Chapter 4

Series 3, "I Travel through Time"

The Shakespeare Code

"But, How does it travel through time?" Martha asked.

Rose rolled her eyes, and half answered, "I alter these dials and it goes."

"But, How?"

Rose looked at her, and said, "Seriously Martha, what's with all the questions? I don't even understand the science behind how it's bigger on the inside, and I'm a Time lord - well, lady - and it's Time Lord Science!"

"You mean you don't know? Oh now I feel safe!"

Rose chuckled, and another bang caused her to fall to the floor again. She loved it though, as evidenced by her giggles.

Martha was not enjoying it so much, and asked, "Have you got to pass a test to fly this thing?"

Rose didn't know how to answer that for a second, but shrugged, "To be honest, never went for it. Now come on." With that, Rose picked her coat up and put it on, and headed to the doors. "I promised you one trip. Do try and enjoy yourself." With that, she opened the doors and slipped half in, half out, blocking Martha's view. "Outside these doors is a brave new world, Martha Jones. Care to take a look?"

Martha went out, and Rose followed her. "My god, we really did it. We travelled in time. So come on, where are we? Sorry, got to get used to the new language. When are we?"

Rose quieted her a little as they dodged someone dropping, well, wee, out onto the street. "1599, London. I was aiming for a little earlier, during the construction of, come on." Rose pulled Martha down a street, and then pointed at a building. "The Globe Theatre."

Martha had to ask, "How do you know when you've landed a few months late?"

Rose smiled slightly and shrugged. "Small nuances you wouldn't understand. Come on."

"But are we safe? I mean, can we move around?" Martha asked.

Rose nodded, "I've done plenty of it, no harm to the timeline so far. Why?"

"It's like in the films, you step on a butterfly, you change the future of the human race!"

Rose grinned. "Oh, changing the future, done an awful lot of that. Now come on then." Martha rolled her eyes and followed. After a minute, Rose asked, "What have butterflies ever done to you?"

"What if, I dunno, what if I kill my grandfather?"

Rose choked back a giggle. "Unless that's what your planning, you're fine. Don't worry Martha. We'll be fine."

Martha pressed on with her questions, "But am I alright? Not going to get carted off as a slave, am I?"

Rose held back in more giggles, making Martha wonder what was so funny, but answered by stopping, and pointing down the street. "See those lot down there?"

Martha looked and saw a bunch of women. She quietly answered, "Yeah?"

"They're black too. Okay they're slaves, well, servants more like. But you don't see others treating them badly, do you?"

Martha paused to see that some were genuinely treating them a little nicely. "No. I mean, I'm not exactly,"

Rose nodded. "Generally, people assume the colored skinned people here are already slaves, so you're fine. I'm not even human. Just, I dunno, follow me. If anyone stops us, you're my personal servant and assistant."

"Slave, you mean?"

Rose nodded slightly, "That's what they'll assume, but there's a lot of difference in meaning between Slave and Servant." She finished as they continued walking towards the Globe. "A difference they won't really catch. Probably. Anyway, Elizabethan times aren't that much different, aside from that and the obvious technological and scientific parts. Look." Rose pointed at various things, and said, "You could call that recycling, in a way. Conversation over Coffee, although that's not coffee they're drinking. Even Global Warming." Rose rolled her eyes as they passed a priest rattling onabout an apocalypse. "Entertainment too, hasn't changed much from the Theatrical medium of the Globe. The west-end, so forth." Rose paused, and her eyes lit up. "Speaking of; Martha Jones, would you like to accompany me to the theatre?"

Martha grinned at her and nodded, "Miss Smith, I will!"

As they approached the doors, Rose added a little louder,over the crowd, "And of course there is the man himself."

"You don't mean!"

"Shh, it's about to start!"

The TARDIS, travelling through time, flies into the distance of the blue tunnel. It reappears, only for the tunnel to stop and reverse, suddenly turning the tunnel red with hints of green.

Overlaid, the two names fly up and past the camera,

Billie Piper

Freema Agyeman

Followed by a spining eye-shaped plaque with the words,

The Wolf

Then words fade in.

THE SHAKESPEARE CODE
By Gareth Roberts
Adapted for The Wolf by Alex F Mcpherson
Beta: Natasha Hosie

Rose blinked.

She blinked again and looked at Martha, who did the same.

"How come it's not in ye olde english?" Martha asked.

