The Berlin Song Chronicles: Saving StormCage

A Lizard in London

Oh, yes, find the Doctor. Find one being in the billions of billions of billions of beings that exist, existed, or will exist in the universe. I said it so nonchalantly.

Finding one lizard in the midst of humans on one planet should indeed present to be easier. However, something that I recognized quickly, and that would be that objectives are easier to accomplish in your mind, in the realm of thoughts.

I pondered these thoughts as I walked down a London street receiving odd looks. I assumed the reason for these looks came from the fact that I was wearing a gray jumpsuit and not a five layered, frilly suit of fun.

I also pondered the method necessary to find my godmother, whom I knew only as Madame Vastra.

A sudden realization occured to me that caused me to stop dead in my tracks and a grin to form on my face. A distant memory played itself behind my eyes of my mother telling a tale, that of Demon Run.

The tale had arisen one day upon my asking where my mother had come from.

**FLASHBACK**

My mum looked me in the eyes. "Son, I was born in a prison."

"Like me?" I inquired.

"Yes. Now this was a prison on a meteor. A battle occured there, all for my sake. It was a special battle and I was there twice. I had two different bodies."

My eyes widened in wonder as she told the tale of her birth. I was astounded. "Why is that the only time the Doctor had an army?" I asked.

She looked at me with bright eyes. "Spoilers," she answered, much to my confusion.

"Who was in his army?"

"I trust that you will meet them all at some point. I trust you to have the best of adventures. Any of them would useful for help should you require it. The Doctor enlisted anyone who owed him a favor that could prove useful for the task at hand. Your grandparents, Amy Pond and Rory Williams were there. As were your godmothers Madames Vastra and Jenny. Their butler was as well. He was a Sontaran and almost died in that battle. The final man was the one sold me my Vortex Manipulator. I showed up in two forms. Me as a baby and I also showed up looking like this," she concluded, referring to her prison jumpsuit.

**END OF FLASHBACK**

I continued walking, a renewed spring in my step. I could find my godmother, she was a detective.

All I had to do was find the police, ask for her, and...prove to her that I was a distant relation.

That odd metal rod!

Of course it served a purpose, my mother is always a step ahead.

I looked quickly around. To my right sat a short brick wall, and beyond that lay a river. I rushed to the ledge and took a seat.

I slowly removed the rod from my pocket, examining it. It was probably about eight inches long, colored with blue and silver metals. I discovered a button, which, when pressed a small rod from within the larger one, lot at the top.

A certain aura of energy seemed to permeate the air around the device. As I wondered the cause of this, a buzzing rang in the back of my head.

Could this help me find Madame Vastra? I thought. The buzzing seem to increase, but it also seemed to push in a certain direction - to my left, the direction from which I had come.

I have nothing to lose, I thought, shrugging.

I followed the buzzing up the street, down another, right, left, skip a turn, and on and on until I lost track.

The buzzing had just stopped when I reached a large house, tucked away in the center of London.

I lifted my arm up to knock, then hesitated. The sun made the door bright and hard to look at. It had an almost hypnotizing effect.

Before my brain could tell my arm no, I shook myself out of daze and knocked a hard rap, rap, rap.

I heard footsteps down a hall, a series of clicks, and the door swung inward. A short, rather odd looking man greeted me. He had dark green skin, pinched features that only be described as potato-ey, and wild eyes, that were cold, but deranged.

He looked me over. "Good morning, sir," he greeted.

I studied the sky. "I suppose it is. May I ask where I am?"

"Yes, you could."

"Where am I?"

"The residence of Detective Vastra."

"Aww. I have business with her. Does she have an open appointment?"

"What business do you have, girl?"

"It concerns the Doctor's wife, and her possible death."