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Chapter Two

I was breathing hard with the immense running we were doing. Even if I have gotten used to The Doctors runs, I will never get fit. Snow flew in front of my face annoyingly, The Doctor kicking up snow in front of me. Grunting, I run to his side as the TARDIS comes into view.

Taking out his key with buttons, he pressed down on it causing the TARDIS to let out a car beep before we toppled inside. Slamming the door, The Doctor was already sprinting around the control panel and the TARDIS taking flight before I had regained my breath.

I stood off to the side as I let The Doctor do his work with the TARDIS. I asked him once if I could help and lets say it didn't go too well... I may or may not have landed us on a volcanic island... As it was erupting... But he forgave me after a few dozen apologies. Feeling the thud of the TARDIS landing, The Doctor sprinted outside with me at his heels.

It was a brick building, which looked to be destroyed. Burned, perhaps? For a while, as well. "Is this the right place? Where Tonia is?" I quietly asked as he nodded his head to a sign beneath us. It had the words 'BROADFELL' written upon it. So this was the place.

So where is Tonia? And... The Master?

--------------------3rd Person's POV-----------------------------

In an old house at the bottom of the stairs stood Wilfred with some very christmasy reindeer anklers. Whistling once, he looked up the stairs. "Just going down to the Lion!" He called up the stairs. "Quick little snifter! Christmas drinks!" He continued, moving towards the door. "Right, ta-ra!"

Once out the door, Wilfred took out his phone and put it to his ear. "Paratroop One to Paratroop Two, we are mobilised, I repeat, we are mobilised." He said, walking down the driveway. "Rendezvous 1300 hours. Over and out." He breathed out, standing still at the end of the driveway for a few seconds before a bus turned the corner into his street. Grinnning, Wilfred lifted his arms and wiggled his fingers to lead them over. Whistling, he called to them, "Ay, over here!"

"Way hey, shake a leg!" He chuckled, dancing on the spot as the bus pulls up and a bunch of other elders laugh and clap for Wilfred. "Right, come on, let's get going." Wilfred says, clambering onto the bus as the others cheer. The bus starting up and beginning to drive, Wilfred made his way down the rows of chairs. "Everybody alright? Who's got the chocolates, then?"

Wilfred had stopped at the front, explaining to the senior citizens about The Doctor. "He's tall and thin, wears a brown suit, maybe a blue suit, he's got a long brown coat. Oh and you can't forget that he's got a companion, Kayla." He had a page in hand, as well as everybody else which also explained what they were looking for. The Doctor. "Modern sort of hair, all sticky-uppy, right?" Flipping the page quickly, he holds up a hand-drawn picture of a police telephone box. "Oh, and on page two, be on the lookout for a police box. Exactly like the old ones."

A women close to Wilfreds own age smiled up at him. "I got locked inside one of them- August Bank Holiday 1962." She said as the man sitting opposite her leaned over. "Were you misbehaving, Minnie?" He joked as she to leaned over. "I certainly was. Wa-hey!" Minnie whooped as people cheered for her and laughed.

"Yeah, all right. Listen, this is important." Wilfred interupted, causing the laughter to cease. "We have got to find it, so phone around, phone everybody. Sally, will you get onto the Bridge Club? Winston, you try the Old Boys. Bobby, want you to ring the skiffle band, right? Between us, we've got the city covered."

"The Silver Cloak." Minnie said, looking to Wilfred. "Yeah." He agreed as a man at the back called up. "Who is he, then, this Doctor?" He asks as Wilfred shakes his head at him. "No, I can't tell you that. I swear. But answer me this- have you been having bad dreams?" He paused, and nobody answered him back. "All of you? Dreams you can't remember? Yeah, well, that's why we need him. We need The Doctor. More than ever."