The Doctor dabbed at Wanda's face with a cloth soaked in a medical solution to heal the cuts. She winced as the liquid stung when closing up the larger cuts. He gave a sympathetic look, continuing away at her face and hands.
"You know, I could do this myself," she mumbled. He just shushed her. She sighed, relaxing into the chair of the medical bay. "I'm sorry I keep getting injured. I'm just really accident-prone. Shelly used to tease me about it all the time. Said how I could trip on air."
"You do seem to run into trouble," he joked, chuckling some.
She rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I know. I ran into you, didn't I?" She giggled at his pout.
He sat down the cloth, smiling that all the cuts were now healed. "There. All better."
He lifted up a mirror for her to see her face. All cuts completely erased. She smiled, happy that he had cared enough to help heal her. Really, she was not bothered by whether or not she looked a little scratched up. The cuts or bruises gave her face some character, telling of the adventures she had been on. Besides, they would just heal in the end anyway.
They walked down the corridors, going back to the control room where Rose waited for them. The Doctor chuckled slightly while they walked.
"What?" Wanda questioned him, wondering what was so funny.
"You've been teasing me," he replied. He grinned largely at her. "Normally, only your other incarnations do that."
"I'm sorry. I hope I didn't make you mad with the teasing," she said quickly, hoping he was not annoyed with her. She had just become so used to being with Eleven for so long. They had gotten into the habit of teasing each other back and forth. River had been the main influence, encouraging Wanda to join in teasing the Doctor. The two females had sort of bonded even closer than before in joking around together.
"Not at all. I find it funny that you're so relaxed enough to joke around now. You've come a long way from the shy girl I once knew," Ten said happily. She smiled with pride to that, realizing he was right. She hardly ever felt shy anymore, and felt comfortable with having a voice and being around other people.
"I guess it's because I've gotten used to everything," she explained. "I have been with you for a while now. Almost eight months I think." He paused briefly in his step before continuing on. A solemn expression taking over.
"Eight months," he repeated.
"Almost." Wanda blinked, looking at his sad expression. "What is it?"
"Nothing." He frowned, thinking. It would not be long now.
They met Rose in the control room and together walked off to Chloe's house. They reached the home and rang the doorbell, waiting patiently for Trish to answer the door. Eventually, she opened the door, and after some persuasion, she let them in. Realizing that they might be able to help her daughter with the problems Chloe had been going through. Trish showed them inside to the living room. The telly was on, showing them the torch bearer coming closer to the neighborhood's street. Rose and Wanda sat down on the sofa while the Doctor stood by the telly, facing Trish.
"She stays in her room most of the time," Trish started to explain. "I try talking to her, but it's like trying to speak to a brick wall. She'll give me nothing, just ask to be left alone."
"What about Chloe's dad?" Rose asked her. Trish remained silent for a moment, a haunted look within her eyes.
"Chloe's dad died a year ago," Trish replied, hesitant to even discuss it. Rose stared at the woman with sympathy.
"I'm sorry," Rose said softly.
"You wouldn't be if you'd known him." Trish looked away, staring off in a daze, remembering the terrible things she and Chloe had gone through. Wanda stared sadly at the mother, wishing neither her nor her daughter had to go through something as awful as that.
"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.
"What is it? What's wrong?" he asked in a rush, coming into the room towards her. He stopped halfway in the room, looking to the growling and rattling cupboard.
"What's in there?" asked Rose. She, Trish, and Chloe came in behind the Doctor, staring in alarm at the cupboard.
"A drawing. And a pretty nasty one at that," Wanda explained.
"A drawing? What drawing?" asked Trish, going up to the cupboard to open it. Wanda stopped her quickly.
"Bad idea," Wanda told her, moving the mother's hands away from the door. "It's a drawing of your husband. Chloe's fear of her father, in the way she saw him." Trish looked at her daughter in alarm.
"Why did you draw that?" she asked.
"I drew him yesterday," Chloe explained, staring evenly at her mother.
Trish stared at Chloe is disbelief, and asked, "Chloe, with all the lovely things in the world, why him?" Chloe hesitated for a second before answering.
"I dream about him, staring at me," she answered.
