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A hostile stand off late last night resulted in 5 dead and dozens injured as authorities attempted to subdue the criminal known as The Doctor, who managed to once again to flee this time managing to kidnap a young married couple. The radio blared out as Danny and Clara sat in the car in the middle of rush hour traffic as he drove her home.
“Wow two people this time, that man is starting to get cocky.” Danny shook his head turning the volume down, “There's going to be one day he slips and they'll get him, lock him up in a box.”
Clara sighed a little, Dannys arrogance sometimes got the better of him, “Not without a fair trial.”
Danny laughed looking at her, “A fair trial? Clara he's murdered people, hell the only person he's kidnapped to ever come back doesn't remember a damn thing. Who knows what he has done to that poor woman.”
“But she was fine and last time I heard she got married, so it must not have been that bad.”
“Then why does she not remember anything if it wasn't that bad?”
Clara shrugged, “Maybe she's protecting him?”
“Protecting a murderer? Clara honestly.”
Clara almost opened her mouth to make a comment but thought against it, she didn't want a full out war in the small vehicle on such a silly topic. Though it was no small feat for one man dealing with a mass of policemen while managing to sneak away with one let along two people in tow, something didn't seem right. She was lost in thought till Danny brought her back to reality as they arrived to her flat.
“Want me to come up with you?” he smiled to her.
Clara giggled and shook her head, knowing the intent of the question, “Sorry tons of marking to do tonight.”
“Well then stop giving them so much homework.”
“You need to stop giving yours too little,” she grinned leaning over giving him a small kiss on the lips before exiting the car, “see you tomorrow.”
Clara sat down, after promptly changing into her pajamas and brewing a fresh cuppa, with the large pile of writing assignments in front of her turning on the television for a bit of background noise as she started reading over the pile. She was half way through when she looked up noticing the news was on and reporting about the Doctor showing pictures of the condemned building the incident happened in and also the couple that he kidnapped this time, Amy and Rory Williams.
The news broadcaster straightened himself up looking straight to the camera, We also have, thanks to an anonymous donator, a video of the ordeal. This is just a notice it might be very distressful to the viewing audience. Claras interest perked as this was the first time that any pictures, let alone a video, was ever shown of the Doctor to her knowledge.
The very grainy black and white video started up, very noticeably that it is coming from one of the officers, showing a good number of heavily armored and armed police officers with a suited man standing around a very young lanky man with a big poof of dark hair almost covering his eyes casually holding his arms up.
“Mr. Smith, where are they?”, the agents voice droned.
“Ugh, why do you drones like to keep calling me that? I'm the Doctor and you know exactly where they are, gone from your little metal hands being picked up right now.” He smirked looking around at the group of heavily armed men before staring towards the camera a slight grin forming.
“We will find them Mr Smith. You're breaking the peace --”
He frowned shaking his head to the agent, “To hell with that agreement, you know even my side dislikes me for what I do. They all need to be set free, including you. I bet to you it even gets boring in here, especially with dealing with people like me.” He sighed, “Anyway enough talk you've almost got my signal haven't you?”
“Yes.”
“Time for running then.” He slicked back the quiff of hair, tugged on the lapels of his jacket before rushing straight at the camera which blacked out as soon as the gunfire happened for a few seconds ending the video returning back to the broadcaster whose eyes were wide with surprise before returning to the broadcast.
Clara had almost slid off the sofa as she had been watching it so intently, the question rolled around her head: They all need to be set free? What did that mean? The whole conversation made no sense, his signal? He was standing right there. She shook her head, it was all crazy and something she shouldn't lose sleep or ignore marking papers over, till she of course reached Courtney Woods' paper, the girl had quite the imagination especially when given free reign on the writing subject which as Clara read was on an interesting topic; What is the matrix?
Clara raised an eyebrow as she read on, some of what she was reading was so far fetched, typical of her character, but some of it made sense as there was a video out there of the Doctor and this man in black. She was definitely going to have another talk with Courtney over this topic especially when the assignment was to write a topic of non-fiction not science fiction but it intrigued her as it was starting to place a lot of questions into her head. Why was the Doctor doing what he was doing and what was the matrix?