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The Shakespeare Code

The Doctor shrugged, looking over to Raelle. "We'll manage. Come on." He lies down beside Raelle, leaning his head against the wall as Raelle continued to stare into the abyss, lost in thought. The Doctor frowned slightly to himself, before turning his attention back to Martha as she spoke. 

Martha sighed, perching at the end of the bed. "So, magic and stuff. That's a surprise. It's all a little bit Harry Potter." She laughed.

The Doctor smirked at the mention of Harry Potter, lightly nudging Raelle as he spoke. "Wait till you read book seven. Oh, I cried." He placed a hand over his hearts,  as he looked down to see her reaction, a faint smile traced on her lips. He frowned again. 

"But is it real, though? I mean, witches, black magic and all that, it's real?" Martha asked incredulously.

"Course it isn't!" The Doctor scoffed.

"Well, how am I supposed to know? I've only just started believing in time travel. Give me a break."

"Looks like witchcraft, but it isn't. Can't be." The Doctor remarked, before raising an eyebrow at Martha. "Are you going to perch there all night?" He asked Martha, causing her to stand up defiantly, rolling her eyes. 

"Budge up a bit, then." She joked to Raelle, placing her candle on the side, as Raelle squished further into the Doctor. "Sorry, there's not much room. Us three here, same bed. Tongues will wag." She smirked.

The Doctor didn't reply, deep in thought on the witchcraft that seemed to lurk in London. "There's such a thing as psychic energy, but a human couldn't channel it like that." He spoke outloud to nobody in particular. "Not without a generator the size of Taunton and I think we'd have spotted that." He abruptly turned on his side, facing Raelle and Martha. Raelle turned her body to face him as Martha peered over to him, taking in his confused expression. 

"No, there's something I'm missing, Elle. Something really close, staring me right in the face and I can't see it." He sighed slightly. "Rose'd know." The Doctor thought out loud, too late for the words to stop flying out of his mouth. Raelle froze beside him, eyes flicking to his, as the Doctor continued. "A friend of ours, Rose." He explained to Martha, as Raelle turned to lie on her back, going back to staring at the ceiling. Martha nodded, listening, noting the sadden expression in the Doctor and the grief stricken one on Raelle. "Right now, she'd say exactly the right thing. Still, can't be helped. You're a novice, never mind. I'll take you back home tomorrow."

"Great." Martha sighed, turning over to blow out the candle as darkness settled over the room. Martha turned on her side, facing the candle, as she quickly fell asleep. The Doctor stayed awake, deep in thought about his plan of action for tomorrow. He peered over to Raelle beside him, finding her as lost in thought as he was.

"Hey, you all okay?" He asked in his mind, voice soft. 

"Yeah." He could hear the sigh evident in her words. "Just exhausted from today and feeling slightly homesick." The Doctor reached his arm over to her, pulling her towards his chest, an attempt to comfort her. Raelle leaned into the Doctor's touch, closing her eyes as she let Shakespeare's words float in her head. She didn't know why it effected her, getting all in her head. The unknown certainty between the Doctor and her ate away at her. It didn't take long for her to fall asleep, savouring the moment of being in the Doctor's arms. 

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The sound of a scream awoke the trio, as Raelle awoke disorientated as  the Doctor sprinted out of bed to the source of the noise. Raelle and Martha shared a worried look before chasing after him. They sprinted from their room to Shakespeare's room, startling Shakespeare awake as they barged through the door. Martha and the Doctor moved to an unconscious Dolly on the floor as Raelle raced to the window. She gasps in shock, seeing a figure on a broomstick flying off over the town, the faint sounds of cackling echoing behind.