Rose chuckled, and said, "TARDIS probably. She gets amusement about this sort of thing. Should have been there when I found myself in the middle of a german rock bands' concert. The lyrics were most amusing, in I think, it was Yiddish. Which when then translated to english, sounded completely different."

Suddenly, Martha shouted, "AUTHOR!" Then paused to ask, "They don't shout Author do they?"

Rose was amused when the rest of the audience took the chant up. "They do now. Martha Jones, you just jump started the Author chant by 200 years."

Martha blushed and hung her head a little. "Sorry."

"Don't worry, happened to me all the time." Rose countered.

Martha held back a chuckle at the pun.

For half a minute or so, the audience applaused the man as he walked out onto the stage. When he spoke, the two women were thinking of what beautiful words he'd use.

What they expected, but what they got, were two different things.

"OH SHUT YOUR MOUTHS!" Shakespeare shouted, quite in jest.

"Oh well." Rose muttered.

"Should never meet your heroes." Martha told her.

Rose nodded. "Charles Dickens was a surprise too, I tell you that." She muttered.

"You've got excellent taste, I'll give you that. Oh, Thats a wig!" Shakespeare pointed to a tall man in the crowd. Rose held back a chuckle, and while no one noticed, tried to create a little wind. Knowing her eyes or hands glowed when that happened, she had closed her eyes and her hands were in her pockets. "See!" Shakespeare added. Rose chuckled when she saw that her 'gust of wind' had knocked the wig off. "I know what you're all saying, Love's Labour's Lost, that's a funny ending, isn't it? It just stops." Shakespeare clicked his fingers. "Will the boys get the girls. Well don't get your hoes in a tangle, you'll all find out soon." The crowd went wild. "Yeah, Yeah. All in good time, you don't rush a genius!" He bowed.

Rose got an odd feeling. Seconds later, it was the Wolf who watched the almost hypnotised William Shakespeare say, "When? Tomorrow Night! The premiere of my new play, a sequel, no less. And I call it, Love's Labour's Won."

"Somethings wrong." She mumbled to Martha, and gently pulled her with the crowd out of the the Globe.

Martha pointed out, "I don't pretend to be an expert or anything, but I've never heard of 'Love's Labour's Won'."

The Wolf got a feeling, and lightly mumbled, "Neither have I, and I did an essay for English on Shakespeare. Well, not exactly never heard of it. Came across a few references in lists of his plays, but it's like… I dunno, a lost play or something."

Martha asked, "You got a Minidisc or something? We can tape it, flog it when we get home, make a mint!"

The Wolf looked at her, and said, "What, and get sectioned?"

"Oh. Right. That would be bad." Martha mumbled. "How come it disappeared in the first place, do you think?"

The Wolf closed her eyes as she moved with the crowd, and groaned. "For god sake."

"What? What did I say?"

"Nothing it's not you. It's… me. Something always has to- Hey Martha, would you like to leave, and leave this mystery unsolved, or stay, and perhaps get into possibly fatal situations to work it out?"

Martha thought it was a joke, and nodded, "Stay."

"Yeah. Stay." The Wolf mumbled. "Come on, lets see if we can find out where the esteemed Shakespeare is staying."

The Wolf knocked on the door, and stepped in. "Hello, Mr Shakespeare isn't it?"

Shakespeare wasn't looking, and simply groaned and said, "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-" He stopped, and noticed that A - The Wolf was not a 'he' and B - Martha.

"Oh Nonny, Nonny." Shakespeare sat up and motioned to the chairs. "Here, you come sit next to me. You two, get going on sewing those costumes."

From behind them, the land-lady stepped in and said, "Come on lads, I think our William here has found his new muse."

The Wolf rolled her eyes and sat beside Martha.

"Sweet lady, such unusual clothes, so… fitted." Shakespeare complimented.

"Um, Verily, vorsooth, egads." Martha started, but Rose made an appearance and interupted.

"No, don't." She winked though, and then the Wolf was back as she turned to Shakespeare. She pulled a hand out of her pocket, and opened her wallet with the psychic paper. "I'm Dame Wolf, and this is my companion, Miss Martha Jones." The Wolf was careful not to say '-of TARDIS' since she didn't want much attention brought to her. She had found out after her first month that the moment she uttered the word 'TARDIS' outside of it, something was bound to happen. That, and there was someone in there, a servant, and Shakespeare, a wordsmith would really wonder about the word, and maybe use it when he shouldn't.

