Violet was alone in her room, Martha was in the console room with the Doctor and Jones was probably somewhere else in the Tardis, meaning she had time alone to stare into a box that held a vortex manipulator in it, that had been previously stored in the top of her wardrobe and was yet another gift from The Face of Boe. He had said that one day it would help the events he her future become true and it would also bring with it an impossible year and an answer to a question she would be asking at the time. She felt that the question that she was supposed to be asking herself was the one that the 'Devil,' and The Face of Boe had made her become  aware of and she was sure the question was 'who isn't real in my life?'

''Your not thinking of using that are?'' The Voice made her jump at first, but when she realised it was Jones she calmed down. It was then she realised he had a habit of walking up to her bedroom or behind her a unexpected moments and it made her wonder if he had some weird sixth sense or something.

''No. I was just thinking. I promise I'm not going to use, the Face of Boe said it was important at the time of the impossible year, whatever that means,'' She said not noticing the look that crossed Jones's face until he walked over and in what looked like a daze and sat on the edge of the bed next to her.

''Boe said the year that never was is soon approaching. The impossible year,'' Violet looked over at him and her jaw dropped, the Face of Boe was trying to help them by giving hints to what was going to happen to them.

However, for the life of them to two could not figure out what his clues and hints were leading up to and they both felt that whatever it was it couldn't be good and could change everything.

---

''Blimey, do you have to pass a test to fly this thing?'' Martha asked as Violet and Jones entered the Tardis control room.

''Yes and the way he drives I'm guessing he failed it,'' Violet replied moving to help the woman up as she had fallen over as a consequence of the Doctor's driving.

''Yes, I failed it. Now, make the most of it. I promised you one trip and one trip only. Outside this door, brave new world,'' The Doctor exclaimed a wide grin on his face.

''Where are we?'' Martha asked once she was off of the floor.

 ''Take a look. After you,'' The Doctor gestured to the door and Martha gave her own grin before she ran over to open it.

''Oh, you are kidding me. You are so kidding me. Oh, my God, we did it. We travelled in time. Where are we? No, sorry. I got to get used to this whole new language. When are we?'' Martha asked as she opened the door she came face to face with dirty washing hanging across the street and children running around the street as well as adults trudging along.
 
''Mind out,'' The Doctor shouted as he reached out and moved Martha out of the way as a man poured a bucket, with a not so nice smell, out of the window.

''Your first Visit in time nearly ended badly,'' Jones stated as he shut the Tardis door behind him. He and Violet had appeared out a little after Martha and the Doctor had and where just in time to miss the slop being poured out of the window.

''Somewhere before the invention of the toilet, sorry about that,'' The Doctor apologised as the four begun to wander slowly down the street moving in a zigzag in order to avoid the children running in the street.

''I've seen worse. I've worked the late night shift A+E. But are we safe? I mean, can we move around and stuff?'' Martha asked glancing around a little wearily.

''Of course we can. Why do you ask?'' The Doctor asked.

 ''It's like in the films. You step on a butterfly, you change the future of the human race,'' Martha explained.

''Best policy don't step on any butterflies,'' Jones commented earning a giggle from Martha.

 ''Anyway what have butterflies ever done to you?'' The Doctor asked a smile of his own on his face.

''What if, I don't know, what if I kill my grandfather?'' Martha asked.

 ''Are you planning to?''

 ''No.''

''Well then you've got nothing to worry about,'' Violet replied.

''And this is London?'' Martha asked the question not really minding who answered because she could just tell that they all knew where they were.

 ''I think so. Round about 1599,'' The Doctor replied.

''Oh, but hold on. Am I all right? I'm not going to get carted off as a slave, am I?'' Martha asked real worry lased in her voice as she spoke the question.

''Why would they do that?'' The Doctor asked and for once all three of them were a little clueless as to what she was on about.

 ''Not exactly white, in case you haven't noticed,'' Martha pointed out.

''Oh,'' Jones suddenly realised what she had been going on about and it also took a few minutes for the Time Lords brains to click into place and realise what she had meant.

''We're not even human. Just walk about like you own the place. Works for me. Besides, you'd be surprised. Elizabethan England, not so different from your time. Look over there. They've got recycling,'' The Doctor pointed out as they moved down the street to see a man shovelling horse manure into a bucket.

''Gossiping around the water cooler,'' Violet pointed out as two men were clearly stood around a barrel of water gossiping about something.

''And the world will be consumed by flame,'' a preacher called from the middle of the street.

''Global warming, the age old your all doomed,'' Jones added shaking his head as the preacher begun to continue telling people that the word was going to burn.

''And entertainment. Popular entertainment for the masses. If I'm right, we're just down the river by Southwark, right next to,'' The Doctor pauses as the group walks along the London Bridge to come into view of none other than the Globe Theatre.

