The Girl of Colours (Book TWO)

Tomorrow

The Doctor:

Sky and I looked up as a Monk came into the room, my granddaughter typing something on her laptop, trying to work out a computer algorithm to find Clara, the girl she lost. "Ahem. I'm sorry to intrude, but the bells of Saint John are ringing."

Oh, that was interesting. "We're going to need horses."

"Is that her?" One of the monks asked as Sky put on her hoody.

"The woman twice dead, connected through divine energy to a powerful girl and her final message." The Abbott agreed. "He was drawn to this place of peace and solitude that they might divine her meaning. If they truly is mad, then this is his madness."

Her message on the portrait was, of course, Run you clever family and remember. But we saddled up, Sky's long hair whipping in the wind as she lead the party, enjoying the ride. If only Lyric was here, she'd be happily chatting to them. And when we got to the TARDIS, the phone was ringing. "That is not supposed to happen." I opened the little door next to the St John's Ambulance symbol, before answering the phone. "Hello?"

"Ah, hello. I can't find the internet."

What? "Sorry?"

"It's gone, the internet." The Girl on the phone told me, and I looked at Sky, who shrugged, texting someone or doing something on her phone. "Can't find it anywhere. Where is it?"

"The internet?" I repeated.

She was sounding a little frustrated by this point. "Yes, the internet. Why don't I have the internet?"

Sky grabbed the phone, leaving it so I could still hear. "It's twelve oh seven, love."

"I've got half past three." Suddenly she was completely alert. "Am I phoning a different time zone?"

Just a little bit. "Yeah, you really sort of are."

The girl was getting worried. "Will it show up on the bill?"

"Oh, I dread to think." She sighed, rubbing her eyes. "Listen, where did you get this number?"

"The woman in the shop wrote it down." The girl replied. "It's a help line, isn't it? She said it's the best help line out there. In the universe, she said."

Ok, Ok, that was weird. "What woman? Who was she?"

"I don't know. The woman in the shop, she had sort of curly dark hair, and had paint smeared on her face." Not a clue, Callie hated painting. "So why isn't there internet? Shouldn't it sort of be there?"

Sky muttered to herself in French for a moment. "Look, listen, I'm not actually, it isn't." Then she realised that she was actually completely into computers and knew how to help. "You have clicked on the wifi button, yeah?"

"Hang on. Wifi."

Her eyes rolled up into her head, and she started to pace, the phone still loudly speaking. "Click on the wifi, you'll see a list of names. You see one you recognise."

There was a small pause from the girl. "It's asking me for a password."

The Monk looked at her. "Is it an evil spirit?"

"A woman. A hot one by the sound of it." The monk crossed himself. "Dude! I'm a woman, jackass."

"Hang on. A mo. Run you clever family and remember one two three."

Oh, you were kidding me... Clara! "What did you say?"

She jumped down the line. "Don't shout. Now you've made me type it wrong. It's thrown me out again. What do I do? How do I get back in?" We were too busy time travelling now, going right to where the phone call was. "It's just a thing to remember the password, run you clever family and remember. Hang on." We were knocking on the door and ringing the door bell by this point, Sky looking excited to find her. "Hello? Yes, I hear you. Yep. Ah ha." She opened the doors, and Sky was staring, and she stared back. Did she remember? "Hello. Oh, my God, Sky, right?" You remembered her?