"All right, there? I'm the Doctor and this is Rita" he gestured over to brunette beside him, both leaning against the family table in the kitchen watching the young girl open the fridge.

"Hello" Rita waved at the girl Who turned to them.

"I'm Chloe Webber." She introduced herself before turning back to the fridge hunting for something.

"How're you doing, Chloe Webber?" The Doctor asked the girl who did not look at all interested.

"I'm busy. I'm making something, aren't I, mum." She snapped her head in her mother's direction who was looking quite terrified at the girl.

"And like I said, she's not been sleeping." She tried to smile at them both.

"But you've been drawing, though. I'm rubbish. Stick men about my limit. Rita's a bit better though"

"Since when have you seen me draw?" The brunette crossed her arms frowning.

"No time for your stories Rita. Chloe can do this, though." He raised his hand and made a Vulcan salute. "Can you do that?" He asked.

"They don't stop moaning." She blurted out.

"Chloe." Trish looked at her daughter unsure of what to do.

"I try to help them, but they don't stop moaning."

"Who don't?" He looked between the mother and daughter.

"We can be together."

Trish moved forward to try and comfort her daughter. "Sweetheart."

However, she jolted away from her "Don't touch me, mum."

"So Chloe" Rita coughed a little. "What you drawing? Can we see them?"

"No"

"Aww not even just a peek. We won't tell anyone" the Doctor pushed on with the topic.

"I'm just going to go find Rose," Rita mumbled leaving the kitchen.

"I'm busy, Doctor," Chloe told him then walked away going to head upstairs.

"Come on, Chloe. Don't be a spoilsport. What's the big project?" "I'm dying to know. What're you making up there?" He asked following her to the stairs.

"Doctor!" Rose and Rita shouted. He snapped his head running up the stairs at top speed, Trish and Chloe behind.

"I'm coming to hurt you..." A deep dark voice echoed in the room. The Doctor ran in shutting the doors.

"Thanks" Rita breathed hunching over.

"No problem" he patted her back then turned to Rose

"Look at it." Rose stuttered going to open the door.

The Doctor held them closed moving slightly between her and the doors. "No, ta." He then moved to look at the other drawings plastered, covering almost every inch of Chloe Webbers wall beside her bed. Drawings all on different coloured paper with people holding different expressions.

"What the hell was that?" Trish looked at Chloe.

"A drawing. The face of a man." Rose told her.

She went to open the doors. "What face?"

"Best not." Rose stepped in the way.

"What've you been drawing?" Trish asked Chloe.

"I drew him yesterday." Chloe looked at her mum like nothing was wrong at all.

"Who?"

"Dad."

Trish knelt down a little to be eye level with her daughter. "Your dad? But he's long gone. Chloe, with all the lovely things in the world, why him?"

"I dream about him, staring at me."

"I thought we were putting him behind us. What's the matter with you?" Trish said sounding a little broken.

"We need to stay together."

"Yes, we do." Trish nodded going to hug her daughter.

Chloe stepped away shaking her head. "No. Not you, us. We need to stay together, and then it'll be all right."

"Trish, the drawings. Have you seen what Chloe's drawings can do?" Rose looked at the woman who looked deeply upset with what her daughter just said.

"Who gave you permission to come into her room? Get out of my house."

"Trish calm down" Rita held up a hand trying to calm the woman.

The Doctors face grew serious. "Tell us about the drawings, Chloe." He calmly said.

Trish shook her head tightening her hands into fists a little. "I don't want to hear any more of this."

"But that drawing of her dad. I heard a voice. He spoke."

"She's not lying, I heard it too Trish, listen the Doctor can help. Let him help." Rita slowly walked towards the woman whose breathing became a little faster than it normally should have been.

"He's dead. And these, they're kid's pictures. Now get out!" She shouted.

"Chloe has a power. And I don't know how, but she used it to take Danny Edwards, Dale Hicks. She's using it to snatch the kids."

"Get out." Trish shouted at Rose.

"Have you seen those drawings move?" Rose asked pointing to them.

"I haven't seen anything." She denied.

"Yes, you have, out of the corner of your eye." The Doctor told her.

"No." she denied again.

"And you dismissed it, because what choice do you have when you see something you can't possibly explain? You dismiss it, right? And if anyone mentions it, you get angry, so it's never spoken of, ever again."

Trish let out a sob. "She's a child."

"You're terrified of her. But there's nowhere to turn to, because who's going to believe the things you see out of the corner of your eye? No one. Except me."

Trish looked at him. "Who are you?"

"I'm help."

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Rita rolled her eyes crossing her arms and staring at the Doctor who for some reason started to feast on the Webbers marmalade with his fingers.

"Ahem." He shot his head up at the two girls watching him with what he registered as a 'disappointed' look. Realising what he was doing he placed the jar behind him. "Those pictures, they're alive." Rose said. "She's drawing people and they end up in her pictures."

"Ionic energy. Chloe's harnessing it to steal those kids and place them in some kid of holding pen made up of ionic power." The Doctor explained.

"Transporting them, she said 'they don't stop moaning'" Rita quoted the girl from earlier. "What could that mean."