''Oh, yes, the Globe Theatre! Brand new. Just opened. Through, strictly speaking, it's not a globe, it's a tetradecagon. Fourteen sides. Containing the man himself,'' The Doctor exclaimed.

''Whoa, you don't mean. Is Shakespeare in there?'' Martha asked awe laced in her voice, she couldn't quite believe where she was.

 ''Oh, yes. Miss Jones, will you accompany me to the theatre?'' The Doctor asked a smile beginning to grow on his face.

''Mister Smith, I will,'' She replied laughing a little as she took the arm he offered her.

''When you get home, you can tell everyone you've seen Shakespeare,'' The Doctor said.

''My lady,'' Jones turned to Violet as the Doctor and Martha walked off towards the theartre, holding his own arm out for her to take.

''Since when did you get so formal,'' Violet joked.

''Do you want to take my arm or not I could quite easily take anyone I want,'' He snapped teasingly back.

''Well we can't have that can we,'' She laughed Taking him by the arm and dragging him by his surprise in the direction Martha and the Doctor had gone in.

---

''That's amazing! Just amazing. It's worth putting up with the smell. And those are men dressed as women, yeah?'' Martha pointed out once the performance had finished and everyone was clapping.

''London never changes,'' The Doctor stated and Jones couldn't help snort at his comment and Violet nearly shoved her elbow in both men's stomachs but thought she'd done it later when they weren't being squashed by everyone around them.

''Where's Shakespeare? I want to see Shakespeare. Author! Author! Do people shout that? Do they shout Author?'' Martha asked and the moment she said it someone else shouted 'Author' and before she knew it the rest of the audience began to chant.

''Well, they do now,'' The Doctor muttered as Martha continued to smile as William Shakespeare appeared on the stage a little full of himself.

''He's a bit different from his portraits,'' Martha pointed out and Violet nodded her head in agreement, he looked very different to what she had thought he would look.

''Genius. He's a genius. The genius. The most human there's ever been. Now we're going to hear him speak. Always he chooses the best words. New, beautiful, brilliant words,'' The Doctor rambled.

''Ah, shut your big fat mouths!'' Jones joined in the laughter of the crowd only because he had heard what the Doctor had said about Shakespeare and his brilliant words.

''So beautiful Doctor,'' Violet stated as she let a laugh slip out from between her lips.

''Oh, well,'' The Doctor muttered sighing.

''You've got excellent taste, I'll give you that. Oh, that's a wig,'' Shakespeare exclaimed as the audience begun to quiet down a little to hear what he was going to say.

''I know what you're all saying. Loves Labour's Lost, that's a funny ending, isn't it? It just stops. Will the boys get the girls? Well, don't get your hose in a tangle, you'll find out soon. Yeah, yeah. All in good time. You don't rush a genius. When? Tomorrow night. The premiere of my brand new play. A sequel, no less, and I call it Loves Labour's Won,'' Shakespeare exclaimed to a cheer of the crowd.

---

''I'm not an expert, but I've never heard of Loves Labour's Won,'' Martha said as the group of four piled out of the theatre with everyone else.

''I thought it was strange too,'' Jones said agreeing with Martha, while Violet was oblivious to the fact it didn't exist in the future.

''You and your clever books, but your both right, the lost play. It doesn't exist, only in rumours. It's mentioned in lists of his plays but never ever turns up. And no one knows why,'' The Doctor explained.

''Have you got a mini-disc or something? We can tape it. We can flog it. Sell it when we get home and make a mint,'' Martha suggested.

''No,'' The Doctor said his voice deadly serious.

''That would be bad,'' It wasn't really a question from Martha, but she was making sure she understood what he meant.

''Yeah, yeah,'' The Doctor said nodding his head.

''Well, how come it disappeared in the first place?'' Martha asked.

''Well, I was just going to give you a quick little trip in the Tardis, but I suppose we could stay a bit longer,'' The Doctor said shrugging his shoulders as they all continued down the street.

''Why do I have a bad feeling about this,'' Jones said to Violet as they walked together behind the Doctor and Martha.

''You know for once I think you might be right,'' She replied nodding at his statement. Something didn't feel right to her and she didn't like it.

---

The group made their way towards a Tavern where the Doctor was sure that Shakespeare would be.

''Hello! Excuse me, not interrupting, am I? Mister Shakespeare isn't it?'' The Doctor asked poking his head around the corner of the door to see Shakespeare sat behind his desk, surrounded by some other men.

''Oh, no. No, no, no. Who let you in? No autographs. No, you can't have yourself sketched with me. And please don't ask where I get my ideas from. Thanks for the interest. Now be a good boy and shove,'' Shakespeare replied.

''Wow didn't realise he was that rude,'' Jones muttered under his breath just loud enough for Violet to hear.

