"But here we are, talking. So I am a ghost. To you, I'm a ghost. We're all ghosts to you. The human race - we must be nothing,"
"No. No. You're not that!"
"Then what are we? What can we possibly be?!" Clara demands and Willow speaks up
"The only mystery worth solving..."
Living Room
Clara is staring at the pin board sadly, Emma walks up to her, placing a hand on her shoulder "What's wrong?"
"I just saw something I wish I hadn't,"
"What did you see?"
"That everything ends."
"No, not everything. Not love," Emma looks at Palmer, but Clara's eyes are on where Willow and The Doctor are stood, bickering softly, but Willow has a grin on her face "Not always,"
"Right, done. That's it. Gather round, gather round. Roll up, roll up!" The Doctor has made a slideshow from the pictures he took, he activates the projector with the sonic screwdriver."The Ghast of Caliburn House. Never changing, trapped in a moment of fear and torment. But, what if she's not? What if she's just trapped somewhere time runs more slowly than it does here? What if a second to her was a hundred thousand years to us? And what if somebody has a magic box," he mutters to Clara "A blue box, probably. What if said somebody could take a snapshot of her, say, every few million years?"
And up comes a shot of a woman with black hair in a white coverall, running.
"She's not a ghost. But she's definitely a lost soul. Her name is Hila Tacorian. She's a pioneer, a time traveller, or at least she will be in a few hundred years."
"Time travel's not possible. The paradoxes -"
"Resolve themselves, by and large," The Doctor explains
"Trust me, we know all about paradoxes," Willow mutters, flashes of her past life appearing in her memory.
"How long has she been alone?" Emma asks
"Well, time travel's a funny old thing. I mean, from her perspective, she crash landed -" The Doctro checks his watch "three minutes ago,"
"Crash landed? Where?"
"She's in a pocket universe. A distorted echo of our own. They happen sometimes but never last for long,"
The Doctor blows up a blue balloon, then a red one. The blue is the pocket universe, the red theirs.
"Our universe. Hila Tacorian's here, in a pocket universe. You're a lantern, shining across the dimensions, guiding her home, back to the land of the living," he deflates the blue balloon
"But what's she running from?"
"Well, that's the best bit. We don't know yet. Shall we see?" he clicks next on the slides and a large black creature is behind a tree."Oh..."
"What's that?" Alex asks
" I don't know," The Doctor admits "Still, not to worry," he claps his hands happily
"So, what do we do?"
"Not we, you. You save Hila Tacorian because you are Emma Grayling. You are the lantern. The rest of us are just along for the ride, I'm afraid," he grins then walks off "We need some sturdy rope and a blue crystal from Metebelis Three. Plus some Kendal Mint Cake!"
The TARDIS
The Doctor and Willow are grabbing equipment from below the deck of the TARDIS, Alex is back at the house helping set up in the music room.
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IN LOVING MEMORY | {4th - Stars Themselves Series}
FanfictionThe Sequel to MEMORIES OF A BROKEN GIRL After the loss of her parents, Willow Pond is unsure what to do with herself, luckily the birth of her twins gives her a purpose. She had to look after the rest of her family, two Ponds are gone, but two have...
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