Trish shook her head slightly, utterly unbelieving to the child's unwillingness to let go of the past. "I thought we were putting him behind us. What's the matter with you?"
"Trish, don't be mad with Chloe," Wanda said, trying to calm the mother down. "It's hard putting something as frightening as that behind you."
"We need to stay together," Chloe spoke up over Wanda. Trish stared firmly to her daughter.
"Yes, we do," she said, nodding to Chloe and glad that the young girl saw it that way. Chloe stared harshly at her mother.
"No, not you. Us," she replied angrily. The Doctor, who had been studying the drawings on the other side of the room, turned curiously to Chloe when hearing this. Chloe stared evenly to her mother, having a strange daze in her eyes. "We need to stay together, and then it'll be all right." Trish walked up, holding Chloe tightly in fear to what she was saying.
"Trish, the drawings-," Wanda began explaining.
"Who gave you permission to come into her room?" Trish asked harshly, glaring at Wanda. "Get out of my house." Wanda stared calmly back.
"Trish, I know you've seen what Chloe's drawings can do," she spoke in a soft and even tone. She looked over to Chloe. "Why don't you tell us about the drawings?"
"I don't want to hear any more of this," Trish said firmly.
"I do," the Doctor spoke up.
"Well, I don't, now get out," said Trish remaining firm.
"Chloe has a power, and she used it to take Danny Edwards, Dale Hicks," Rose spoke up, trying to help Wanda and the Doctor reason with the women. "She's using it to snatch the kids."
"Get out," Trish demanded again, though this time wavering. Knowing the truth was there, but refusing to believe it.
"You've seen those drawings move," stated Wanda. "I know you have."
"I haven't seen anything," Trish said defensively, dismissing Wanda's statement.
"Yes, you have, out of the corner of your eye," the Doctor stated evenly. Trish turned sharply to him. The Doctor walked up to her, determined to get her to see the truth. "And you dismissed it, because what choice do you have when you something you can't possibly explain? You dismiss it, right, and if anyone mentions it, you get angry, so it's never spoken of ever again."
"She's a child," said Trish.
"And you're terrified of her," the Doctor remarked. Trish's eyes went wide, realizing the truth to that statement. The Doctor's gazed softened some, becoming understanding to the mother's denial. For, in many ways, it was the mother's act of protecting her child."But there's no one to turn to cause who's going to believe the things you see out of the corner of your eye? No one . . . except me."
There was a moment of silence as Trish stared at the Doctor, her eyes gazing at him with unease. "Who are you?"
The Doctor continued to stare evenly at her. "I'm help."
XxXxXxXx
After a while of explaining to Trish on what was happening to Chloe and the drawings, they managed to persuade her to allow them to have a serious discussion with her daughter. Chloe sat on her bed while they stood in front of her. The Doctor observed her carefully. Chloe stared back evenly. He slowly crouched in front of her, placing his fingers on her temples. Her eyes at first widened at the touch, then they rolled up and her eyelids twitching. The Doctor closed his eyes as he concentrated. Then Chloe fell back with the Doctor gently laying her on her bed. Trish made a move to stop him, worried for her daughter's safety. But Wanda and Rose held her back, reassuring her to trust the Doctor.
The Doctor stepped back away from the bed, staring evenly to Chloe.
"Now we can talk," he said to the young girl.
"I want Chloe," came a raspy voice from Chloe, the entity within now taking control of the young girl. "Wake her up. I want Chloe."
"Who are you?" the Doctor questioned evenly, ignoring the demand.
"I want Chloe Webber!" the entity demanded fiercely, slamming Chloe's hand against the bed.
"What've you done to my little girl?" Trish asked, horrified by what was happening.
"Doctor, what is it?" asked Rose, staring at Chloe with uncertainty. The Doctor ignored them both, focused on the task at hand.
"I'm speaking to you, the entity that is using this human child," the Doctor said loudly, staring fixedly to the child. "I request parley in compliance with the shadow proclamation."
"I don't care about shadows or policies," the entity retorted. The Doctor raised a brow.
"So, what do you care about?" he asked evenly.
"I want my friends," demanded the entity.
The Doctor crouched down to sit closer to Chloe. "You're lonely, I know. Identify yourself."
