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The Shakespeare Code

"I'm sorry." Martha added, apologised on his behalf. "You'll get a refund. But this play must not be performed." Martha turns to look at Shakespeare who gives her an approving nod. Without any notice, he falls down, unconscious, as his head hits into one of the actor's laps. Martha falls quick to his side, checking his pulse and breathing. "Will!" She gasped as the audience heckled. 

"Is he drunk or what?" One of the actors groaned. "Get him off the stage." A group of actors emerge from behind, carrying Shakespeare off the stage as Martha follows. They put him on a table in the back as Martha checked to see if he was alright. She chewed her lip nervously, thinking of another way to stop the play. 

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The Doctor and Raelle emerged into All Hallows Street, a small square. "All Hallows Street, but which house?" The Doctor asked aimlessly, looking around at the houses around them. Raelle could sense his frustration as he spun in circles. 

"The world didn't end in 1599." She reminded him, trying to help ease the tension. "Look at me. I'm living proof."

"Elle, I've explained this before, the mechanics of the infinite temporal flux? It's like Back to the Future." 

"The film?" She asked innocently, a smirk on her face. 

"No, the novelisation." He retorted sarcastically. "Yes, the film. Marty McFly goes back and changes history."

"And he starts fading away." Raelle finishes, trailing off before she gasps. "Oh my God, am I going to fade?"

"You and the entire future of the human race. It ends right now in 1599 if we don't stop it. But which house?" He groaned, as a door behind Raelle creaked open, invitingly. 

"I think the creaking door with magic is a big give away for a witch's house." Raelle offered, chills running down her spine. The Doctor grins down at her, as he grabs ahold of her hand as they made their way inside. They make their way up to the top floor, creaking the door open as a woman stands by the window. 

"I take it we're expected." The Doctor says, casually sauntering in with Raelle trailing behind. 

"Oh, I think Death has been waiting for you a very long time." The woman said, looking the Doctor up and down, amused. She then turned to look at Raelle, an innocent smile plastering on her face. "And it seems like death is waiting for you."

Raelle bit back away from the chills she got as she rolled her eyes. "Well, we're all going to die someday." She retorted. "Even you, Carrionite!" The witch gave a fake gasp. Nothing, no reaction. Raelle frowned, looking up to the Doctor. "What did I do wrong?" She whined. 

The witch laughed at Raelle. "The power of a name works only once. Observe." She points her finger at Raelle. "I gaze upon this bag of bones and now I name thee Raelle Tyler." 

Raelle paled as she felt something hit her down within. Raelle's eyes roll into the back of her head, as she falls unconscious, the Doctor catching her in his arms. He looks down to her, worry evident on his face, as he brushes back a loose hair on her forehead. "What have you done?" He shouts at the witch, placing her gently on the floor as he turns his attention back to the witch, glaring. 

"Only sleeping, alas." She smiled, looking down to Raelle. "It's curious. The name has less impact. She's somehow out of her time." She pounces forward, aiming a finger at the Doctor. "And as for you, Sir Doctor. Fascinating. There is no name. Why would a man hide his title in such despair? Oh, but look. There's still one word with the power that aches."

"The naming won't work on me." The Doctor replied, anger radiating throughout his body.

"But your heart grows cold. The north wind blows and carries down the distant Rose." The witch smirked, knowing the name Rose would have an impact on the Doctor.