"Well . . . let's go and say hi," the Doctor said quickly, not wishing to dwell on the touchy subject. Trish looked back to him, snapping out of her stupor. 
"I should check on her first. She might be asleep," said Trish, looking nervous to do so. The Doctor stared at her for a moment, seeing the hesitation to even go check up on her daughter. 
"Why are you afraid of her, Trish?" he asked. Trish gazed to him, silent in thought. 
"I want you to know, before you see her, that's she's really a great kid," she spoke urgently. 
"Of course she is," Wanda said gently. Trish turned her gaze to her, seeing Wanda smiling kindly. "She's just lonely. She wants to open up to you about it, but doesn't know how to." Trish remained staring at her, seeming to be bewildered by this statement. Wanda glanced over to Rose, seeing how the girl remained staring off to Trish. "May I use your loo?" 
Trish nodded, indicating in the direction for Wanda to go. She stood up, leaving the Doctor and Rose to continue discussing on Chloe's behavior. She heard how Trish went on saying how wonderful her daughter was, trying to convince them to see the good in Chloe. Good that Trish herself found hard to see anymore. 
Wanda walked up the stairs, going towards the Chloe's room. She knew Rose was really the one meant to do this . . . but something felt off about this adventure. She had been at unease since the scribble creature incident. Afraid that today might not go as well as she remembered from the show. She may just be over thinking things, but . . . better to be safe than sorry. She would take no chances for anyone getting hurt today. 
She went straight into the hallway cupboard. Knowing how Chloe would be coming out at any moment. Just as she shut the doors of the cupboard, Chloe walked out of the room and went downstairs. Wanda waited until the young girl's footsteps receded before she opened the doors, going quickly into Chloe's room. She gazed around to the room, seeing the vast amounts of drawings on the wall. All of children, animals, and flowers colored in brightly. Of all the drawings of children, Wanda saw how they stared out sadly to the world. All in a state of despair to their situation. She walked up and stared kindly to them. 
"Don't worry. We'll get you all out. I promise," she spoke softly to them. She saw how a few seemed to smile, while others remained sad. A cupboard rattled loudly behind her. She glanced over to it then back to the children. They looked fearful to her, seeming to be calling out in a warning. 
"It's fine, don't worry. I know what it is and I won't let it hurt any of you," she assured them. She walked over to the cupboard cautiously, reaching forward and opening it up. A gush of wind rush at her, blowing around her hair and the clothes within. She push back some of the clothes to see vicious looking drawing, scribbled on the back of the cupboard, of a hateful man with horns and glowing eyes. It growled loudly at her. 
"I'm coming. I'm coming to hurt you," it growled out. 
"Oh, shut up," Wanda muttered. She shut the door harshly, resisting the powers it tried to use over her to draw her into the small space. The same powers it would have used over Rose, ready to destroy her. Wanda was glad she had come up in place of Rose. The girl might have not been able to resist the energy as she had in the show. 
Wanda found a nearby piece of yarn, and tightly tied together the rattling doors to the monster-drawing inside. She smiled proudly; glad to have kept the monster at bay . . . for now. 
"See. Nothing to worry about," she told the rest of the room. The children-drawings smiled, joyful that everything had gone fine. She returned the smile. She then stared evenly back to the growling and rattling cupboard. 
Doctor, you might want to get up here. She called out urgently. She heard the pounding footsteps coming up the stairs. The Doctor rushed into the room, looking around in a small panic.