"I am one of many. I travel with my brothers and sisters. We take an endless journey . . . a thousand of your lifetimes. But now, I am alone. I hate it. It's not fair, and I hate it!"
"Name yourself."
"Isolus."
The Doctor stared in shock, everything suddenly piecing together and making sense to him. "You're Isolus. Of course!"
"Our journey began in the deep realms, when we were a family." The entity used Chloe to rapidly draw a picture on a nearby page, putting together a picture for them. It drew a picture of its mother, a beautiful creature looking to be a mix between a jellyfish and a flower.
The Doctor began to explain what exactly an Isolus was. Wanda listened absently as she watched Chloe draw. Wanda already knew that the Isolus were empathic entities who travel together in deep space with millions of brothers and sisters. They would travel through space for thousands and thousands of years, riding inside of pods which travel by using the heat of solar flares. All through this time, they use their ionic powers to create worlds around them to play in while they wait to grow up. They were linked together, sustained with, and only with, love. An Isolus could not be alone. Without love, they would be lost. How lonely and woeful the Isolus must feel. Especially with it being a child. Something such as being separated from one's family, particularly when one is a child and in such a traumatic way . . . it must be heart wrenching. Wanda blinked out of a solemn stupor, realizing the Doctor was done talking.
"Why did you come to Earth?" the Doctor finally asked the Isolus after he finished explaining.
"We were too close," the Isolus explained in its raspy voice. It flipped to another page, beginning to draw again.
"That's a solar flare from you sun," the Doctor observed from the drawing. "Would have made a tidal wave of solar energy that scattered the Isolus pods."
"Only I fell to Earth," the Isolus told them. "My brothers and sisters are left up there, and I cannot reach them. So alone."
The Doctor stared curiously at Chloe. "You pod crashed. Where is it?"
"My pod was drawn to heat, and I was drawn to Chloe Webber. She was like me, alone. She needed me, and I her."
"You empathized with her." The Doctor petted the side of Chloe's face lightly, feeling sad for the lonely entity. "You wanted to be with her because she was alone like you"
Chloe began to cry, tears streaming down her face. "I want my family. It's not fair."
"I understand. You want to make a family. But you can't stay in this child. It's wrong. You can't steal any more friends for yourself."
The entity became angry. "I am alone." The cupboard doors banged loudly. The growling rang out loudly within the room. The monster-drawing from within called out viciously, wanting to come after Chloe. The young girl on the bed began to shake, reliving her fears within her mind.
The Doctor quickly asked Trish to calm her. Trish rushed forward and began to sing a gentle lullaby, calming the girl from her fears. Slowly, Chloe stopped shaking and the drawing within the cupboard receded. Leaving the room silent while Trish cried over a sleeping Chloe.
"He came to her because she was lonely," cried the mother. "Chloe, I'm sorry." She cried, hugging her daughter close.
XxXxXxXx
They help Trish gather up all the colored pencils, crayons, pens, and anything else they could think of that the entity might use to draw with. They walked out quickly from the house, going back to the TARDIS. The Doctor needed to build a device that could follow the weak trace of the Isolus pod.
They arrived to the ship, and once inside, the Doctor immediately began working on creating the device. While the Doctor and Rose talked over the lonely being, the Doctor sympathizing and Rose only seeing it as a terror, Wanda leaned against a near pillar. She stared off to nothing. Her eyes swirled with a distant look.
Something about that lonely Isolus felt . . . familiar. As if she had known someone like that before. Or . . . as if she herself had felt like that before. She had felt that same loneliness. That same loss of love. So alone, and so unloved. But how could she have felt that? All she had ever known was her wonderful and loving family and friends back in her village. Right? There could be nothing more there. No reason for her to feel this way. Was there? But that same sense of loneliness plagued her. She could feel it pounding away at her hearts. Why was she feeling this way?
"Wanda? Are you all right?" Rose called out to her. Wanda blinked, pulling out of her stupor to see the Doctor and Rose gazing anxiously at her.
"Huh? Uh . . . yeah. Sorry. Spaced out there for a minute," Wanda said quietly.
"Is something wrong?" asked Rose. Wanda stared at them for a second before looking away, staring off to nothing once again.
