a door at the side. It’s over there. Go on. Do it. Mister Smith, you help.”

Joan: “Do what she said. Everybody out, now. Don’t argue, Mister Jackson. They’re mad. That’s all we need to know. Susan, Miss Cooper, outside, all of you.”

(The villagers run out, screaming.)

John: “Move yourself, boy. Back to the school, quickly.”

Terra: “And you. Go on. Just shift.”

John: “What about you?”

Terra: “Mister Smith, I would greatly appreciate it if you took Martha someplace safe.”

(Jenny gets away from Terra and rejoins her Family.)

Terra: “Don’t try anything. I’m warning you, or Sonny boy gets it.”

Baines: “She’s almost brave, this one.”

Jenny: “I should have taken her form. Much more fun. So much spirit.”

(Terra backs away as the Family move forward.)

Terra: “What happened to Jenny? Is she gone?”

Jenny: “She is consumed. Her body’s mine.”

Terra: “You mean she’s dead.”

Jenny: “Yes. And she went with precious little dignity. All that screaming.”

(A scarecrow grabs Terra from behind.)

Baines: “Get the gun!”

(The scarecrow takes the gun and Terra runs out of the hall.)

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(Martha, the John and Joan run.)

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(The John closes the main doors behind them, grabs the bell and starts ringing it.)

Martha: “What are you doing?”

John: “Maybe one man can’t fight them, but this school teaches us to stand together. Take arms! Take arms!”

Martha: “You can’t do that!”

John: “You want me to fight, don’t you? Take arms! Take arms!”

Hutchinson: “I say sir, what’s the matter?”

John: “Enemy at the door, Hutchinson. Enemy at the door. Take arms!”

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(The guns are being passed out.)

Martha: “You can’t do this, Doctor. Mister Smith!”

John: “Redfern, maintain position over the stable yard. Faster now. That’s it.”

Martha: “They’re just boys. You can’t ask them to fight. They don’t stand a chance.”

John: “They’re cadets, Miss Jones. They are trained to defend the King and all his citizens and properties.”

(The Headmaster enters.)

Rocastle: “What in thunder’s name is this? Before I devise an excellent and endless series of punishments for each and every one of you, could someone explain very simply and immediately exactly what is going on?”

John: “Headmaster, I have to report the school is under attack.”

Rocastle: “Really? Is that so? Perhaps you and I should have a word in private.”

John: “No, I promise you, sir. I was in the village with Matron. It’s Baines, sir. Jeremy Baines and Mister Clark from Oakham Farm. They’ve gone mad, sir. They’ve got guns. They’ve already murdered people in the village. I saw it happen.”

Rocastle: “Matron, is that so?”

Joan: “I’m afraid it’s true, sir.”

Rocastle: “Murder on our own soil?”

Joan: “I saw it. Yes.”

Rocastle: “Perhaps you did well then, Mister Smith. What makes you thing the danger’s coming here?”

John: “Well, sir, they said-”

Joan: “Baines threatened Mister Smith, sir. Said he’d follow him. We don’t know why.”

Rocastle: “Very well. You boys, remain on guard. Mister Snell, telephone for the police. Mister Philips, with me. We shall investigate.”

Martha: “No! But it’s not safe out there.”

Rocastle: “Mister Smith, it seems your favourite servant is giving me advice. You will control her, sir.”

“Martha, I’m sorry.” I began.

“For?”

“What I’m about to do.” I stormed up to the headmaster.

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“When you fight barbarians, what must they think of you?” I asked him. Rocastle scoffed. “Where do they think you come from?”

Rocastle glared at me. “A place too complex for their tiny minds to comprehend! Now, Professor-”

I brought out a ray gun, blasting a nearby bookcase.

The men in the room flinched away, staring at me in shock and the disappeared bookcase in horror.

“You’re the barbarians now.” I scolded. “And those things out there know that. You need my help, whether you like it or not.” My eyes scanned Rocastle, a firm frown on my face. “Can I do my job now? Or, does someone else have an argument?”

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Rocastle: “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?”

Baines: “Headmaster, sir. Good evening, sir. Come to give me a caning, sir? Would you like that, sir?”

Rocastle: “Keep a civil tongue, boy.”

PHILIPS: “Now come on, everyone. I suspect alcohol has played its part in this.”

(The Doctor watches from a window.)

PHILIPS: “Let’s all just calm down. And who are these friends of yours, Baines, in fancy dress?”

Baines: “Do you like them, Mister Phillips? I made them myself. I’m ever so good at science, sir. Look.”

(He pulls the arm off a scarecrow.)