"And what about the dad from hell in her wardrobe?" Rose suggested.

"How many times do I have to tell you he's dead." Trish snapped at Rose.

"Well, he's got a very loud voice for a dead bloke." Rose snapped back at the woman.

"That 'scribble creature' if that can become alive then what about him?" Rita suggested.

"Was that a secret?" The Doctor raised a brow.

"Possibly, possibly not" Rita shrugged not making this easy.

"But you are right, if living things can become drawings, then maybe drawings can become living things." He nodded explaining. "Chloe's real dad is dead, but not the one who visits her in her nightmares. That dad seems very real. That's the dad she's drawn and he's a heartbeat away from crashing into this world."

"She always got the worst of it when he was alive," Trish muttered in thought.

"Doctor, how can a twelve-year-old girl be doing any of this?"

"She isn't," Rita answered for him.

"Then let's find out what it is." They followed Trish upstairs and she waited by the door. The Doctor opened it and stepped inside, the girl was cross-legged sat on her bed. Her eyes followed the Doctor as he stepped into her room standing in front of the bed watching her just like she was watching him. Continuing to watch him she copied the Vulcan salute he showed her earlier.

"Nice one." He knelt down placing his fingers on her temples placing the girl in some sort of sleep, her eyes creepily rolled up, he layered her on her back on the bed. "There we go."

"I can't let him do this." Trish went to intervein only to be held back by Rita and Rose.

"Shush, it's okay." Rose confronted the woman.

"He knows what he's doing"

"Now we can talk." The Doctor stood up.

"I want Chloe. Wake her up. I want Chloe." It demanded hitting the bed with Chloe's fist.

"Who are you?" The Doctor asked.

"I want Chloe Webber." It repeated ignoring his question.

"What've you done to my little girl?" Trish cried.

"Doctor, what is it?" Rose asked.

The Doctor ignored the questions focusing on what was inside Chloe. "I'm speaking to you, the entity that is using this human child. I request parley in compliance with the Shadow Proclamation." He stated.

"I don't care about shadows or parleys." It said in a loud whisper.

"So what do you care about?" He crouched beside the bed.

"I want my friends." It admitted.

"You're lonely, I know. Identify yourself."

It then started to open up. "I am one of many. I travel with my brothers and sisters. We take an endless journey. A thousand of your lifetimes. But now I am alone. I hate it. It's not fair, and I hate it."

"Name yourself!" He ordered it to stop trying to ignore his questions.

"Isolus."

His eyes widened a little. "You're Isolus. Of course." He nodded.

The Isolus began to draw as Chloe spoke. "Our journey began in the Deep Realms when we were a family."

"What's that?" Trish asked.

"The Isolus Mother, drifting in deep space. See, she jettisons millions of fledgeling spores. Her children. The Isolus are empathic beings of intense emotions, but when they're cast off from their mother, their empathic link, their need for each other, is what sustains them. They need to be together. They cannot be alone."

"Our journey is long."

"The Isolus children travel, each inside a pod. They ride the heat and energy of solar tides. It takes thousands and thousands of years for them to grow up." The Doctor explained.

"Thousands of years just floating through space. Poor things. Don't they go mad with boredom?"

"We play." The Isolus stated.

"You play?" Rose questioned.

"Literally creating worlds" Rita added and the Doctor nodded.

"While they travel, they play games. They use their ionic power to literally create make-believe worlds in which to play."

"In flight entertainment." Rose understood.

"Helps keep them happy. While they're happy, they can feed off each others love. Without it, they're lost." He turned to Chloe. "Why did you come to Earth?"

"We were too close." It pushed the paper aside and began to draw again.

"That's a solar flare from your sun. Would have made a tidal wave of solar energy that scattered the Isolus pods."

"Only I fell to Earth. My brothers and sisters are left up there, and I cannot reach them. So alone."

"Your pod crashed. Where is it?" He asked frowning a little.

"My pod was drawn to heat, and I was drawn to Chloe Webber. She was like me, alone. She needed me, and I her."

"You empathised with her. You wanted to be with her because she was alone like you." The Doctor understood why the Isolus picked Chloe.

"I want my family. It's not fair." It cried hitting the bed again.

"I understand. You want to make a family. But you can't stay in this child. It's wrong. You can't steal any more friends for yourself."

"I am alone."

There was a crash from inside the wardrobe and a red glow around the cracks between it and the wall. Chloe then began to shake.

"I'm coming to hurt you. I'm coming." The voice of the dead father that tried to pull Rita and Rose earlier echoed through the room.

"Trish, how do you calm her?" The Doctor asked.

"What?" She looked at him panicked.

"When she has nightmares, what do you do?" He gritted his teeth.

She began to stutter panicking more and more. "I, I"

"What do you do?" He repeated.

"She sings" Rita spoke up not wanted it to last another second.

"Then start singing." He gestured her to come over and he moved out the way standing behind Rita and Rose.

"Chloe, I'm coming." The father said again.

Trish knelt beside her daughter and began to sing stroking her head to try and calm her. Tears formed in her eyes as she sang the realism of what happened t her daughter hitting her.