"I don't know. I feel like . . . I've felt that same loneliness as the Isolus and Chloe are feeling," she spoke in a very solemn and hushed tone. "Like I've have been searching for a family and friends as well. Desperate for them. I've been alone, too." Wanda winced and hissed as a sharp headache stabbed at her mind. She reached up with one hand, gripping at her head. Her hearts sped up rapidly. Her ears began to ring loudly, and things tilted in the room slightly.
"Wanda?" the Doctor called out worriedly. Wanda shook her head, pushing away the strange feeling. She was just sympathetic with the creature and over thinking things. That was all. She blinked rapidly, trying to clear her mind from these thoughts.
"I'm sorry. I should have been helping you make that," she apologized quickly.
"No, it's fine. I'm already finished," the Doctor said lightly, lifting up the device for Wanda to see a finished product. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I just got a bad headache there. But don't worry, it went away," Wanda said, wishing to forget the experience and feelings. She was just missing her family and old friends. That was it. She turned and started walking to the TARDIS doors. "We better hurry. The Isolus won't wait forever."
The two others stared with uncertainty to the Time Lady. Once the doors were closed, Wanda having walked outside without them, Rose turned sternly to the Doctor.
"We have to do something. We can't keep letting this happen," she said urgently to him. The Doctor sighed, rubbing his hand through his hair.
"I know, but what do you want us to do? Huh? Just go up to her and ask her questions about her life story, causing her even more pain?" he grumbled in frustration.
"You're the Doctor. Figure something out," Rose protested. He glared at her with aggravation.
"What am I supposed to figure out when I don't even know what's wrong with her?" he bit out.
Rose's angry stare lessen, looking fearfully at the Doctor. "I'm just scared, Doctor. I don't want anything to happen to her."
The Doctor's gaze lessened as well. "I know. I'm scared, too." They turned quickly when Wanda poked her head back inside the TARDIS.
"Well? Are you guys coming or what?" she called to them. They both hurriedly went to the door and followed her out.
"Okay, it's about two inches across, dull gray, like a gull's egg, very light," the Doctor explained as they walked away from the TARDIS.
"So, these pods, they travel from sun to sun, using heat, yeah, so it's not all about love and stuff," Rose went on to contemplate.
"Not all about love, but essential. It needs both heat and love to travel," Wanda explained. "Right, Doctor? . . . Doctor?" Glass shattered behind them. They both turned sharply, looking to see the device the Doctor had been carrying smashed to pieces on the ground. The Doctor, and even the TARDIS, had vanished. Wanda's eyes went wide with horror.
"No, no, no!" she cried out, rushing over to where the Doctor had been only seconds ago. "I'd forgotten!" She gripped her head in panic, not believing how she could have forgotten this. She had remembered earlier, but after the scribble creature incident it had slipped her mind. She had been so caught up with everything else.
"What happened? Where's the Doctor?" Rose asked in alarm.
"It's the Isolus. It took him," Wanda said rapidly. She let go of her head, spinning around and rushing off. "We have to go!"
They sprinted back down to Chloe's house. Rose ran off to the house while Wanda went to the council bin man, Kel. Not even bothering with going to Chloe, knowing it was useless. Kel kneeled on the ground happily stroking at his finished work on the road. An expression of pride written all over his face. Wanda felt sorry for what she was about to do.
She rushed to Kel's van, throwing open the doors. Kel looked up, seeing her rummaging in the van.
"Hey, that's a council van. Out," he called out at her, getting up from the ground to make her leave. Wanda jumped out of the van with a pickaxe in hand. He paused, staring wide eyed at her. "Whoa, wait, wait a minute."
He protested more as Wanda rushed over to the tar spot he had been working on. She swung the pickaxe high in the air and brought it down with all her might. It hit the ground hard, breaking away pieces of the road. She kept at it, breaking apart the spot until she reached the under layer. Dropping the pickaxe, she fell to her knees and started to dig through the rubble. The small pod surface right at her hand. She grabbed it, holding it up with joy. She was that much closer to saving the Doctor.
"What is it?" Kel asked in surprise to the sight of the small pod. Wanda smiled brightly to him.
