𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨 𝙊𝙛 𝙏𝙞𝙢𝙚 ✧ 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 Ⅲ [✓]

The Snowmen Pt. 4

"Am I going to have the nightmare tonight?" Francesca asks.

"Definitely not" Clara replies.

"How do you know?"

"Because someone's coming to help."

"Who?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Is it one of your stories? Your definitely true ones?"

"Ha! All my stories are true."

"Like how you were born behind the clock face of Big Ben?" Digby asks.

"Accounting for my acute sense of time," Clara says.

"And you invented fish," Francesca says.

"Because I dislike swimming alone."

"So, what's this one?" Digby asks.

"There's a man called the Doctor and a woman called {Y/N}. They live on a cloud in the sky, and all they do, all day every day, is to stop all the children in the world ever having bad dreams" Clara explains.

"I've been having bad dreams," Francesca says looking down at her hands.

"They've been on holidays. But I am confident they have now returned to work. And as a matter of fact, their right here" the candle flickers as the door opens "aren't you, Doctor? {Y/N}?" a woman made of ice enters. The children scream "bloomin' hell!"

"The children have been very naughty."

"Get back. Now. Quickly" Clara says.

"You're doing your other voice," Digby says.

"Yes love, did you notice?"

"Naughty, naughty children."

"Run!"

"What do we do?" Digby asks.

"Franny, Franny, imagine her melting," Clara says.

"What?"

"In your head. Melt her."

"I can't!"

"I'm getting impatient!" the ice women forces the adjoining door open "you have been very naughty!"

"What about the man and women? You said the man and women were here, the cloud man and woman" Digby says.

"Well, they're not, are they?" Clara responds.

"Where's the Doctor and {Y/N}?"

"I don't know!"

"Doctor? {Y/N}? Doctor who?" the Punch puppet aims the sonic screwdriver at the Ice Governess, who shatters, the Doctor and {Y/N} pop up "that's the way to do it" Punch kisses the Doctor "Oi. Ow" {Y/N} shakes her head.

"Where did she go? Will she come back?" Francesca asks.

"No, don't worry. She's currently draining through your carpet. New setting. Anti-freeze. And you're very welcome, by the way," {Y/N} says.

"I'm very grateful. I knew you'd both come" Clara says.

"No, you didn't, because we don't. Because this isn't the sort of thing we do anymore. Next time you're in trouble, don't expect us to..." the Doctor is distracted by his reflection in a mirror.

"What is it? What's wrong?" Clara asks.

"Sorry, it's just. Didn't know I'd put it on" he straightens his bow tie, while ice forms on the windows "old habits."

"It's cooler," Clara says.

"Yeah, it is, isn't it? It is very cool. Bow ties are cool" the Doctor says.