''Martha,'' Violet whispered as she noticed Martha decided to go and get a look a Shakespeare. She groaned as she realised that what Shakespeare said next was because he had seen Martha.

''Hey, nonny nonny. Sit right down here next to me. You two get sewing on them costumes. Off you go,'' He ordered towards the men that were in the room.

''Come on, lads. I think our William's found his new muse,'' One of them teased as they walked out and Violet couldn't help but glare at them from the comment one of them had made.

''Such unusual clothes. So fitted,'' Shakespeare noticed as all four of them sat down and saw to him their unusual clothes.

''Er, verily, forsooth, egads,'' Martha spoke and everyone in the room frowned unsure how to comprehend what she had just said.

''No, no, don't do that. Don't,'' The Doctor said, before reaching into his pocket to show Shakespeare his psychic paper.

'' I'm Sir Doctor of Tardis and this is my companion, Miss Martha Jones.  Also Lady Violet of the universe and Commander Michael Jones, her friend. Well I say universe I'm not really sure, but I'm going with it,'' The Doctor explained.

''Interesting, that bit of paper. It's blank,'' Shakespeare observed.

''Oh, that's very clever. That proves it. Absolute genius,'' The Doctor stated a smile on his face.

''No, it says so right there. Sir Doctor, Martha Jones. Lady Violet and Commander Michael Jones. It says so,'' Martha said as she took the paper and read it, reading exactly what the Doctor had said was written.

''And I say it's blank,'' Shakespeare repeated.

''Psychic paper. Er, long story. Oh, I hate starting from scratch,'' The Doctor mumbled the last part to himself more than to anyone in particular.

''Psychic? Never heard that before and words are my trade. Who are you exactly? More's the point, who is your delicious blackamoor lady?'' Shakespeare asked everyone apart from the Doctor gasped at what Shakespeare had said about Martha.

''What did you say?'' Martha said a bit offended and confused by his statement.

''Oops. Isn't that a word we use nowadays? An Ethiop girl? A swarth? A Queen of Afric?''

''I'd maybe try none of them and just go for miss or lady perhaps,'' Jones spoke up noticing Martha's slightly annoyed expression.

''It's political correctness gone mad. Er, Martha's from a far-off land. Freedonia,'' The Doctor explained thinking on his spot, which Violet couldn't deny was something he was good at.

Suddenly the door swung open and Violet jumped in her seat. She turned to see that a rather large man in expensive looking clothes, with a gold chain around his neck enter the room. He looked a little mad and seemed to hold a bit of authority.

''Excuse me! Hold hard a moment. This is abominable behaviour. A new play with no warning? I demand to see a script, Mister Shakespeare. As Master of the Revels, every new script must be registered at my office and examined by me before it can be performed,'' The man demanded in a voice so loud that Violet wished she had something to stuff in her ears to block it out.

''Tomorrow morning, first thing, I'll send it round,'' Shakespeare replied, not really bothered by the demanding and rather rude personality of the man who had barged into his office.

''I don't work to your schedule, you work to mine. The script, now!'' The man demanded shouting again.
 
''I can't,'' Shakespeare said truthfully.

''Then tomorrow's performance is cancelled,'' The man sated turning to leave.

''It's all go around here, isn't it?'' Martha whispered and Violet nodded her head in agreement.

''I'm returning to my office for a banning order. If it's the last thing I do, Love's Labours Won will never be played,'' The man finished before leaving the room as quickly and as rude as he had when he entered.

---

''Well then, mystery solved. That's Love's Labours Won over and done with. Thought it might be something more, you know, more mysterious,'' Martha commented as the four left Shakespeare's room to go to the other rooms that had been given to them by the lovely landlady of the Tavern.

''Help me!'' Followed by a scream had the five including Shakespeare ran right out into the street to wonder what was going on.

Violet was shocked at what she saw, the same man who had been in Shakespeare's office only moments ago, was stumbling around spewing water from his mouth all over the pavement.

''It's that Lynley bloke.'' Martha said looking between all of them, wondering what they were going to do about the situation.

''What's wrong with him? Leave it to me. I'm a doctor,'' The Doctor shouted running over to the man with Martha in suit.
''So am I, near enough,'' Martha shouted.

''Are we going to follow them?'' Jones asked as he noticed Violet looking everywhere but where Lynley was.

''No because we are going this way,'' She said grabbing a hold go his arm and pulling him down an alleyway, which to everyone but Violet would think was deserted.

''I know your there. I won't tell anyone, but why, why are you killing him,'' Violet knew she had found someone when she noticed a shadow of a figure suddenly run across the allway. Jones was about to run after them, but Violet stopped him and directing him to what the figure had managed to drop on the floor. It was a stick figure made to look like a person, covered in cloth and with hair wrapped around the top.

''Witches,'' Jones breathed out as he watched Violet pick up the doll.

''Yep,'' She replied nodding her head.

