The console room lurched violent, almost tipping ninety degrees to the side, as the Doctor desperately hung on. Her coat's hood flew over her blond hair, covering her eyes, just to make things even more unnecessarily confusing. Suddenly the ship seemed to right itself, the Doctor landing on the floor with a thud.

"Now then," she said, dusting off her blue jeans and maroon shirt. "What was that all about?"

"Doctor?" said a familiar voice. She looked up to see

"Clara?" said the Doctor in shock. "What are you doing here?"

"Have you regenerated?" asked Clara.

"Well, yes," admitted the Doctor. "But what are you doing here? How did you get here?"

"Well one moment I was in the TARDIS," said Clara. "And then I, well, was in the TARDIS... Are you really the Doctor?"

"I... Wait, what's the last thing we did together?"

"Well we just helped a group of vikings fight some aliens-" began Clara.

"Right, good, I remember now," said the Doctor. "And I helped saved Ashildr. You were with my previous incarnation, old eyebrows."

"Doctor, what is going on?" asked Clara, as the TARDIS suddenly rocked again.

"I'll tell you once I've figured it out myself," said the Doctor. "But by the looks of these readings we've landed."

"Where?"

"Somewhere in London... The East End, by the looks of it. Come on!"

Without a pause the Doctor rushed out of the TARDIS, Clara closely following suit.

"Right, lets see..." The Doctor grabbed a newspaper, ignoring the street vendor's protests. "Earth, 23rd November, 1993. Now what are we doing here?"

"Doctor," said Clara, still thoroughly confused. The Doctor looked at her and broke out into a massive grin. Without warning the Doctor swept Clara into a massive bear hug.

"Are you sure you're the Doctor," said Clara suspiciously, as the Doctor eventually let go.

"It's a long story," said the Doctor. "Wait, if you're here, what happened to my friends? They must be... oh."

"Oh?"

"Oh I'm getting something... it's in the back of my mind, some memories, fizzing away... Something's not right. Someone is trying to mess with my personal timeline!"

Suddenly the Doctor froze, as if like a statue, before letting out a shriek of pain and collapsing to the ground. Bystanders gathered around them as Clara knelt to the Doctor's side.

"Doctor, are you okay?" asked Clara, reaching forward to touch her friend... only to find her hand going straight through her. The Doctor looked faded, as if some sort of ghost.

"Have to contact the others," she hissed through the pain, trying to get up, before her arm gave away beneath her. "Have to get help."

"Right, yes, others," said Clara. "Others as in?"

"My other selves... Emergency temporal beacon. I need to summon them here."

"Anything I can do to help?" asked Clara. The Doctor nodded, her face firm with focus. She reached for Clara's hand, who took it and held to it tightly.

"You've been in my personal time-stream," said the Doctor. "There should be copies of you all throughout my life. I just need to pass a message along to them, to that they can contact me."

"Whatever you say Doctor," said Clara, deeply concerned, unsure if she was even helping. Maybe the best place to take her would be the TARDIS? Certainly couldn't hurt. Slowly she flung her friend over her shoulder, pulling her back to the safety of their home.

It was only when they were inside that Clara looked over the console. It was certainly different, what with it being all crystal and dark. She glanced at her friend. She was different as well, slightly better looking... maybe there was a chance to rekindle something, perhaps?

The Doctor lay on the floor, going in and out of corporal form. Clearly the pain was getting to her, as she tried to compartmentalize it, focus on the task at hand, focus on sending the message.

Clara was about to reach out, to try and comfort the Doctor some more, when the console room violently lurched.

The being watched the monitor, laughing to herself. Honestly, it was all to easy to outwit a halfwit like the Doctor. She had done exactly what was planned, and had signed her own death warrant. Soon the next stage of her plan would be ready for action. As she smiled she saw the floating head of the Doctor appear in front of her, signalling that she'd captured one. Only thirteen more to go.