Universe 1: [img=http://s13.postimg.org/3ot8txq2v/Smith_and_Taylor.jpg] His name was the Doctor? He looked serious when he stated it. What parents named their kids "Doctor?" Deciding to take it at face value, Miranda watched as the Doctor explained that they should find what the aliens were looking for first. That made sense. Find whoever was behind it. When he ducked behind the plants, she did so as well, though not sure exactly why. When he stated they were looking for a non-human she was a bit surprised at that. Then he just casually stated that it meant bad news for him. Wait, he wasn't human?" She wondered a bit surprised. He looked as human as her. However, before she could ask him on it, he continued. As he explained, she nodded, trying to keep up. "So the aliens are like interstellar police that are after a criminal. Which is not you but is it not human either." She frowned. "As for the computers, there is a security office on the fifth floor." She informed him. She remembered it well as she had been assigned to watch the monitors one time when they were looking for several hostile individuals. "Come with me." She told him heading up the stairs. They were just ahead of the aliens and she could hear their boots echoing in the stairway. "If you they aren't after you," She stated. "Why are you hiding from them?" She looked at him sharply as she made her way onto the fifth floor. But then again, she was a police officer. Some people seemed to think that they were all bad and therefore wanted to avoid them, even if they were innocent. It was a bit annoying sometimes. Apparently this man was similar. "In here." She said pushing open the door to the office and nodding to several computer banks. There was no one in the room, the security probably all taking off to keep everyone calm. But then again, she hadn't seen a security officer at all yet. Had they cut the budget? Turning, she looked out the door. People were still freaking out. In a matter of a few minutes, the aliens would be up here and things might get out of hand. "I'll let you play with that. I'm going to see if I can do anything." She couldn't just stand around and do nothing. She had to get involved. Heading out the door, she made her way down the hallway. Thankfully, the hallway was fairly empty as most people were in the rooms, frightened. Hearing an unusual noise, she stopped and entered one of the rooms. A person enclosed in complete black, motorcycle gear or something, stood there with the helmet on. The noise stopped and a woman rose, a straw in her hand, inches away from her lips. Their eyes locked for a second, before Miranda caught sight of the man on the ground, dead. "Get her." The woman cried to the black figure. Having an opponent ran at you gave one such a great defensive advantage. Using their momentum against them saved you on energy as well as made it easier for a smaller opponent to face off against a larger opponent. With that in mind, Miranda used the figure's momentum to flip him over, forcing him to land on his back. The figure rebounded far quicker than she expected and came at her. Dodging his grasp she struck only to find that his surface was far to rubbery. Her pause gave the figure enough time to backhand her sending her out of the room. Jumping up she stood, her back to the railing waiting for the figure to attack. The figure lowered his head and charged at her. Moving away, she winced as he hit the railing and instead of stopping, flipped over and fell. Going over to the edge she peered over. The thing hit the ground knocking over one of the aliens. Quickly several others came over and fired lasers at it, turning the figure into a glob of rubber. She winced and ducked out of sight. Turning, she re-entered the room only to find that the woman was gone. Running back to the computer room she found the Doctor slightly still toying with the computers. "I think I found your alien friend." She told him. Then she quickly explained how she had found the woman, a straw at her lips and the rubber like figure. He was obliterated by the alien police on the first floor. Assuming the fall didn't kill him." She stated. Though she hated to be the cause of the man's death there had been no time to really save him. And even though it was self-defense, undoubtedly his death will haunt her just like all the others. --- Universe 2 [img=http://wac.450f.edgecastcdn.net/80450F/screencrush.com/files/2012/11/3110585-high_res-doctor-who-christmas-special-2012-children-in-need.jpg] He felt a bit stupid. No Vastra had not sent her. She had just followed him up on her own. How had she done that? Perhaps he was not as careful as he should have been. He smiled sadly as she declared she was not leaving until she got answers. Ah those were the days. Then she proceeded to ask a bunch of questions. What was his name? What was she standing on? Did he actually live up her on the clouds in a box? He waited until she finished asking questions and stating the obvious. A smile started to toy on his lips as she finished up. She was good. If he hadn't seemed sincere about not knowing who Vastra was, he would have guessed that Vastra had indeed sent her. "Clouds. Yes. And no I'm not sulking." He responded though there was a flicker of what he used to be in his eye. He smiled briefly as she blinked. “You are standing on clouds. And Yes I live in this blue box on top of the clouds.” Satisfied?” Apparently she wasn’t because she still wanted to know his name? Also what was going on with the snow and how on earth did snow remember? He held up his hands. “Whoa. Slow down.” He said. “First off, I’m the Doctor. And secondly, I don’t care what the snow does. I’m finished saving the world.” He slowly circled in front of her. “Now you’re the odd one.” He told her matter-of-fact. “Able to follow me without detection, which actually probably wasn’t that hard as I hadn’t really been trying…” He stated flinging his hands around while he talked. Turning quickly he came back. “As well as find my ladder and climb up here.” He paused inches from her face, pointing his finger at her. “You Clara are an interesting girl. You know why?” He inquired stepping back and crossing his arms. “You aren’t just a barmaid.” He told her. Despite the fact he didn’t want to help or do anything, her spunk and energy seemed to spark some enthusiasm in him. It was as if part of him was ready and willing to go investigate this farther. Part of him was already back and rearing to go. “You know why you aren’t just a barmaid?” He asked turning and walking toward the ladder. “Your hands. You attitude. Your manners.” He snapped his fingers. “My bet is you’re actually someone who works with the upper class but is only working as a barmaid to get some additional information. Or to help a friend out.” He added more to himself. “No matter.” He came back and looked at her. “So Clara, who are you and why should I help?”