For a second, Bill forgot that his wife and kids were in danger. For a second, all that mattered was that his twin sister - his original 'other half' - was hurt and unconscious.
He hardly noticed as Girlie ran out of the TARDIS and to the Mystery Shack. He knew perfectly well that Prez was surrounded by perfectly capable people . . . who would be dead if anything happened to her.
"Billie?" He repeated, a little quieter. This was reminding him of what had pushed her to trust Rassilon so quickly in the first place.
The yellow-haired young woman's silver eyes fluttered open, and she looked at her twin sleepily. "Oh... hi, Bill." She greeted weakly, then suddenly sat up straight. "She'sintroubleandIdon'tknowwhat'shappeningwiththekidswehavetostopRassilon -"
Bill put a hand over his sister's mouth and waited for her to calm down. As soon as she seemed to be back to the calm and sophisticated Willow Cipher he knew, he released her.
"Please tell me what's going on, but at a pace I can understand."
Billie took a deep breath and started talking again. "Okay, so Prez was supposed to die on the Fourth of July of this year, and Rassilon wants her to, so he took the kids so that Prez would take her mental walls down. Well, her walls are down, and he can get to her. He's going to give her visions of Theodore Beauforte until then, and as soon as the Fourth comes around, she's going to die a slow and agonizing death."
Bill tried to hide the fear that was working its way into him. When Rassilon wanted something, he got it. He'd only ever failed twice, both because of the Appleshine sisters, and it seemed he wanted Prez dead with no interruptions.
"How can we stop him? Can't she just put her walls back up?"
"You know Rassilon. Once he gets in, he's damn near impossible to get out."
Bill sighed, his head in his hands.
"What are we going to do?"
October wandered into the prison ward. She never came this way, but it was the only place she hadn't checked for her friend. She was starting to get worried, since Billie rarely if ever left the Timescape.
"Billie?" She called out, glancing into some of the glass cells.
Okay, that wasn't Billie, but it was a voice she knew. October rushed over to the cell the voice came from.
Sure enough, a yellow-haired boy had spoken. Ben Cipher, still in his slightly crumpled black suit from his aunt's wedding, glared at her from behind the glass. The second boy - Brock - stood by his slightly older brother, with the two younger ones - Bill Jr and Beau - hiding behind them.
"Where's your sister?"
"Who are you?" Brock demanded.
"A friend of your dad's. Now tell me, where's your sister?"
The youngest of the clan, a little girl with white ringlets tumbling to her shoulders and big blue eyes, toddled out from behind her brothers and stared at the ghost.
"Hello, Tamora." October smiled.
To say October was surprised when the girl responded in her head instead of out loud would be an understatement. "You mean... you can talk mentally? Why not use your voice?"
'Don't have a reason to.'
Okay, she got that logic. The child's thoughts had a slight Southern lilt to them.
"Mom and Dad don't know she can do that. She doesn't wanna talk to them." Brock announced as October straightened up.
All four of the boys shrugged at the same time.
"We can handle it. We dunno about Tammy though. Is there anywhere safer she can go?" Bill Jr stared at October.
She thought about it a moment. "Yeah, I think there is. But you guys can't panic when she disappears, okay? She's going to be safe."
"Okay, we trust you."
October closed her eyes and concentrated.
Tammy looked around. Suddenly there was more colors. Colors! Beautiful colors! Light blues and light greens and some pastel pink! It was pretty.
But why was she there? The pretty girl said that she was going to be separated from her big brothers. That bothered her a little, but - oh! There were toys!
Tammy stood on her shaky toddler legs and approached a pile of building blocks. She stumbled and tripped, only to be caught by bigger hands.
"Well, hello there, Tammy."
She blinked a couple of times and looked up. He had big white hair and freckles and blue eyes - he kinda looked like that weird baby that always stared back whenever she looked in the mirror.
Hi! She grinned a toothy grin at the man, deciding she could trust this weird stranger. My name's Tamora and I'm one year old!
"I know." He chuckled a little. "My name's Gideon, and you're gonna be stayin' with me until your parents come an' get you."