A/N: I thought I'd try my hand at writing a mystery, so here it is. Also, an interesting fact: This fic predates Pranks for the Memories, and is quite possibly the first multi-chapter story I came up with for Doctor Who.

Chapter 1 A Nightmare and an Invitation

Rain beat against the window of the medium-sized flat, the occupant of the flat, Peter Plum, tossing and turning in his bed. Lightning blazed in the sky, the room lighting up as if it were day.

Sweat started to appear on his forehead as he visibly grimaced, his nightmare getting worse. He knew everyone in his dream, but he couldn't remember who they were, yet they seemed to know who he was.

He had to save the world from certain doom. There was a whole fleet of alien ships heading towards the space station. How they got there was a mystery, but he had to help nonetheless, even though he didn't have a clue as to what a human professor could do to help.

He ran over to a computer terminal and started typing when he saw his reflection in the screen. He stumbled backwards, horrified that the reflection looking back at him wasn't his.

The brown-haired guy that was traveling with him had gone to fight the aliens, and he had sent the blond woman home. A shooting pain started in his head, making him jerk awake. Everything was coming back to him, and that nagging feeling that he knew the people in his nightmare but didn't was gone.

The Doctor ran a hand through his already messy hair, disoriented, and got up. He remembered everything now, including who he really was. The only thing he didn't remember was why he was here.

He looked around the flat, hoping the TARDIS would be nearby. He sighed in frustration at the fact that the TARDIS was nowhere to be found and that he had no idea what was going on.

He went into analysis mode, looking over everything in the room. He noticed that there was a small pile of letters on the little corner table over on the other side of the room, and went to investigate.

He flipped through the pieces of mail, coming to the only letter that wasn't open. He carefully opened the letter, thinking it would come in handy later. there was an invitation and a letter enclosed, the Doctor reading the letter quickly. He was more interested in the invitation though, and nearly collapsed when he read it.

He sat down in a conveniently placed chair and uttered a panicked,"What!"

The invitation instructed the Doctor to be at Boddy Manor for a dinner party. He checked the date. It was tomorrow if he figured correctly.

"Let's see; I need to figure out Where the TARDIS is." The Doctor said to himself. He looked at the letter again, then looked at the envelope.

"I also need to figure out why this letter makes it sound like I'm trapped in Clue." he added, pondering the implications of being trapped in a movie.