Shakespeare barely glanced at her paper though, "Interesting, that bit of paper." Shakespeare said, unimpressed. "It's blank."

The Wolf just smiled. Martha though, got a look of it and said, "No but it says right here, Dame Wolf and Martha Jones."

"And I say, It's blank."

The Wolf looked at Martha and explained shortly, "Psychic Paper, it's - Oh, long story, I'll tell you later."

"Psychic?" Shakespeare started. "Never heard that before, and words are my trade. Who are you, exactly? And more to the point, who is your delicious blackamoor lady."

The Wolf didn't know whether to be amused or insulted that Shakespeare found Martha more attractive.

"What did you say?" Martha asked, partly insulted herself.

"Oops, isn't that a word we use nowadays?" The blank look on Martha's face made him go through a list of them, "An Ethiop girl, a swarve, A queen of Afric?"

Martha snorted, and to the Wolf, said, "I can't believe I'm hearing this."

"It's PC gone insane." She muttered to Martha, and said to Shakespeare, "Martha's from a far off place, Agyen chain islands."

She was interupted from adding anything more when someone came in saying, "Excuse me, hold hard a moment. This is Abomnable behavior. A new play, with no warning? I demand to see a script."

The Wolf thought for a second, and with a wink at Shakespeare before he could hang his head, she pulled out her psychic paper again, and said, "Excuse me, hi yes. Dame Wolf. And, who are you?"

That got the man on his better behavior. "Lynley, Ma'am. Master of the Revels."

Shakespeare added, "He's got to approve all plays before they can be performed."

"Right." The Wolf nodded.

Shakespeare responded to Lynleys' demand with, "Tomorrow morning, first thing I'll send it round."

"What!" Lynley was about to say a bit more, but the Wolf put in.

"Now now gentleman, I'm sure you can work out something and be happy on both sides. Now plays got to be registered with you yes?" Lynley nodded, and the Wolf turned to Shakespeare, "Why can't he see the script now?"

"It's not finished."

The Wolf smiled to Lynley, and said, "I'm sure you're smart enough to know that if you only ever saw the drafts, the final copies may be different enough to be henous or something like that right? Tis why you get that say right?"

Lynley nodded, and said, "Yes ma'am. But it still takes a few days to approve. If it is the last thing I do, Love's Labour's Won will only be played when it's approved."

With that, Lynley left.

Martha smiled as the land-lady gave them some drinks, and then said, "Well then, mystery solved. Love's Labour's won doesn't get approval or something. I thought it'd be something, you know, more mysterious."

The Wolf closed her eyes and shook her head as Martha paled from the noise outside. Just before they got up, The Wolf gave Martha a look, saying 'You just had to say it, didn't you?'

Outside, the Wolf and Martha ran up to the man, whom kept throwing up water. After a moment, it was like a physical blow, and he died.

The Wolf frowned as Martha went to give CPR, but water just came out of his mouth.

"What the hell is that?"

"His lungs are full of water, he drowned. And then a blow to the heart." She murmured. Then she turned to Martha and said, "Martha, I need you to make something up about what killed him."

"Why?"

"Because if I tell the truth, they're gonna think it's witchcraft. Bearing in mind this lot still have a foot in the dark ages."

"So what was it?"

"Witchcraft."

Martha nodded slightly and stood up, and convincingly told the others, "Good mistress, this poor fellow just died from a sudden imbalance of the humours. Natural unfortunate death."

The Wolf stood up, and inserted, "Call the constable, and have him take him away."

"Yes Ma'ams." the land-lady started, but a servant girl, far too clean for a servant girl, said, "I'll do it ma'am." The Wolf thought on her a moment, there was something odd about her. She had been in the room when Lynley entered.

As they returned to Shakespeares' room, the land-lady said from the doorway, "I got your room, Dame Wolf. You and miss Jones are just across the landing." She left, and the Wolf pondered things for a minute.

She stopped though, when Shakespeare spoke. "Poor Lynley. So many strange events. Not least of all, this Agyen chain islands where a woman can be a Doctor."

"Where a woman can do what she likes." Martha added.

Shakespeare nodded, and turned to the Wolf. "And you, Dame Wolf. How can a woman so young have eyes so old?"

The Wolf tritely replied, "I do a lot of reading."

