Universe 1 [img=http://s30.postimg.org/9fs9wp54x/Smith_and_Taylor2.jpg] Miranda frowned. A plasmavore? She had no idea what that was. The woman looked human. However, the drinking blood, especially through a straw didn't seem so human. But then again, there was strange things that happened. "So her drinking the man's blood helped her assimilate into a human, at least on the surface?" She stated. She frowned. "And if the aliens...Judoon are searching based on humans she'll get away. What if we tell them?" However, the Doctor shook his head at that suggestion. The Judoon were just so thick. She hid a smile. Apparently, as he kept stating that. "Don't they have a deeper scan or something to tell?" She inquired. The sound of heavy boots sounding in the hallway caused her to glance out. The Judoon were slowly making their way down the hallway, checking each room as they went. She glanced at her hand. She had yet to be marked. "Doctor, Judoon are on their way." She told him. The Judoon where almost upon them when he exited. "Non-human!" The Judoon stated pulling out a weapon. Before Miranda realized what was happening, the Doctor had her hand and was yelling for her to run. They dashed through the wing quickly loosing the slower Judoon. Coming to a rest outside the MRI ward, the Doctor let her hand go and paused to think. "Do this a lot?" Miranda inquired curious. He briefly answered before starting going off trying to figure out what to do. Something finding the alien, trapping her and getting the Judoon to find her. Then he looked at the door to the MRI ward. His face lit up like a Christmas tree and he seemed a bit excited. Miranda looked at the door. What significance had it provided? Was there any relations or did he just get the idea while looking in that direction? The sound of heavy boots came toward them. The Judoon would find them fairly quickly. She glanced at the Doctor. Apparently he had a plan. "Doctor, the Judoon are almost on us. Should we continue to find the plasma...whatever?" She watched as he stopped in front of her. The sound of the Judoon getting closer and closer. "What's your idea?" She asked taking a glance behind her. Would the Judoon think she was an accomplice even if neither of them were guilty? Would they just execute them without question? Remembering how they killed the few people before, including firing on the black figure just for landing on them, she nodded. Yes. They would have no problems killing first and asking questions later. She frowned. Not very good police. She turned her attention back to the Doctor. "What do you have planned?" --- Universe 2: [img=http://0.tqn.com/d/scifi/1/0/Y/2/1/-/dw_xi_3_xmas_1240.jpg] He nodded. A governess. Ah ha! He got it. He grinned all excited that he called it before realizing that he really didn't want to get involved anymore. Quickly frowning, he turned off. "Just guessed." He stated when she asked how he knew she wasn't just a barmaid. After he had asked why he should help her she quickly started spouting of nonsense. He shook his head. "Enough." He told her. "I don't want to hear the entire thing." He said. He was about to walk away before he decided something. He turned back. "One word." He ordered. "Tell me in one word what seems to be the problem and why I should help you. No more." It was unusual of him to ask. Most likely whatever she responded would be inadequate for him and not be worth his time. He would then have to find a way to get rid of her. However, he was curious. Vastra had taught him the one word test. It made it interesting to see how someone would respond. How creative could they be? He waited, while she frowned trying to think of a word. "Right." He said turning to head back to the TARDIS. As he took a step she spoke. It was as if time had stood still. It was if the universe itself had frozen at the sound of that word. [i]Pond[/i]. The image of the young Scottish girl flashed through his mind. Her smile, her laughter, her tears... When she had been sent back in time he had given up all hope that the universe cared. All hope that any good was left. But now... His hearts started racing, his blood started to tingle. Now... He twirled around a huge childlike enthusiasm evident on his face. Now he got his response. Now he could move on. Forget retirement he had so much to do, so many things to see. He came back to Clara and beamed. "Let's go look see that girl." He told her. He laughed at her shocked response. "You wanted to answers Clara the Governess." He told her. "Let's go find them." Practically skipping down the steps, the Doctor felt something that he hadn't felt in some time: Alive. He was alive again. Sure, there had been pain. Sure he lost his Amelia. But there was a case to be solved. There was snow to investigate and people to find. "I always wanted to see living snowmen." He informed Clara not seeming to notice her expression or bewilderment. Pausing at the base at the base of the ladder, waiting for her to descend, he rubbed his hands happily. Once she was down, he turned to look at her. "Alright, so where is this little girl?"