---

When Jones and Violet caught up with Martha and the Doctor, they were already in the room given to them by Dolly who was the landlady of the Tavern.

''I'm guessing you figured out that he died of witchcraft,'' Violet announced as she and Jones let themselves into the room.

''So, magic and stuff. That's a surprise. It's all a little bit Harry Potter,'' Martha replied confirming that they did indeed know that it had been witchcraft.

 ''Wait till you read book seven. Oh, I cried,'' The Doctor added going a little of topic ever so slightly.

''But is it real, though? I mean, witches, black magic and all that, it's real?'' Martha asked.

''Course it isn't!'' The Doctor exclaimed.

''Well, how am I supposed to know? I've only just started believing in time travel. Give me a break,'' Martha sated.

''Wait but we found this,'' Jones spoke pulling out the doll from his pocket that Violet had found.

''Looks like witchcraft, but it isn't. Can't be. Are you going to stand there all night?'' The Doctor finished glancing over at the three people who were currently surrounding him as he lay on the bed.
 
''Budge up a bit, then. Sorry, there's not much room. Us two here, same bed. Tongues will wag,'' Martha Joked, well Violet hoped she was anyway.

Meanwhile Jones and Violet sat on the other bed that seemed to have be shoved into the room purposely for them to sleep in.

''There's such a thing as psychic energy, but a human couldn't channel it like that. Not without a generator the size of Taunton and I think we'd have spotted that. No, there's something I'm missing, Martha. Something really close, staring me right in the face and I can't see it. Rose'd know. A friend of mine, Rose. Right now, she'd say exactly the right thing. Still, can't be helped. You're a novice, never mind. I'll take you back home tomorrow,'' The Doctor finished his ramblings before turning over go to sleep.

''Great,'' Martha blew out the candle causing the room to be consumed in darkness.

''I don't understand what just happened,'' Jones muttered to Violet, but before she could reply a loud scream was heard and all four of them leapt out of the beds to find out what was going on.

'' What? What was that?'' Shakespare asked as the four of them all barged into the room at once.

Violet followed Martha to the window and both women watched as a witch on a broomstick cackled before then flying away.

''And he says witchcraft isn't real,'' Martha nodded.

''It's not, like he said it is but it isn't. Not the magic you think of,'' Violet replied and Martha just huffed unconvinced.

''Her heart gave out. She died of fright,'' The Doctor explained as he finished checking over Dolly's body.

''Doctor?'' Martha asked.

''What did you see?'' He replied.

''A witch, we saw a witch,'' Martha spoke gesturing towards Violet who nodded in confirmation.

''Oh, sweet Dolly Bailey. She sat out three bouts of the plague in this place when we all ran like rats. But what could have scared her so? She had such enormous spirit,'' Shakespeare spoke sadly as he looked down at the woman's lifeless body.

''Rage, rage against the dying of the light,'' The Doctor muttered.

''I might use that,'' Shakespeare spoke up.

''You can't. It's someone else's,'' The Doctor added and Shakespeare nodded his head in understanding.

''But the thing is, Lynley drowned on dry land, Dolly died of fright, and they were both connected to you,'' Martha commented.

''You're accusing me?'' Shakespeare said a little offended.

''No, but she is right these deaths are connected to you and for some reason, like the witches want something,'' Jones deduced.

'' yeah I saw a witch, big as you like, flying, cackling away, and you've written about witches,'' Martha added.

''I have? When was that?''

''Not, not quite yet,'' The Doctor spoke and Martha decided to keep her mouth shut before she accidently said something she shouldn't about Shakespeare's plays that was.

''Peter Streete spoke of witches,'' Shakespeare suddenly said after a small bit of silence that had fallen across the room.

 ''Who's Peter Streete?'' Martha asked.

 ''Our builder. He sketched the plans to the Globe,'' Shakespeare replied.

''The architect. Hold on. The architect! The architect! The Globe! Come on!'' The Doctor exclaimed.

''Here we go again,'' Jones muttered as he was last the leave the room, but not before he heard a branch tap an unusual beat on the window, a beat that sounded oddly like drums, calling out to someone. He shook his head dismissing any thoughts and left the room.

---

Violet sat on the edge of the stage next to Jones watching as the Doctor walked around, where they had been standing when watching the performance the night before.

''The columns there, right? Fourteen sides. I've always wondered, but I never asked. Tell me, Will. Why fourteen sides?'' The Doctor asked stopping in front of where Shakespeare stood.

''It was the shape Peter Streete thought best, that's all. Said it carried the sound well,'' He replied shrugging his shoulders as if it the answer didn't matter at all.

''Fourteen. Why does that ring a bell? Fourteen,'' The Doctor mumbled as he begun to pace again.

''There's fourteen lines in a sonnet,'' Martha piped up and suddenly Violet leapt off up from the stage.

