Notes from Retroreflect!

Thanks for taking the time to read! This is my first ever fan fiction written, inspired purely by my adoration for Doctor Who! It's only a snippet and won't be developed any further, but I'd appreciate you letting me know what you thought! When reading, please picture the setting to be familiar to Trenzalore, and "the creatures" to resemble The Whisper Men. I hope you enjoy! I would really appreciate any feedback. Thank you!

"Who are they?", Clara quickly questioned, her eyes burning with fear and curiosity, darting back and forth between the mysterious figures and the man beside her.

The man's eyes were also full of fear. It was obvious to Clara that whoever this man was, he had encountered these strange figures before, or at least recognised them.

"Old friends of mine", he whispered in a fearful tone, his eyes scanning the figures.

One of the figures starting stepping forwards, with others following.

Clara instantaneously grabbed the man's hand in fear, only realising a few seconds later. She slowly averted her gaze towards the man to see his eyes were already fixed on her. He looked calm. His eyes showed fear yet were somehow warm and reassuring.

The man turned his whole body to face Clara and gripped her hand with both of his. They were extremely cold.

"Clara Oswald. I promise you, everything is going to be OK. I'll get you out of this, safe and sound, I swear to you. But you need to trust me. This isn't going to work unless you trust me".

His voice was rushed and monotonous, with a very serious tone to it.

Clara's fears slowly seemed to fade, making room for the realisation that another fear was coming to light; She had never met this man before. He had literally just appeared in her life only a few moments ago. Now, that very same life could end at any moment.

She knew she had no choice but to trust this stranger, as not doing so may just cost her everything.

Even though knowing this man was a complete stranger to her, he somehow seemed extremely trusting and kind, as if she had known him forever. She felt as if she had betrayed herself, trusting a stranger with her life. But no matter what was to happen, she somehow truly did trust him.

Clara glanced at the figures with the corner of her eyes. She saw the shadows moving closer and quickly looked back at man. He was smiling.

"How can this man possibly be smiling right now?", she thought to herself. She looked at the man for a few more moments. It was almost as if he knew the exact thoughts she was experiencing, as if he had done this countless times already.

The man's smile grew slightly as he gave a quick nod, almost appearing to confirm the fact that he had done this countless times.

Clara continued to stare at the man.

"OK. What do I do?", she stuttered, accepting his request to be trusted.