Baines: “Molecular fringe animation fashioned in the shape of straw men. My own private army, sir. It’s ever so good, sir.”

“Interesting, I’ll give you that.” I complimented him, keeping the gun steady. “But, you, are going to leave this planet, and the Doctor, alone.”

Baines: “No, ma’am. You, ma’am, you will send us Mister John Smith. That’s all we want, ma’am, Mister John Smith and whatever he’s done with his Time Lord consciousness. Then we’d be very happy to leave you alone.”

“Baines died long ago, I can tell.” I commented. “Care to tell me who I’m speaking with?”

Baines: “We are the Family of Blood.”

“You’ve killed today.” I pointed out.

Baines: “Yes, sir. And they were good, sir.”

“I keep to my earlier threat. I’ll shoot you down myself.” I reminded him.

“This school is armed.” Rocastle felt the need to share.

Baines: “All your little tin soldiers. But tell me, sir, will they thank you?”

“I don’t understand.” Rocastle said.

“Shut up, Rocastle!” I barked.

Baines: “What do you know of history, sir? What do you know of next year?”

Rocastle: “You’re not making sense, Baines.”

Baines: “1914, sir. Because the Family has travelled far and wide looking for Mister 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?”

Rocastle: “Don’t you forget, boy, I’ve 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!”

I whacked him with my gun. He fell to the ground like a potato. In a flash, my gun was pointed back at Baines. “He talked too much.”

Baines: “Run along, Professer. Run back to school. And send us Mister Smith!”

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I walked up to John, ignoring the confused look on his face. “Okay. The Family isn’t going anywhere any time soon. Any luck with the phones?”

John: “The telephone line’s been disconnected. We are on our own.”

“Yeah, that’s the first thing I’d have done.” I sighed, thinking through a new strategy. “Alright. New plan.” I turned to the school boys. “Hutchinson, you build a barricade in the courtyard. Fortify the entrances, build our defences. Boys, you’re about to learn the joys of playing with fire.”

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“I’m training to be a doctor. Not an alien doctor, a proper doctor. A doctor of medicine.”

Joan: “Well that certainly is nonsense. Women might train to be doctors, but hardly a skivvy and hardly one of your color.”

Martha: “Oh, do you think? Bones of the hand. Carpal bones, proximal row. Scaphoid, lunate, triquetal, pisiform. Distal row. Trapezium, trapezoid, capitate, hamate. Then the metacarpal bones extending in three distinct phalanges. Proximal, middle, distal.”

Joan: “You read that in a book.”

Martha: “Yes, to pass my exams. Can’t you see this is true?”

Joan: “I must go.”

Martha: “If we find that watch, then we can stop them.”

Joan: “Those boys are going to fight. I might not be a doctor, but I’m still their nurse. They need me.”

“Hello Martha Jones.” I smirked. “Ya like my new clothes?”

Martha nodded. “You look...good.”

“Great.” I corrected.

It was a prep school girl uniform. It was dark red, with long sleeves. It had a stitch on open book where the school uniform bit goes. There was also a small black tie.

If you thought that was bad, you haven’t seen the skirt. Then again, I don’t think there’s much to see. It was a pleated skirt, the same color as my shirt. It was a very short skirt. I had knee socks too, white. My shoes were black, and shiny.

I felt like a naughty schoolgirl. I was determined to play this part.

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John: “You’re with Armitage and Thwaites. They know the drill. Terra, it’s not safe.”

Terra: “I’m doing my duty, just as much as you. Fine evening we’ve had together.”

John: “Not quite as planned.”

Terra: “Tell me about Nottingham.”

John: “Sorry?”

Terra: “That’s where you were brought up. Tell me about it.”

John: “Well, it lies on the River Leen, its southern boundary following the course of the River Trent which flows from Stoke to the Humber.”

Terra: “That sounds like an encyclopaedia. Where did you live?”

John: “Broadmoor Street. Adjacent to Hotley Terrace in the district of Radford Parade.”

Terra: “But more that 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.”

John: “How can you think that I’m not real? When I kissed you, was that a lie?”

Terra: “No, it wasn’t. No.”

John: “But this Doctor sounds like some, some romantic lost prince. Would you rather that? Am I not enough?”

Terra: “No, that’s not true. Stop putting words in my mouth.”

John: “I’ve got to go.”

Terra: “Martha was right about one thing, though. 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?”

“You’re making them fight as well.” John pointed out.

“I’m teaching them to defend.” I argued. “Defense is different.”

Rocastle [OC]: “Mister Smith, if you please!”

