The Fall of Eleven pt.1

December, 1858. A man ran through London. It was still only 4:35 in the morning. "Help!!" He yells. But no one could hear him. The sounds of metallic marching and yelling echoed through the streets. This man, just a normal man, 2 kids, and a wife. He ran all the way to the big clock in the middle of London. As he backed into the clock, he found himself on the top of Big Ben. "What the hell?" He asks himself. Before he knew it all he heard was "You will be upgraded." And "Exterminate!" Among other things. "You won't do anything to me, demons!" He says before backing off the edge, to his death. The Pandorica Allience had reassembled. But they weren't determined on the Pandorica, now their goal was simple, the end of the Doctor.It was Christmas, and The Doctor decided to take Clara back somewhere familiar. "Here we are Clara! Victorian London! Mid 1800s!" He exclaims as he walks out of the TARDIS, Clara's arm locked in his. "No matter wherever you take me, I'm still always amazed." She says looking up at him. It had been only a month since she met his 10th incarnation during the attack of the Zygons. Since then, she vowed to always travel with The Doctor."Big Ben was just completed, and it's really new looking." He says. "Alright then Space man," She begins with a grin. "Lets go!"

The Doctor sauntered along to the giant clock. That was when him and his friend came along to a crime scene. Out of curiousity, The Doctor took out his psychic paper and flashed it about. "The Doctor, Scotland Yard." The head investigator started to talked. "I will NOT have this case taken from me!" He says. Gathering from the body's position, The Doctor guessed the man walked off the edge. "Oh you can keep it!"He scanned the area with his Sonic. By the look on his face, Clara walked next to him. "What's alien about this place?" She asks. "Alien, there's no alien activity here." He says to her. "Doctor, Ive travelled with you long enough to know when something is bad." The Doctor whispered to her. "That clock..." He points at Big Ben. "It's acting as a beacon of some sort..." "Is it still a beacon in the present?" Clara asks. "Probably, but it's probably dormant.