''Martha your brilliant, fourteen lines in a sonnet, fourteen sides, fourteen facets,'' She said moving over to where the Doctor had stopped pacing to get him to realise what she was getting at.

''Oh yes, um words, think... think,'' The Doctor rambled as he tried to put it all together.

''This is just a theatre,'' Shakespeare added not really sure what Violet or the Doctor were on about.

''That where your wrong Will, this is more than just a theatre,'' Violet begun to explain and Jones continued for her.

''Yeah because if you think about it you stand on a stage, say the right words at the right time, with the right emphasis, you can make some feel whatever you want.''

''But if you exaggerate that,'' The Doctor started realising what his Daughter and the solider were on about.

''It's like your police box. Small wooden box with all that power inside,'' Violet grinned as Martha finally caught onto the theory.

''Oh. Oh, Martha Jones, I like you. Tell you what, though. Peter Streete would know. Can I talk to him?'' The Doctor asked turning to face Shakespeare.

''You won't get an answer. A month after finishing this place lost his mind,'' Will explained, his words causing Violet to scrunch up her forehead.

''Why? What happened?'' Martha jumped in with the question before Violet could open her mouth.

''Started raving about witches, hearing voices, babbling. His mind was addled,'' Shakespeare answered.

''I'm willing to bet that those witches were real,'' Jones whispered to Violet and she nodded agreeing with his theory.
''Where is he now?'' The Doctor asked.

 ''Bedlam,''

''What's Bedlam?'' Martha questioned.

 ''Bethlem Hospital. The madhouse.,'' Shakespeare explained.

''We're going to go there. Right now. Come on,'' The Doctor called as he was already making his way out of the theatre.

''Oh yippy,'' Jones muttered under his breath obviously not liking the idea of going to Bedlam one bit.

''Wait! I'm coming with you. I want to witness this at first hand,'' Shakespeare shouted after the group as they left him behind.

---

''If you got a pound for every time he tries to flirt with you, you'd be rich beyond belief,'' Violet reffered to Shakespeare as she and Martha walked together behind the group. Shakespeare was up front with the Doctor giving him directions and Jones was just in his own little world a little behind them.

''I know, but who'd believe me if I went home and said William Shakespeare fancied me, they'd all think I'd gone mad,'' Martha replied.

''I guess that true,'' Violet replied and both woman looked at each other wide grins spreading across each of their faces. Violet had just made a new friend and this time she'd do anything to save them.

---

Bethlem hospital was so noisy that Violet wanted nothing more but to turn around and walk straight out. However, she resisted the urge by reminding herself that they needed answers and if this was the only place to get them, then so be it, she'd have to cope.

''Does my Lord Doctor wish some entertainment while he waits? I'd whip these madmen. They'll put on a good show for you. Mad dog in Bedlam,'' The Keeper said a sickening smile rising to his lips.

''No, I don't!'' The Doctor cried out disgusted by the man who stood before them.

''You should be ashamed,'' Jones added not enjoying the rather strong smell that had embedded itself in his nose.

''Well, wait here, my lords, while I make him decent for the ladies,'' The Keeper ignored Joneses comment and led them done a narrow corridor lined with cells containing mostly young and old men.

''So this is what you call a hospital, yeah? Where the patients are whipped to entertain the gentry? And you put your friend in here?'' Martha asked as she walked beside Shakespeare.

''Oh, it's all so different in Freedonia,'' He replied in a joking way not really believing what she was saying.

''But you're clever. Do you honestly think this place is any good?'' Martha asked, wanting to get a better answer out of him.

 ''I've been mad. I've lost my mind. Fear of this place set me right again. It serves its purpose,'' Shakespeare shrugged as he answered.

''Mad in what way?''

 ''You lost your son,'' The Doctor answered Martha's question for Will.

''My only boy. The Black Death took him. I wasn't even there,'' By his tone and sudden change in body language he was upset about what had happened.

''I didn't know. I'm sorry,'' Martha spoke stumbling over her words a little as she apologised.

''It made me question everything. The futility of this fleeting existence. To be or not to be. Oh, that's quite good.''

''You should write that down,'' The Doctor instantly blurted out.

''Maybe not. A bit pretentious?''

''No defiantly keep that,'' Jones spoke and Shakespeare nodded as if saying, 'maybe I will then.'

There was silence for the rest of the journey to the cell. In the cell they had stopped by a figure hunched and covered in rags sat on the ground with their back to the visitors.

''They can be dangerous, my lord. Don't know their own strength,'' The keeper warned them as he opened the cell door allowing them to entre.

''I think it helps if you don't whip them. Now get out!'' The Doctor shouted and the keeper exited rather quickly looking them inside the cell with the figure.

''Peter? Peter Streete?'' The Doctor asked.

 ''He's the same as he was. You'll get nothing out of him,'' Shakespeare explained as both Father and Daughter knelt down in front of Peter.