"A trite reply, yeah, that's what I do." The Wolf smiled slightly. Shakespeare turned back to Martha and said, "And you, you look at her like you're surprised she even exists. She's much as a puzzle to you as she is to me, Dame Wolf of TARDIS."

Martha mumbled, "I think we should say goodnight."

The Wolf nodded, but stayed a moment. When Martha was gone, Shakespeare smiled at her. "You know more than you're telling." The Wolf mused.

"Perhaps. Now I must work, I'll get my answers tomorrow, Dame Wolf, and I'll discover more about you and why this constant performance of yours."

The Wolf grinned as she left, but paused enough to say, "But as I believe you once said, All the Worlds' a Stage."

"Hmm. I don't think I have, but I might have to use that. Good night."

"Night."

The Wolf went into her room, and ignored most of what Martha was saying. She wasn't tired - she guessed that to be the first plus of being a Time Lady she would get.

"So, who's going where?"

The Wolf smiled and just sat in a chair, which she carefully balanced on its' hind legs as she leaned back. "You can have the bed, not very tired."

Martha nodded, and laid down slightly, but turned to the Wolf, and said, "So, Magic and stuff. That's a surprise. It's all a bit, Harry Potter."

"Oh don't get me started. Wait until you've read book 7. I cried."

Martha didn't understand the expression on the Wolf right then - she wasn't entirely sure if the Wolf was saying it was good or bad. "But it's real though? Witches, black magic, It's real?"

"No, well, y- no. No." The Wolf mumbled. "Looks like witchcraft but it isn't. Humans put faith in numbers, and giving those numbers power meant that with the right equation you could split the atom. Some creatures use words, but which ones? Why? I'm missing something. No human can use words like witchcraft, That just got started off by stranded or invading species. No, I'm missing something. Something close. Staring me in the face and I can't see it."

Martha looked her in the eyes, and the Wolf looked away. "The Doctor would know. A friend of mine, the Doctor, would say the right thing right about now. Blimey, was he clever. Still, you're a novice and I dont know everything, can't be helped. Aren't you going to get some sleep? Big day tomorrow, finding this lot out then returning you home where you got those many hours."

Martha nodded and turned over, her back to the Wolf.

The Wolf sighed and pondered things.

Until there was a scream.

"Witches. But which witches?" The Wolf pondered, as she paced in front of Shakespeare's desk.

"Peter Street spoke of witches." Shakespeare said after a moment.

She nodded slowly, and then it came to her, who it was. "The builder?" The Wolf asked.

Martha looked between them, and asked, "Who's Peter Street?"

"He sketched the plans to the globe." Shakespeare informed them both.

The Wolf looked up at him, and the beginning of an idea came to her, so she asked, "He was the Architect?"

"Yeah."

The Wolf pondered that for a moment, and said, "Okay, lets go there. I have a feeling I might understand it a bit better there."

At the Globe, it unfortunately wasn't coming to her. "Which Witch did he so speak, what words of wonder spoken beneath my feet." She murmured, as she stood on the stage, not realising as she spoke that she was speaking in rhyme.

"14." Martha mumbled.

"Hmm?"

"14 sides of the Globe. 14 lines of a sonnet."

The Wolf nodded, but didn't go on from there, "Remember, you humans put power in numbers, but there are those who put power in words." With that, she went back to her pacing at the foot of the stage.

"But this is just a Theatre. My words only entertain." Shakespeare protested.

The Wolf looked at him, and told him strongly, "But the Theatre is Magic! With just the right words, spoken in the right way at the right time, you could make men cry in sadness, out in happiness. Change them! Change their minds." The Wolf paused for a moment, looking off as she felt a piece of the puzzle settle into place, but still not enough to reveal enough of the picture to guess the rest. "But no human could do more than that with words."I'm missing something. Something to identify who it is with the words that can kill."

Martha hadn't followed, well she did but not completely. "What?" She asked.

The Wolf sighed and said, "I need something... I'm missing something, powerful."

"What," Martha began, but this time not in question, "like your police box, the wooden box with all that power inside?" She said, adding lots of emphasis to 'power' so the Wolf knew exactly what she meant.

The Wolf smiled, but didn't say anything about it. To Shakespeare, she asked, "But Peter Street, you said he talked about witches. Can I talk to him?"

Shakespeare shook his head, "Afraid not. A month after he finished this place, lost his mind. Started raving about witches, hearing voices, babbling, his mind was addled."

