Chapter 4

"Now, this isn't a joke, you understand?" The policeman said to the little girl. "Why don't you let me take you back inside, OK?"

"No! No!" The girl shrieked, pulling away from the man. "I don't wanna' go back. I won't go back. You can't make me!"

The girl turned to run away and nearly fell. She found herself being held up by a tall man in a dark suit. She looked up at him and he smiled. The girl burst into tears.

"I have to say, you have a real way with kids, Doctor." Clara told him.

Crouching down, she took the girl into her arms and began trying to soothe her, stroking the girl's hair and murmuring reassurances.

"Why do you think I make the point to never travel with kids and animals in my TARDIS?" The Doctor frowned.

"Thought you liked children?" Clara said, raising her eyebrows in surprise.

"I do. Children are wonderful. As long as they're somebody else's. I'm not exactly into that whole domestic thing, in case you haven't noticed. What's wrong with her, anyway?" he asked Clara gruffly."

"Is this the Time Lord version of Victor Meldrew syndrome? Don't care for it. Maybe I should handle this one, Doctor. Got a tissue, by any chance?"

"I have one." The policeman said, who had come up and was standing behind her.

Clara thanked the man and dried the girl's tears. She asked very softly, "Can you tell me what happened? What scared you, sweetheart? It's OK, we won't make you go back inside. We'll keep you safe, I promise."

"II'm not sure." The girl said in a small voice.

"Well, let's start from the beginning. What's the last thing you remember?" Clara gave her an encouraging smile.

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