''Peter?'' The Doctor asked softly his hand reaching out to touch Peter's shoulder. Slowly he lifts his head and Violet moves back ever so slightly as he hollow almost lifeless eyes bore into her own.

Carefully with shaking hands the Doctor lifts his hands and places his finger onto Streete's temples.

''Peter, I'm the Doctor. Go into the past. One year ago. Let your mind go back. Back to when everything was fine and shining. Everything that happened in this year since happened to somebody else. It was just a story. A winter's Tale. Let go. That's it.
That's it, just let go,'' Violets helped the Doctor to lay Peter onto the small bed that lay in the corner of the room.

''Tell us the story, Peter. Tell me about the witches,'' The Doctor spoke softly as Violet moved to kneel down in front of Peter's form.

''Witches spoke to Peter. In the night, they whispered. They whispered. Got Peter to build the Globe to their design. Their design! The fourteen walls. Always fourteen. When the work was done they snapped poor Peter's wits.''

''They lost his mind,'' Violet whispered feeling sorry for the man who lay before her.

''Where did Peter see the witches? Where in the city? Peter, tell me. You've got to tell me where were they?'' The Doctor asked.

''All Hallows Street.''

''Too many words,'' The sudden voice made everyone in the room jump in shock and Violet swore she hear Jones give out a little scream.

''What the hell?'' Martha was confused and she wasn't the only one.

''Just one touch of the heart,'' The Witch spoke nearing closer to where Peter lay.

''No!'' Violet and the Doctor shouted at the same time. Violet tried to block Peter from the Witch, but she flicked her wrist causing Violet to fly back into the wall. Now with nobody in her way she moved s her hand to Streete's chest and he immediately died.

''Witch! I'm seeing a witch!'' Shakespeare suddenly exclaimed.

''Bit late to the party mate,'' Jones snapped as he went over to pull the unconscious Violet into a seated position.

''Now, who would be next, hmm? Just one touch. Oh, oh, I'll stop your frantic hearts. Poor, fragile mortals,'' The Witch taunted.

'''Let us out! Let us out!'' Martha shouted starting to shake the bars of the cell.

 ''That's not going to work. The whole building's shouting that,'' The Doctor pointed out and Martha stopped, looking rather embarrassed when she turned back to face everyone again.

''Who will die first, hmm?'' The Witch teased with a wide grin.

''How about me,'' Violet spoke standing up and standing in front of the Doctor facing the Witch.

''No! Don't!'' Martha shouted.

''Doctor, can you stop her?'' Shakespeare spoke referring to both the Witch and Violets sacrifice.

''No mortal has power over me,'' The Witch cackled as she spoke.

''Lucky me because I'm not a mortal,'' Violet spat back a smile rising to her own lips, ''even if I was I'd still have power in words, the right ones in the right order. Are so, so magical.''

''None on Earth has knowledge of us,'' The Witch replied it's confident persona had disappeared slightly and she had also begun to shuffle back as Violet took a step closer.

''Oh but yet again lucky me because I'm not from earth because you see I know you use shapes and words to channel energy and fourteen sides well that's an even bigger clue. I know where your from. Jones,'' Violet turned to face him and suddenly his eyes lit up.

''The fourteen stars of the Recel planetary configuration,'' The Doctor and Jones said together in unison.

''It's been starting is right in the face,'' The Doctor exclaimed.

''Creature, I name you Carrionite,'' Violet shouted pointing finger at the witch. The moment the words left her lips the Witch screamed and was swallowed by a bright white light.

''What did you do?'' Martha asked as Jones moved over to hug Violet.

''She named her. The power of a name. That's old magic,'' The Doctor grinned proud that his Daughter had been aware and has such knowledge.

''But there's no such thing as magic,'' Martha pointed out.

''Well, it's just a different sort of science. You lot, you chose mathematics. Given the right string of numbers, the right equation, you can split the atom. Carrionites use words instead,'' The Doctor explained.

''Use them for what?'' Shakespaere asked still a little confused at what had just occurred before him.
 
''The end of the world.''

---

''All Hallows Street. There it is. Martha, we'll track them down. Will, you get to the Globe. Whatever you do, stop that play,'' Violet had taken a break after Martha told her it was best to rest so when she rejoined the others they were in Shakespeare's office again.

''I'll do it. All these years I've been the cleverest man around. Next to you, I know nothing,'' Shakespeare replied admiring the Doctor just a little.

''You get used to it,'' Jones mumbled.

''Oh, don't complain,'' Martha spoke up the comment directed to both of the men.

''I'm not. It's marvellous. Good luck, Doctor,'' Shakespeare said as the Doctor went to leave.

''Good luck, Shakespeare. Once more unto the breach,'' The Doctor called as he left the room.

''I like that. Wait a minute, that's one of mine,'' Shakespeare spoke up.