The Wolf sighed, and daren't ask but she had to, "Where's he now?"

"Bedlam." He answered quietly.

"What's Bedlam?" Martha asked, seeing a look cross both Shakespeare and the Wolf's faces.

The Wolf looked at Martha, and said, "Bethlam Hospital. Madhouse."

Shakespeare shook at the mention of the place, but did alright. Martha was tempted to ask, but she understood that there was something else about it other than Peter Street being there that was responsible for his response to its mention.

The Wolf looked at him sadly, and said, "Well, We gotta go there, right now." She looked at Martha, and waved her hand, motioning Martha to follow as she left.

Shakespeare shook himself just as the pair reached the door, and called to them, "Wait, I'm coming with you," He jogged after them, only slowing down to hand over the finished script of Love's Labours' Won to the actors who had just came in through the way they were leaving. "Ralph, last scene as promised. Copy it, hand it round, learn it, speak it. Back and forth before curtain up, and remember kid, project. Eyes and teeth. Never know, the queen might turn up." At that, he left, and out of the actors' ear shot, added, "As if, she never does."

The Wolf heard, and was tempted to comment but decided not to.

The Wolf growled at the guard, who promplty left, fearing for his gonads for some reason. Martha looked at her with a raised eyebrow, and the Wolf just gave her a wink, before she turned to the one they were in Bethlam Hospital to see.

"Peter?" She asked, as she was slowly approaching him.

Shakespeare shook his head, though she couldn't see; told her, "He's the same as he was, you'll get nothing out of him."

'Rose, listen and follow and you'll be able to get him out of it long enough to tell you.' Came the unexpected telepathic message from the TARDIS. The Wolf almost jumped, but held it in so that neither of her companions could tell something was up.

She sent back, 'You're listening in? Okay anyway yeah, I'm listening.' With that, she could almost smile as she listened to the TARDIS' instructions. She didn't think she could - she may have been turned into a Time Lady physiologically speaking, but she knew there was a great number of things she wouldn't be able to do, not being a Time Lady by birth.

"Peter?" She spoke again, but this time, there was some strange undertone to it, one that Shakespeare and Martha could detect in her voice, but not identify. Shakespeare, if he had the words, might have figured it out. However, whatever it was that either of them may have thought, it was put out of their minds when there was a reaction from the one they least expected one.

Peter looked at her.

They were in the middle of giggling like the evil witches they were, plotting as they were, when one froze, and looked at the cauldron that sat nearby.

The younger one sniffed, then said, "What is this? I must see." She did something to the liquid in the Cauldron, and an image of the Wolf appeared, with sound to fit the words spoken. "That stranger, she was at the inn with Shakespeare. I thought then that she smelt of something new."

The old one who had froze said, "Now she visits the mad house. The Architect."

The Wolf knelt beside the man whose attention was now solely focused on her. "Peter, I'm the Wolf. I'm here to help." She paused, and seeing he seemed to accept that, she added, "Go into the past. To when everything was shiny and new, and this last year happened to somebody else. Let go. That's it." She could almost smile when a load seemed to be shifted off the addled-minded Peter Street. "Tell me Peter, the story. The Story of the witches."

The Young witch frowned at the name that should have felt familiar to her, yet did not. "Who is this girl who calls herself Wolf? Why does she come now at our time of glory? Doomfinger, transport yourself. Doom the Wolf. Doom her hide."

Peter chuckled lightly in that way that half-crazy people do when thinking about something that had happened to them as though it happened to someone else, and spoke, "Witches, spoke to peter. Whispered, whispered. Got Peter to build the globe to their design - Their, Design. The 14 Walls."

"I said that!" Martha whispered to the Wolf.

Peter nodded as though in response to Martha. The Wolf mused that he probably was responding to it. "Always, 14. When the work was done, They snapped, poor peters' wits."

The Wolf let them absorb it for a second, before asking, "Where did Peter see these witches?"

Peter gasped in fright for a moment, then called out clearly, "All Hallows Steet."

Suddenly, an unexpected voice came from off to the side. "Too Many words. Just one touch, of the Heart." The old woman, whom owned the voice, stepped over and touched Peter, who promplty fell dead.

The Wolf growled, as Shakespeare quietly exclaimed, "A Witch, I've seen a Witch!"

