The Littlest Timelord: The Fall of the Eleventh

Chapter 35

It'd been a few weeks since the Doctor had dropped Elise off with Madame Vastra.

Of course, she'd teased him saying he only wanted alone time with Clara. He'd blushed and stuttered and then sent her on her way.

She wasn't worried however. He'd come back for her eventually. He always did.

"Elise, come to the conservatory dear. We have a visitor," Madame Vastra told the young redhead.

"I fail to see how this concerns me."

Vastra had to keep reminding herself that this Elise wasn't the shy and timid girl she had first met. This one was flippant to anything that didn't have to do with her father, Clara, or herself.

"I believe it may have to do with what drew your father here in the first place."

Elise relented and followed Madame Vastra to the conservatory.

A man, Mr. Thursday, was waiting for them.

Jenny stood on one side of Madame Vastra, while Elise stood on the other.

"Thank you for agreeing to this meeting. I'm told you are the investigator to see if there are strange goings-on."

"I read of your brother's death. Another victim of the Crimson Horror, I believe?"

"So it is claimed. He was a newspaper man. He and a young woman were working undercover. Tell me, Madame, do you know what an Octogram is?"

Elise had no idea what that even was.

"It is a silly superstition, sir. The belief that the eye can retain an image of the last thing it sees."

Thursday pulled out a picture and handed it to Jenny.

Jenny handed it to Vastra who removed her veil to see better. "Good grief."

"Oh, god," Mr. Thursday gasped and fainted. Once Mr. Thursday had been removed from the home, the three women went down to a darkroom where Jenny and Vastra enlarged the picture.

"Well, I'll be blowed. I think, Madame, that we'd better make plans to head north," Jenny said.

Staring back at them from the picture of the dead man's eyes was the Doctor.

Elise sighed. What had he gotten himself into this time?

They quickly assembled what they would need for their rescue mission and started their carriage ride to the North.

"According to my research, Sweetville's proprietor holds recruitment drives for her little community. She is only interested in the fittest and the most beautiful," Madame Vastra explained.

"You may rely on me, ma'am," Strax said, causing Elise to roll her eyes.

"I was, in fact, speaking to Jenny."

"Jenny. If this weak and fleshy boy is to represent us, I strongly recommend the issuing of scissor grenades, limbo vapor and triple blast brain splitters."

"What for?"

"Just generally. Remember, we are going to the North."

"I think I should go with Jenny," Elise said.

"Absolutely not," Vastra told her.

"Why not?" Vastra sighed.

"Because your father put you under my protection and frankly dear, your temper would get you in trouble."