𝑫𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑬𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒔 ☆ The Glorious Series ｟ BOOK 2 ｠

The Name of the Doctor [Part 2]

Inside, Maitland house, Kitchen, Day...

Clara hummed to herself as she took out various ingredients, mixing them into a bowl as Angie looked over from where she was working on homework at the kitchen table.

She groaned when she saw what Clara was doing. "Oh, no. You're going to try and make a soufflé again, aren't you?"

"My mum's soufflé, yeah." Clara nodded. "Although this time, I'll get it right. This time, I will be Soufflé Girl."

"How can it be your mum's soufflé if you're making it?" Artie asked, looking up from his own homework.

"Because, Artie, it's like my mum always said." Clara answered. "The soufflé isn't the soufflé. The soufflé is the recipe."

Angie snorted. "Was your mum deep on puddings?"

"Ellie Oswald was a great woman." Lucas cut in as he entered the kitchen, his teacher messenger bag over his shoulder. "I do miss her soufflés."

"They were pretty great, weren't they?" Clara asked fondly before frowning when she saw two envelopes sitting nearby. "Lucas, look at these."

Lucas frowned, walking over to Clara and taking the envelope she held out to him.

"They're addressed to us." Clara stated as she looked down at her own envelope.

"What are they?" He asked.

"Oh, they arrived today." Angie answered.

"If this envelope is for me," Lucas began as he held up his envelope. "then why didn't it get sent to my flat?"

"Don't know." Angie shrugged before looking back to her homework.

"We just know they're for you and Clara." Artie added before looking back to his own homework.

Clara and Lucas shared a look before flipping their envelopes over, both taking note of the wax seals. There was also instructions on the flaps that read: Open When Alone.

Inside, Maitland house, Clara's room...

Lucas dropped his messenger bag by the door before tearing open his envelope, he and Clara walking around the room as they read their letters.

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My dearest Clara and Lucas,

The Doctor and the Glorious entrusted me with your contact details in the event of an emergency, and I fear one has now arisen. So, assuming these letters have reached you both as planned on April 10th, 2013, please find and light the enclosed candles.

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With raised eyebrows, Lucas and Clara both pulled small candles from their envelopes.

Wondering why, they then looked back at the letters.

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They will release a soporific which will induce trance states for you both, enabling direct communication across the years.

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Simultaneously, Clara and Lucas abruptly dropped the candles and hurriedly wiped their hands off before looking back at their letters.

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However, as I realize neither of you has any reason to trust these letters, especially since they both arrived at where Clara is living, I've taken the liberty of embedding the same soporific into the fabric of the papers you both are now holding. Speak soon.