John: “What choice do I have?”

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“Burn ‘em boys!”

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Rocastle: “They’re straw. Like he said, straw.”

Hutchinson: “The no one’s dead, sir? We killed no one?”

(Footsteps on the gravel.)

Rocastle: “Stand to!”

(It is Lucy and her balloon.)

Rocastle: “You, child. Come out of the way. Come into the school. You don’t know who’s out there. It’s the Cartwright girl, isn’t it? Come here. Come to me.”

(Martha runs out of the school.) Martha: “Mister Rocastle! Please, don’t go near her.”

Rocastle: “You were told to be quiet.”

Martha: “Just listen to me. She’s part of it. Terra, tell him.”

“She’s the daughter.” I snapped at Rocastle. “She’s one of them! She’s here to kill us all.”

Martha: “Mister Smith.”

John: “She was, she was with, with Baines in the village.”

Rocastle: “Mister 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. Come with me.”

Lucy: “You’re funny.”

Rocastle: “That’s right. Now take my hand.”

Lucy: “So funny.”

I shot the gun out of her hands. Lucy turned to me in slight fear. “No one else dies tonight, you hear me? No one dies!” I warned. “Everyone inside.”

“Professor, now really-”

“Get. Inside!” I ordered. “You will retreat in an orderly fashion back through the school. Hutchinson, lead the way.”

Hutchinson: “But ma’am-”

John: “I said, lead the way.”

Baines: “Well, go on, then. Run!” (Baines fires his gun into the air.)

Martha: “Come on!”

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(The boys scatter through the buildings, followed by the reanimated scarecrows. Latimer runs upstairs.)

John: “Let’s go. Quick as you can.”

Martha: “Don’t go to the village. It’s not safe.”

John: “And you, ladies.”

Joan: “Not till we’ve got the boys out.”

John: “Now, I insist. The pair of you, just go. If there are any more boys inside, I’ll find them.”

(He opens the door. There are scarecrows on the other side. He slams it shut and locks it.)

John: “I think, retreat.”

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(Latimer is running for the woods when Baines and Jenny get to the dormitory. Clark stands outside the building, shouting, as John, Joan and Martha hide in the bushes.)

Clark: “Doctor! Doctor!”

(He has the Tardis with him.)

Clark: “Come back, Doctor. Come home. Come and claim your prize.”

Baines: “Out you come, Doctor. There’s a good boy. Come to the Family.”

Jenny: “Time to end it now.”

Martha: “You recognise it, don’t you?”

Jenny: “Come out, Doctor. Come to us!”

John: “I’ve never seen it in my life.”

Martha: “Do you remember its name?”

Terra: “I’m sorry, John, but you wrote about it. The blue box. You dreamt of a blue box.”

John: “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?”

Terra: “Yes. Yes, he is.”

John: “Why can’t I stay?”

Martha: “But we need the Doctor.”

John: “What am I, then? Nothing. I’m just a story.”

“We’re all stories in the end.” I told him. “It’s up to you to make it a good one.”

(The Doctor runs away and the women follow.)

Baines: “One more phase and we won’t have to hunt. The Doctor, Mister Smith, the boy, the watch, they will come to us. Soldiers, guard this thing.”

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Joan: “This way. I think I know somewhere we can hide.”

John: “We’ve got to keep going.”

Joan: “Just listen to me for once, John. Now, follow me.”

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Joan: “Oh, here we are. It should be empty. Oh, it’s a long time since I’ve run that far.”

Martha: “But who lives here?”

Joan: “If I’m right, no one.”

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Joan: “Hello? No one home. We should be safe here.”

Martha: “Whose house is it, though?”

Joan: “Er, the Cartwrights. 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.”

(Joan touches the teapot.)

Joan: “Stone cold. How easily I accept these ideas.”

John: “I must go to them, before anyone else dies.”

Joan: “You can’t. Martha, there must be something we can do.”

Martha: “Not without the watch.”

John: “You’re this Doctor’s companion. Can’t you help? What exactly do you do for him? Why does he need you?”

Martha: “Because he’s lonely.”

John: “And that’s what you want me to become.”

(A knock at the door.)

Joan: “What if it’s them?”

Martha: “I’m not an expert, but I don’t think scarecrows knock.”

(Martha opens the door.)

Timothy: “I brought you this.”

(The watch.)

Martha: “Hold it.”

John: “I won’t.”

Martha: “Please, just hold it.”

Timothy: “It told me to find you. It wants to be held.”

Joan: “You’ve had this watch all this time? Why didn’t you return it?”