''Oh, just shift! And Jones go with him,'' The order was followed by a groan from the solider, but never the less he did what he was told, well he was a soldier.

---

''All Hallows Street, but which house?'' The Doctor said as he Martha and Violet stood in the middle of the street trying to find the right house.

''The thing is, though am I missing something here? The world didn't end in 1599. It just didn't. Look at me. I'm living proof,'' Martha pointed out as she gestured to herself.

''Oh, how to explain the mechanics of the infinite temporal flux? I know. Back to the Future. It's like Back to the Future,'' The Doctor said.

''The film?''

''No, the novelisation. Yes, the film. Marty McFly goes back and changes history,'' The Doctor explained.

''And he starts fading away. Oh my God, am I going to fade?'' Martha realized shocking herself.

''Basically yes, can we focus now,'' Violet piped up. After she spoke a door suddenly creaked open inviting them inside.
''Ah. Make that witch house,'' Violet huffed at her Father joke and left the two behind as she entered the house first.

''I take it we're expected,'' The Doctor spoke as he entered the house behind his daughter.
''Oh, I think Death has been waiting for you a very long time,'' The Witch who looked very young replied.

''Right then, it's my turn. I know how to do this. I name thee Carrionite! What did I do wrong? Was it the finger?'' Martha asked as her trick didn't work.

''The power of a name works only once. Observe. I gaze upon this bag of bones and now I name thee Martha Jones,'' Suddenly Martha goes limp falling into the Doctors out stretched arms. Carefully he lowered her to the ground.

''What have you done?'' The Doctor asked.

 ''Only sleeping, alas. It's curious. The name has less impact. She's somehow out of her time. And as for you, Sir Doctor. Fascinating. There is no name. Why would a man hide his title in such despair? Oh, but look. There's still one word with the power that aches.  And you Violet the same, no name, but you have a title that will be remembered for years across the Universe,'' The Witch wandered closer to the two as she spoke.

''The naming won't work on me or her,'' The Doctor replied unable to calculate her next move.

''But your heart grows cold. The north wind blows and carries down the distant Rose,'' She teased a sly smile across her face.

''Oh, big mistake. Because that name keeps me fighting. The Carrionites vanished. Where did you go?'' He asked curious to know why there were only three of them.

''The Eternals found the right word to banish us into deep darkness,'' The witch replied.

''And how did you escape?'' The Doctor asked.

 ''New words. New and glittering, from a mind like no other,'' Violet's eyes widened as she realised who the Witch was on about.

''Shakespeare,'' The Doctor breathed out thinking the word the Time Lady was thinking.

''His son perished. The grief of a genius. Grief without measure. Madness enough to allow us entrance,'' She explained.
''How many of you?'' Violet could tell by his tone that he hopped it was just the ones they had seen.

''Just the three. But the play tonight shall restore the rest. Then the human race will be purged as pestilence. And from this world we will lead the universe back into the old ways of blood and magic,'' She stated standing closer and closer to the Doctor.

''Hmm. Busy schedule. But first you've got to get past me,'' Violet coughed, ''us,'' He corrected.

''Oh, that should be a pleasure, considering my enemy has such a handsome shape,'' She spoke reaching out to touch the Doctors cheek.

''Now, that's one form of magic that's definitely not going to work on me,'' The Doctor spoke slight nervous.

''Oh, we'll see,'' She reached out her hand and before Violet could stop her the Witch pulled a few hairs out of his head.
''What did you do?'' The Doctor asked as she walked back away from her.

 ''Souvenir,'' She smiled holding up the hair she had taken from him.

''Well, give it back,'' The Doctor and Violet launched themselves at the Witch, but she managed to fly off, well with Violet hanging tightly onto the broom that is.

''Violet,'' The Doctor shouted as she clung on for dear life.

''Behold, Doctor. Men to Carrionites are nothing but puppets,'' Violet tried with all her strength to move across the broom so she could try and knock the Witch off. While she was doing this the Witch took ones of the dolls Jones had found earlier and wrapped the Doctors hair around it.

''Now, you might call that magic. I'd call that a DNA replication module,'' The Doctor shouted trying to stall the Witch as Violet continued to slide across the broom closer to the Witch.

''What use is your science now?'' Violet grabbed the Witches leg but her balance was too good, because she stayed upright and the scream from the Doctor confirmed that Witch had achived what she had wanted.

Now Violet hung onto the broom with one hand as they flew through the night.

''What did you do,'' She shouted up at the Witch who seemed not to care that she was still attached to the broom.

''Stabbed his heart, he is dead,'' The Witch cackled and Violet rolled her eyes and reminded herself her father was ok; he had two hearts after all.

Violet did want to dangle on the broom for any longer than she needed to so when the witch cut across the Thames to get to the Globe theatre, she held her breath and let go letting the cold water consume her.

