☆ Alone in this world ☆ Book 2

☆ Extremis ☆

The Doctor placed his hand on the vault door harshly due to his lack of sight and sighs.

"They can't know I'm blind, Missy. No one can know. Memories are much worse in the dark," the Doctor says.

The Doctor slides down the door and sits resting his head on the door. He's left with his thoughts in the silence for a moment before receiving a notification through his sonic sunglasses. An email begins to download.

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{Y/n} wonders around the school in search for her husband. She'd picked up a change in his behaviour and it was starting to worry her.

The Doctor stands leaning on the lectern in front of the room his lectures take place, resting his elbow and looking off in thought. {Y/n} pokes her head into the room and spots him, sighing softly.

"I was wondering where you gone off to," she says, walking up to him slowly, placing a soothing hand to sit on his back.

"You okay?" She asks. Before he could answer the door at the top opens causing a bright light to illuminate into the room and a bunch of people start to walk in, alerting the two.

"Doctor, who are these people?" She questions, clinging onto him not knowing what to do.

"Good evening, Doctor." A man begins approaching them wearing red religious clothing.

"We have come here today direct the Vatican," the man adds.

"Oh, right. Thats nice..." the Doctor paused.

"Well, if you've got a collecting tin, I'm sure I can find something," he says, searching his pockets for loose change. His wife looks inbetween the two awkwardly.

"Leaky roof, is it?" The Doctor asks.

"Oh, no," Nardole laughs, rushing down the steps to reach the two standing below.

"No, no, no, stop talking. Stop now. Please just listen to them. Sounds important," Nardole says, talking more towards the Doctor.

"I feel so lost," {Y/n} whispers, looking at Nardole before back at the man.

"We have come here to see you because your services and wisdom are recommended at the highest level." The man spoke before taking out a scroll and handing it to Nardole.

"As you can see this is the personal recommendation of Pope Benedict IX. In 1045,"

"Pope Benedict. Lovely girl. What a night! I knew she was trouble, but she wove a spell with her castanets..." the Doctor trails off reminiscing.

"Don't mind me, I'm only standing right beside you," {Y/n} mumbles, glaring at him as the man who waits seemingly grows impatient.

"Doctor! On behalf of every human soul in this world, of any creed, of any faith with the utmost respect and in complete secrecy. His Holiness, the Pope the Bishop of Rome, requests, most urgently, a personal audience," the man stops.

"Well, if he's so keen to talk to me, why doesn't he come here himself?" The Doctor replies. His wife looks at him strangely.

"He is here. He's standing right in front of us," Nardole says, the Doctor changes to a look of surprise.

"Hello, ah, the Pope. I'm sorry that I didn't recognise you there." The Doctor apologised. {Y/n} looks at him, furrowing her brows.

"Are you sure you're alright, you're acting strange," she comments.

"I'm fine," he brushes it off.

"You don't do this. The Pope doesn't zoom round the world in the Popemobile surprising people. Why would you do that?" The Doctor asked, leaning forward.