The Women pointed her finger to each of them, and said, "Now who would be next! Oh, I'll stop your frantic hearts, poor fragile mortals." She giggled, as though the thought of death was entertainment to her. It most likely was.

From the doorway, a familiar voice cried out, "Let us out!"

"Wont help any Martha." The Wolf growled out, her patience running rapidly thin.

"Who'll die first. Hmm?" The witch asked again.

The Wolf stepped forward, but stayed out of reach of the witch, and growled out to her, "No one."

Shakespeare asked, "Wolf, can you stop her?"

The Witch frowned and replied, "No Mortal has power over me."

The Wolf smiled slightly, and the witch momentarily thought it a bit too predatory for a human. "But there's a power in words, if I can find the right one, just know you." The Wolf grinned a bit more.

The Witch frowned deeper, and spoke, "None on Earth, has knowledge of us."

The Wolf's grin was clearly predatory now, as she answered back, "Ah but then, I'm here, and I know a lot about things others don't. Now, think. Humanoid, uses words to channel energy, shapes too-Ah. 14! That's it. the 14 Stars of the Rexel Planetary configuration! I name you, CARRIONITE!"

The Witch screamed as she was banished by those words. The Wolf took a step back, the unexpected use of the power of words having addled her senses for a moment.

Martha had to ask, "What did you do?"

"Named her. Very old sort of Magic." She answered back, as she looked at Peter Street's now very dead body.

"But you said there's no such thing as magic." Martha replied.

The Wolf rolled her eyes as she turned to her friend, and just answered, "Just a different science, as I said. Power of words instead of power of numbers. You lot chose mathematics. Carrionites, and a few other creatures which is why I didn't know it was this lot right off, use words instead."

"For what?" Shakespeare asked.

"End of the World."

Back in Shakespeares' room at the Elephant Inn, The Wolf was saying, "Story goes, the Carrionites disappeared, way back at the dawn of the universe."

"But what do they want?" Martha asked.

"A new empire, here on Earth; an empire of Bones and Blood and Witchcraft." The Wolf answered shortly, thinking things through even more.

Martha asked again, "But how?"

The Wolf looked over at Shakespeare, and said, "I'm looking at the man with the words."

"Me? But I've done nothing." He shook his head.

Martha looked at him, then caught on, and asked, "Hold on, what were you doing last night? When that Carrionite was in the room?"

He answered, with a frown, "Finishing the play."

"What happens in the last page?" The Wolf asked.

Shakespeare shrugged, "The boys get the girls, they have a bit of a dance, it's all funny and thought provoking as usual..." Shakespeare stopped, and realization dawned on his face, "Except those last few lines. Funny thing is, I don't remember writing them."

The Wolf nodded, and spoke, "Well, I guess that was them, put you under a spell or something. And Love's Labour's Won is their weapon. After all, you planned for a later premiere, right?" She added

"How did you-"

The Wolf grinned and interrupted, "When you announced that, you went all odd."

"Oh. I felt odd too, now that you mention it." He told her, and then continued on, "All these years, I've been the cleverest man around. Next to you, Dame Wolf, I know nothing." He complimented.

The Wolf smiled slightly, and Martha joked, "Oh, Don't complain."

Shakespeare smiled wider and said, "I'm not, she's marvelous. Good luck ma'am."

The Wolf nodded to him, "And you Shakespeare. Once more unto the breach!" She finished loudly, and left.

"I like that! Wait a minute, thats mine!"

The Wolf grinned widely at Martha, and feeling slightly mischevious, she spoke with a spooky kind of tone, "Here we go. All hallows street. Oooo."

Martha pushed her arm, and she laughed slightly, before she got more serious.

"Now if my guess is right…"

Martha stopped her, a thought on her mind, "Hold on, the world didn't end in 1599. Look at me, I'm living proof."

The Wolf sighed at her timing and her question, "Oh, Martha. I can barely understand the infinite temporal flux, never mind explain it."

"So how do you understand it then?" Martha asked, curious.

The Wolf pondered it for a second, then shrugged. "Oh, I dunno. Not really got any frame of reference." The Wolf didn't want to tell her about the time she made a change to the timeline and almost caused the whole universe to implode.

"Oh." Martha mumbled as they continued down the street.

The Wolf continued on with only the slightest of pauses, "Anyway, they probably are waiting for us so a door should open…" The Wolf grinned at Martha. "Right about now."

