"DOCTOOOOOR!" yelled Clara Oswin Oswald, otherwise known as Souffle Girl. The Doctor opens his eyes and evaluates the situation. Man. What man? Strange, a very strange man. Floor. Floor? I'm on the floor, thought the Doctor. How in the world did I get on the floor? Oh, yeah. The man, concluded the Doctor.

"DOCTOR!" Clara yelled again. The Doctor jumped to his feet, and ran out the open TARDIS door. As he runs out the door, he looks back. Why was the door open? He turns forward again, and continues running.

The Doctor turned the corner to see Clara being carried away on a man's shoulders, the man's shoulders.

"Let her go," stammered the Doctor. He was frazzled. He was never frazzled.

"Says who?" said the man, who had a surprisingly low voice.

"Says me. Now, Let. Her. Go," argued the Doctor, as he fumbled for his sonic screwdriver in his tweed-jacket pocket. He grabbed it and held it out in a threatening way. The man turned, with a shadow conveniently covering his face.

"Why? The man with the shadow face and the questions finally breaks and the Doctor wasn't ready for it. It's either that, or you are less intelligent than the world thinks you are," said the man. The Doctor's expression began to change from flustered to confident in a matter of seconds.

"Because I'm me. I'm the Doctor, the Oncoming Storm, the Valiant, the Brave, the Wise. Because I'm the Doctor and I'm 1000 years old. Because I'm the Doctor and I have saved millions and millions of people. Because I am the Doctor and I have killed entire races. Because I'm the Doctor, and you just kidnapped the woman I love," yelled the Doctor confidently. Clara's eyes turned soft as she gazed at the Doctor longingly, but strongly.

"Now. Give. Her. BACK TO ME! You may be making the biggest mistake of your life right now, and if you don't stop, I won't even GIVE you the choice. She's too precious, and I can't lose her again," the Doctor verbalized.

"Again?" questioned Clara with a puzzled look on her face.

Just then, something exploded nearby, and the Doctor, disoriented as he is, falls to the ground and watches the man run away with Clara still on his shoulder.

"Clara! No!" yelled the Doctor as he struggled to get up and finally fainted. As he fainted he could hear Clara yelling his name in distress.