Lost In Remnants

Endless

Ellody,

Simply for the fact that I know where Martha Jones lives later, and even if she is not talking to you she will pass this along, I know one day this would find it's way to you. You are required in our conference call, along with your delightful Ms Clara Oswald. Assuming that this was delivered to her on the 9th of April 2013, to be passed to you on the 10th, please find and light the enclosed candle. I believe you are aware of Elizabeth's invention of the soporific candle for her trances across time as well as space. I expect you to mistrust this, or just to decide to not attend, so know that I have taken the liberty of embedding the same soporific into the fabric of the paper itself. Speak soon.

Vastra.

Rolling my eyes, I got to my feet in my room, plain and simple to drop the paper into the hazard recycling. "To think that Elizabeth would not make her body immune to the soporific. Doctor, we are going to Clara's!"

He stuck his head out of the kitchen, holding a cup of tea and a Jammy Dodger, a spoon in his mouth from where he had most likely been eating either the sugar or the hot chocolate powder again. "It's not Wednesday."

"I am aware, but we have to go, Vastra needs me."

So we headed off, old lady Divinity lying on her cat tree, only able not to jump onto the lower branches so it had grown slow ramps she could easily walk up. Still the Queen of the TARDIS, however. "Only us." I called as we went into the Maitland house, aware that the Father was knew who we were. "Doctor, stay here, I am to talk to Ms Clara." The three of them made smooching noises. "Children."

Clara was unconscious on the floor as I found her, so carefully lay her in bed and took off my gloves. "Oh, I hope I do not regret this, Dear."

Before following down the rabbit hole, so to speak, using her dream state to reach the conference call. "Nice of you to finally join us, Ellody."

"Eat me, cold blooded drelk, I am immune to the soporific and had to follow Clara." I replied, sat beside my girlfriend and an empty chair. "I come from the creator, after all. A little more warning next time, please."

"The letter was our warning." A very short one, yes. "We are awaiting only one more participant."

Strax groaned as I realised. They would not have thought it was safe for Clara to bring her here? "Oh, no. Not the one with the gigantic head?"

Jenny rolled her eyes. "It's hair, Strax. Just like Ellie's ponytail isn't a grip." I needed to educate this Sontaran.

"Hair."

Then, in a trademark theatrical puff of smoke, River Song arrived. Or, at least, her ghost did, because there was nothing but numbers to her. "Madame Vastra. Mx Ellody."

"Professor." Vastra nodded at her as I reached for Clara's hand under the table. "Help yourself to some tea."

"Why, thank you."

Only of course she showed off by turning her teacup into a bottle of champagne and a flute. "How did you do that?"

Her wife taught her. "Disgracefully."

Now she stared at Clara, resting her chin on my shoulder as she looked at her. "Ah. Perhaps you two haven't met. This is the Doctor's companion. That is, his current travelling assistant. And she is Ellody's partner, in crimes and others."

"Assistant? I'm Ellie's partner as in a girlfriend sense."

Strax frowned at Vastra as I kept my eyes on River, daring her to say anything. "Have you gone a darker green?"