She breathed in heavily when she broke the surface again and willing her muscles to work she swam as fast as she could to the bank. As she swam her eyes looked up to see a huge mass of energy like a hurricane swirling coming from the sky and down into the Globe.

When she had finally reached the bank she was exhausted and prayed that the Doctor, Martha and Jones were handling the situation. As she lay on the bank breathing deeply in and out, a voice out of nowhere spoke, it sounded like a child a little girl to be precise.

''Beware the angles who weep for you,'' Violet lifted her head to indeed she a young girl, with brown girly hair and wide inquisitive eyes.

''Who... who are you?'' Violet asked as she began to stand up.

''They call me the wanderer and some day you'll know where I came from and why,'' Then Violet blinked and the girl was gone.

''Violet,'' The shout was from a voice that Violet recognised and would never forget.

''Jones,'' She called out and within moments he had raced down the bank and engulfed her in a hug.

''God your freezing, I can't believe you jumped into the Thames,'' He sighed taking off the leather jacket he always wore and throwing it around her before pulling her into another hug to warm her up.

''Blame the stupid Witch Carrionite,'' Violet huffed as her teeth began to chatter, she had no idea she had been that cold.

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''And I say, a heart for a hart and a dear for a deer,'' It was the next day and Violet couldn't help but laugh as Shakespeare yet again tried to flirt with Martha.

''I don't get it,'' Martha replied.

''Then give me a joke from Freedonia,'' Shakespeare asked.

''Okay, Shakespeare walks into a pub and the landlord says, Oi mate, you're Bard,'' Jones groaned as he heard the joke, he'd heard some bad ones and Martha's was pretty close to being at the top of the worst jokes he'd ever heard.

''That's brilliant. Doesn't make sense, mind you, but never mind that. Now come here,'' He moves to wrap his arm around her waist pulling her closer to him.

''I've only just met you,'' Martha spoke not wanting to be too rude to him.

''The Doctor may never kiss you. Why not entertain a man who will?'' Shakespeare whispered.

''Maybe we should you know help her,'' Jones whispered to Violet as they sat a little further down the stage from where Shakespeare and Martha were.

''Nah lets she how she gets out of it,'' Violet replied resting her head on his shoulder enjoying what was happening in front of them.

''I don't know how to tell you this, oh great genius, but your breath doesn't half stink,'' Martha sat backing away from him.
Violet tried to bite back a laugh, but she couldn't, Martha Jones just rejected William Shakespeare now that had to be a story when told, would at least cause someone to laugh.

''Good props store back there. I'm not sure about this though. Reminds me of a Sycorax,'' The Doctor announced his arrival with a ruff around his neck and a skull in one hand.

''Sycorax. Nice word. I'll have that off you as well,'' Shakespeare said as the Doctor stopped in front of him.

''I should be on ten percent. How's your head?'' He asked.

 ''Still aching.''

''Here, I got you this,'' The Doctor took the ruff off and placed it around Shakespeare's neck.

''Neck brace. Wear that for a few days till it's better, although you might want to keep it. It suits you,'' As the Doctor spoke a grin rose on Martha's face, she couldn't believe that it was the doctor who had made him wear a ruff for most of his life.

''What about the play?'' Martha asked.

 ''Gone. I looked all over. Every single copy of Love's Labours Won went up in the sky,'' The Doctor replied.

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While the other spoke Violet dragged Jones away to talk to him about what she had seen on the river bank.

''A girl, you saw a little girl what's special about that,'' Jones said a frown appearing on his face.

''It's what she said, 'Beware the angles that weep for you.' First he's not real, then the impossible year and now this. The universe is leaving us clues, but for what,'' Violet explained and Jones had never seen her so unnerved before.

''Queen Elizabeth the First!'' Violet and Jones turned as the Doctor let out the exclamation and as true to what he had said. Queen Liz z the first stood at the entrance to the Theatre.

''Doctor?'' She shouted and Violet's eyes widened they knew each other.

''What?''

 ''My sworn enemy,'' She shrieked pointing towards him.

''What?''

 ''Off with his head!'' She screamed.

''What?''

''Never mind what, just run! See you, Will, and thanks,'' Martha suggested beckoning Violet and Jones over who gladly started to run with the Doctor and her.

''Stop that pernicious Doctor,'' Elizabeth shouted again.

''Stop in the name of the Queen!'' Two of her guards called running after the group of four.

''What have you done to upset her?'' Martha asked as they all made their way to the Tardis.

''How should I know? Haven't even met her yet. That's time travel for you. Still, can't wait to find out,'' The Doctor grinned to all of them as he opened the Tardis to allow them all inside.

''That's something to look forward to. Ooo!'' He retreated into the Tardis himself as an arrow embedded itself into the Tardis door a little too close to his head.

Next will be Gridlock.