"Chloe. Chloe. Chloe. Chloe." The voice mocked in whispers.

Trish continued singing until the wardrobe fell silent and Chloe slept. She clung on to her daughter holding her tight and began to sob. "He came to her because she was lonely. Chloe, I'm sorry."

They left her there for a few moments and then she got up. "The pencils pens, anything she can use to draw with, she cannot go taking any more children," the Doctor told her. Trish nodded and began to collect up all the pens and pencils, Rose began to help and Rita noticed the doll from the episode. Without Trish noticing she picked it up and pulled the head off taking the pencils from inside. They then headed downstairs in the living room.

"Chloe usually got the brunt of his temper when he'd had a drink. The day he crashed the car, I thought we were free. I thought it was over." Trish explained collecting the pens and pencils from downstairs.

"Did you talk to her about it?" Rose asked.

"I didn't want to." She admitted.

"Maybe she did," Rita sadly replied.

"But maybe that's why Chloe feels so alone, because she has all these terrible dreams about her dad, but she can't talk to you about them."

"Her and the Isolus. Two lonely kids who need each other." The Doctor throught aloud.

"And it won't stop, will it, Doctor? It'll just keep pulling kids in."

"It's desperate to be loved. It's used to a pretty big family." He explained.

"How big?" Rose asked.

"Say around four billion?" He guessed.

"Best get looking for that pod then." Rita muttered. The Doctor nodded and headed out. Rita slowed down a little and waited.

"I'll catch up, something I need to do." she told them, the Doctor frowned a little then nodded understanding it was probably one of her 'secrets'

After they left Rita stood beside the front door leaning on the wall she noticed Chloe looking out her window but not noticing her. The girl quietly headed down the stairs and opened the front door and went to head out.

"No way" Rita shook her head moving from beside the door to block the exit. "You are going no where." she pointed to inside the house whispering so Trish didn't hear. "You will be back with your family soon, go inside and wait, the Doctor will help. Chloe turned around without a word quietly shutting the door. Rita nodded to herself then ran down the street heading to the TARDIS.

"Sorry I'm back" Rita walked in to the TARDIS walking round the console to the Doctor and Rose.

"You took your time" he looked up from what he was making.

"Things to change" she grinned. "Everythings fine now though."

"You knew the Isolus was lonely before it told you. How?" Rose asked the Doctor.

"I know what it's like to travel a long way on your own. Give me the styner-magnetic." Rose looked at him as if to say 'what?'

"Left hand" Rita informed.

Rose handed him what she was holding placing it where he told her. Rose then muttered. "Sounds like you're on its side."

"I sympathise, that's all."

"The Isolus has caused a lot of pain for these people." Rose protested.

"It's a child." He looked at her. "That's why it went to Chloe. Two lonely mixed up kids."

"Feels to me like a temper tantrum because it can't get its own way." She muttered back.

"It's scared. Come on, you were a kid once." He said in a higher pitch than normal. "Binary dot." He asked and she handed it to him.

"Yes, and I know what kids can be like. Right little," she paused. "terrors."

"Just because one of them is like that doesn't mean they're all" Rita pipped up.

"Gum." The Doctor held out his hand, both the girls shrivelled up theres faces before Rose spat out her chewing gum.

"I've got cousins." She began again. "Kids can't have it all their own way. That's part of being a family."

"What about trying to understand them?" He asked.

"Easy for you to say. You don't have kids."

"Neither do you" Rita countered.

"I was a dad once." The Doctor mumbled quietly.

Rose paused. "What did you say?" Rita just scrached the back of her neck not wanting to say anything knowing how hard it was on the Doctor.

The Doctor didn't reply placing the gum inside what he had made sticking the top on with Rose's gum. "I think we're there." He changed the subject. "Fear, loneliness. They're the big ones. Some of the most terrible acts ever committed have been inspired by them. We're not dealing with something that wants to conquer or destroy. There's a lot of things you need to get across this universe. Warp drive, wormhole refractors. You know the thing you need most of all? You need a hand to hold." He smiled. Rose held out her hand pointing to the monitor he took her hand and she began to laugh.

"No, Look, I'm pointing, what about Rita?" She asked noticing the brunette just standing there"

"Oh she can hold hands as well if she wants" he laughed then saw the scanner showing a flashing light. "It's the pod! It is in the street. Everything's coming up Doctor." He ran to get his long brow coat. Rita and Rose followed exiting the TARDIS. Rose still trying to understand what he had said earlier.

Rose and Rita walked ahead of the Doctor, Rita wanting to get back to the house and keep an eye on the girl more than anything while the Doctor would be finding the pod. "Okay. It's about two inches across. Dull grey, like a gull's egg. Very light." He described the pod to them fixing his coat.
"So these pods they travel from sun to sun using heat, yeah? So it's not all about love and stuff. Doesn't the pod just need heat?" She asked. There was no reply and a smash on the ground. The two spun around and saw the TARDIS and the Doctor was no longer there.
"Doctor!" Rose shouted staring at the broken glass.