"It's a spaceship!" she shouted with glee. Making sure to pick up the pickaxe again, she rushed towards the house, giving a backwards glance to Kel. "Real sorry 'bout the road, by the way. It really was great craftsmanship." Kel merely blinked at her in disbelief. Wanda gave him one more apologetic smile before sprinting more hurriedly to the house. She ran into Rose who had been rushing back out of the house.
"Wanda, she won't give the Doctor back. She's a terror! We have to find that pod," Rose said in a rush. Wanda held up the pod for Rose to see. Rose's face lit up with joy. "You found it!"
"Yep," Wanda stated with pride, handing it to Rose carefully. "Now, remember. The secret is love and warmth." She closed Rose's hands tightly at it, patting them before walking quickly inside, knowing that, any minute now, the Isolus would be taking the Olympic crowd.
Sure enough, as soon as they both walked into the living room, the announcer on the telly stated in disbelief how the entire crowd had vanished. All gone in an instant. Wanda rushed onward, holding the pickaxe tightly as she ran upstairs. Rose, Kel, and Trish all close behind.
Wanda did not even bother with trying the door, knowing the Chloe had placed a chair in front of it. She immediately began breaking the door down with the pickaxe, splintering it apart. She made a wide enough gap in the door for her to stick her hand in and move the chair out of the way. Opening the door fully, she saw how the Chloe had already begun to draw the world on the wall. Ready to bring everyone into a drawing so then they would never be alone. The cupboard door on the side rattled roughly. The yarn tied to the doors straining to keep the monster within.
"If you stop Chloe Webber, I will let him out. We will let him out together. I cannot be alone. It's not fair!" the Isolus said angrily at them. Rose held out the pod to Chloe.
"Look, we've got your pod," Rose said, staring worriedly to the roaring cupboard.
"The pod is dead," the Isolus retorted.
"Not it-it only needs heat," Rose said quickly.
"It needs more than heat," the Isolus answered.
"What, then?" Rose asked hurriedly.
"Rose, the secret is love and warmth," Wanda said evenly, not taking her eyes off of Chloe. Rose stared at the Time Lady, confused to the answer. Wanda's eyes shifted somewhat anxiously as she gazed to Chloe. "What is a beacon of love and warmth to this world? The one thing my world does not have?" Over a laptop in Chloe's room, the announcer spoke of the close arrival of the torch bearer, the torch now being seen as a symbol love. Rose's eyes went wide with realization.
"The torch," Rose stated with glee.
"Good. Now, go. I need to be here," Wanda told her, sending Rose off. Rose and Kel rushed off, while Trish and Wanda remained. Wanda knew they would not make it in time. She saw that now. Chloe was too close to being done with her drawing. The world would be sucked in and would vanish forever.
"Please, listen to me. You can't do this," Wanda said evenly, trying to move towards the young girl, but stepping back when the cupboard rattled loudly. "This isn't how love works. You can't force it like this."
"I will not be alone! I cannot be alone!" the Isolus said harshly. "It's not fair!"
"I know. I know, it's not fair. It's never fair being alone," Wand said soothingly. "But you can't bring in people, forcing them to love. Love doesn't work that way."
"They will learn to love," the Isolus insisted, getting closer to finishing the drawing.
Wanda shook her head slowly. "Not this way."
Chloe's eyes narrowed determinedly as the Isolus was fixed solely on its task. "Then, at least I will not be alone."
"But you will. Don't you see? Making up a world around you, filled with fake family and friends. You'll feel that, knowing none of it's real. None of that love is real. And you'll feel even lonelier than before. So much more alone."
"Liar! I will not be alone! You're just saying that because you want your Doctor back!"
Wanda's eyes widened, seeing one last spot to be colored in. Chloe reach up and went to color it. Rushing forward quickly, taking the Isolus and Chloe by surprise, Wanda wrapped her arms around the young girl in a tight hug.
"Please. Please stop," Wand cried, shaking lightly with tears falling down her face. "Please. Please give him back. I beg you." Chloe froze, the crayon held in place to the last small spot. Wanda let out a small sob as she felt her hearts beating rapidly in terror. "Please don't hurt him, don't take him. Don't take any of them."
"I am alone," the Isolus breathed sadly.