Timothy: “Because it was waiting. And because I was so scared of the Doctor.”

Joan: “Why?”

Timothy: “Because I’ve seen him. He’s like fire and ice and rage. He’s like the night and the storm in the heart of the sun.”

John: “Stop it.”

Timothy: “He’s ancient and forever. He burns at the centre of time and he can see the turn of the universe.”

John: “Stop it! I said stop it.”

Timothy: “And he’s wonderful.”

Terra: “I’ve still got this. The journal.”

John: “Those are just stories.”

Terra: “Now we know that’s not true. Perhaps there’s something in here.”

(Big bang. The cottage shakes.)

Martha: “What the hell?”

(Fireballs are falling to earth a little way away.)

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Joan: “They’re destroying the village.”

John: “The watch.”

Joan: “John, don’t.”

Timothy: “Can you hear it?”

John: “I think he’s asleep. Waiting to awaken.”

Timothy: “Why did he speak to me?”

John: “Oh, low level telepathic field. You were born with it. Just an extra synaptic engram causing-” “Is that how he talks?”

Martha: “That’s him. All you have to do is open it and he’s back.”

John: “You knew this all along and yet you watched while Nurse Redfern and I-”

Martha: “I didn’t know how to stop you. He gave me a list of things to watch out, for but that wasn’t included.”

(Joan looks in the journal by moonlight through the window.)

John: “Falling in love? That didn’t even occur to him?”

Martha: “No.”

John: “Then what sort of man is that? And now you expect me to die?”

Martha: “It was always going to end, though! The Doctor said the Family’s got a limited lifespan, and that’s why they need to consume a Time Lord. Otherwise, three months and they die. Like mayflies, he said.”

John: “So your job was to execute me.”

Martha: “People are dying out there. They need him and I need him. Because you’ve got no idea of what he’s like. I’ve only just met him. It wasn’t even that long ago. But he is everything. He’s just everything to me and he doesn’t even look at me, but I don’t care, because I love him to bits. And I hope to God he won’t remember me saying this.”

(A explosion close by.) Timothy: “It’s getting closer.”

John: “I should have thought of it before. I can give them this. Just the watch. Then they can leave and I can stay as I am.”

Martha: “You can’t do that!”

John: “If they want the Doctor, they can have him.”

Martha: “He’ll never let you do it.”

John: “If they get what they want, then, then”

Terra: “Then it all ends in destruction. Those creatures would live forever to breed and conquer, for war across the stars for every child. Martha, Timothy, Joan, would you leave us alone, please?”

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I turned to John, a sad look was on his face. “If I could do this instead of you, then I would. I’d hoped. But my hopes aren’t important.”

John: “He won’t love you.”

Terra: “I never deserved it, not the way it was with you. I never thought I should be so blessed. And then you were so-”

John: “And it was real. I wasn’t. I really thought.”

Terra: “Let me see. Blasted thing. Blasted, blasted thing. Can’t even hear it. It says nothing to me, which is unlike him cause he loves talk-”

(John puts his hands over Terra’s and the watch.)

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John and Terra’s wedding day.

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Their firstborn.

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Two kids in the woods.

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John: “They’re all safe, aren’t they? The children, the grandchildren. Everyone’s safe?”

Terra: “Everyone’s safe, and they all send their love, John.”

John: “Well, it’s time. Thank you.”

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John: “Did you see?”

Terra: “The Time Lord has such adventures, but he could never have a life like that.”

John: “And yet I could.”

Terra: “What are you going to do?”

John Smith kissed me. Hard. At first, I wanted to pull him off. He was just really really good at it.

His hands reached up to my head, running his fingers through my hair.

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“Hey Doc.” I said, nervously looking down at my shoes.

The Doctor brushed a lock of hair out of my face. “How could you tell?”

My face felt like it was going to blush. Twelve’s passionate kiss came back to mind, his hands threading into my hair. “You like putting your hands in my hair.”

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I chuckled. “This was my tenth jump, and I’m with ten.” The Doctor smirked. “If I end up with Eleven next time, I’m gonna die laughing.”

The Doctor nervously scratched his head. He looked very nervous. “So...John kissed you.”

“Repeatedly.” I nodded.

The Doctor gave me a curious look. “Was...was it-”

“Good?” I smiled, feeling a blush. “No.”

The Doctor looked a little put off. “Oh.”

“It was amazing.” I smirked. “I wouldn’t mind another.”

“What?” The Doctor asked.

“I’ll tell you when you’re older, Doc.” I smirked. “Oh. I need to give you a nickname...” A terrible idea came to me. “Lucky.”

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