Martha found it a bit, odd, for the Wolf to say that, but considering she had excellent timing with those words, she guessed the Wolf had experience with these things, for a door did open.

The Witch scowled at the Wolf, a finger pointing at her. "As for you, Dame Wolf." She paused, the faintest surprise making its way to her face. "Fascinating. There is no name. Why would a girl hide her name?" She paused, as though something about that also registered, "Why would a girl hide her title in such despair. Oh, but look. there's still one word with the power of the day." The Witch declared, feeling victorious.

"The naming won't work on me." The Wolf told her, feeling oddly sure of herself about it.

The Witch made a sad look, but it was quite sarcastic, "But your heart grows cold and sickly, reaching out for your lost, Doctor."

The Wolf had been mildly irritating until then. With that name, the Wolf transformed into something that made the carrionite witch wonder if she shouldn't have said that.

"Oh. Big mistake, Carrionite." She growled out, "Because that name keeps me fighting. The Carrionites vanished, where did you go?"

Martha paused after giving the Wolf mouth-to-mouth. "Hold on, Misses. Two Hearts."

The Wolf smiled slightly, but got up. "Right then, up we go-ow! Oh crap, I've only got one heart working." She winced, and added, "How did I ever cope? I've got to get the other one started."

The Wolf rolled her eyes, and prompted him, "You're the wordsmith!"

"But I have non ready!" Shakespeare cried.

The Wolf rolled her eyes again, and muttered, "Oh what would the Doctor say if he was here."

"Wait, the Doctor you say?" Shakespeare asked.

"Yeah why?"

Shakespeare smiled, "I think I know exactly what he'd say. Improvise…"

"You've met-" The Wolf began, but realised that time was running out, "Oh get on with it!"

Shakespeare quickly spoke whatever came into his mind, "Close up this deed of hatrid death and decay, decomposition of your witches plot. You feed my brains, consider me your toy, my doted Wolf tells me I am not. Foul Carrionite spectres, cease your show. Between the points, 0. Vanish like a tinkers cuss, I say to thee-" He paused and looked at the Wolf and Martha.

"Expelliarmus!" Martha offered up spontaneously.

"EXPELLIARMUS!" Shakespeare cried, and was followed by the actors and lots of other people.

The Wolf smiled as the Carrionites were pulled into the ether, and then she smiled wider when a certain script followed.

"Love's Labour's Won. The Lost play, there it goes." She cried out happily.

The Wolf smiled as she stood up from where she had perched herself on the edge of the stage. "Anyway, Time to go. Take Martha back to Agyen islands."

She smiled at Shakespeare, and winked at Martha.

"You mean travel on through Time and Space." Shakespeare inserted.

"What?" The Wolf asked, shocked for a moment.

"You're from another world and Martha here is from the future. It's not hard to work out." Shakespeare told her.

"That's… incredible. Brilliant. You're completely brilliant." The Wolf mumbled.

Shakespeare dipped his head to the side, "That, and I've met the Doctor you spoke of, and he had a TARDIS too." He gave her a look, as if to say something different from what his words were.

Martha looked between the two, and noticed the Wolf wanted to stay and chat. "I'll just go get the TARDIS ready then, yeah?"

The Wolf nodded and passed her a key.

As Martha left, one of the actors arrived. "Will, you'll never believe it, she's here! She's turned up! She heard about last night, she wants us to perform it again!"

"Who?" Shakespeare asked, confused.

"Her Majesty!"

"Queen Elizabeth the First." The Wolf greeted, smiling at her.

"Wolf." The Queen uttered, but not in a complimentary way.

In fact, the Wolf thought for a second she was going to do something bad to her... "What?"

"My Sworn Enemy."

That got her attention, and she exclaimed a bit louder, "What?"

"Off with her head!"

The Wolf dashed off, and cried out, "What? Never mind that, cya later!" She waved to Will as she darted through the rear entrance.

Martha looked at her as she approached the TARDIS, and began to speak, but was interrupted,"And the-"

"Nevermind that, in the TARDIS!" The Wolf pulled her in, and looked out the open doors at the soldiers who chased them.

"What did you do to upset the Queen?!" Martha asked, getting the gist quickly - too quickly, The Wolf later mused.

"I dunno, not met her yet, something to look forward to." The Wolf smiled as she shut the door, and ignored the arrows that struck the closed door.