Wanda rubbed Chloe's shoulder gently. "I know. I'm sorry. I don't want you to be alone. I don't want anyone to ever be alone. But sometimes we need to be lonely, to be alone, if we truly wish to learn to love. Because then, it makes it even more wonderful and amazing once you gain that joyous love. And you never let it go once you have it, because you learn to always treasure it close in your heart."
Chloe slowly lowered the crayon from the drawing, staring blankly to it. The Isolus felt a rush of love and warmth . . . but not from the distantly activated pod.
"The Doctor . . . he means a lot to you, doesn't he?" the Isolus questioned softly.
"Yes," Wand responded without even thinking. The Isolus stared to the almost finished drawing, in a daze from the emotions coming from the Time Lady.
"I can go home now," the Isolus breathed happily.
Wanda smiled, giving the young girl a light squeeze. "Run home, little one. Find your family and be with them always. Love and treasure them forever."
"Thank you. Goodbye, Wanderer. Goodbye, Chloe Webber. I love you." Chloe breathed out as the Isolus left her. It zoomed out the window and back to its pod, ready to be with its family once again.
Chloe awoke from her daze, looking over to her mother and rushing over to the woman after Wanda let go. She smiled to them, happy for their reunion. She felt greatly relieved to have stopped the day from going horribly wrong as it almost had. She looked over to see all the pictures slowly losing their images. All being released from their prison. Wanda walked over quickly, grabbing the one drawing she worried over most. She saw how the TARDIS image slowly faded from the drawing, the Doctor soon to follow. She beamed at the smiling image.
"You might want to get over to the Olympic stadium," she spoke happily. "The torch bearer is going to have a few problems, and you're the perfect one to solve it." She winked as the image of the Doctor faded away. She giggled as she saw the Doctor wink back to her before disappearing completely.
She sat down the blank page, knowing that it was time to get out of the room. Trish and Chloe had already left, leaving her alone with the drawing coming alive in the cupboard. She rushed out as the cupboard doors burst opened behind her. She ran down the stairs to see Trish trying to get the front door open in a panic. Chloe staring around scared as she sat crouched in fear on the floor. Rose bang on the door, calling to them. The loud growling erupted behind Wanda from Chloe's room. Wanda jumped down the rest of the stairs to the small family.
"Chloe, I know you're scared but you need to get rid of him. He's only alive through your fears," Wanda said urgently to the young girl. "You just have to push past your fears. Squash them down and put them in their place."
"I can't," Chloe said frightfully. Wanda gripped her shoulder gently.
"Yes, you can. I know you can," she said evenly. She grabbed Trish's hand, placing it within her daughters then grabbed Chloe's empty one. "Because you won't be alone. We'll face this fear together." She sat down next to Chloe, Trish sitting down on the other side. "Sing, Chloe. Push the fear away."
Chloe started to sing softly, her voice wavering. But once Trish and Wanda joined, all their voices rang out strongly. They sang loudly, making the monster-drawing howl out as it diminished, vanishing from this world forever. Chloe and Trish laughed in delight. Wanda smiled to them, standing up. They stood up as well to let her open the door. She stared down to see Rose sitting sadly on the ground.
"I'm sorry, Wanda. The Doctor isn't here," she said gloomily.
"Of course he isn't. He's busy at the Olympics at the current moment," Wanda stated cheerfully. Rose stared at her in disbelief.
"The Olympics? What's he doing there?" she asked, quickly standing up.
"Come on, you'll see." Wanda grabbed the girl's hand, taking her into the living room.
Wanda turned the telly back on for them all to see the stadium once again filled with a crowd. All cheered in the stands, happy to be returned to the world. As well as cheering for the torch bearer who had just arrived there. They watched as the bearer staggered some before collapsing to the ground. Then the Doctor appeared out of nowhere, grabbing the fallen torch and rushing off down the way, continuing the torch's journey. He grinned madly to the camera as he jogged by. He reached the end and lit up the Olympic Flame. The crowd cheered wildly. He gave them and the camera a bow, doing a little dance and spin for good measure.
"Show-off," Rose mumbled with a bright smile on her face.
Wanda beamed happily at the Doctor on the telly. "You know, I think I could really get used to this 'Olympic' thing."