I am in denial about what happened so this is my way of coping. Also I'm sorry but I didn't have much time to proof read, but I wanted to get something up so I could get a sense of if there was any interest and I should share more. I hope you enjoy it.

Chapter 1

It was hot and burning, like something was tearing inside of her but she couldn't think of what the pain was too immense. Then she realized, the shade was owed a soul and it was taking her's. This is what it felt like to have your soul ripped from it's body and then everything went dark.

It wasn't go much a lack of sensation than a lack of consciousness. She could still feel but she couldn't think. She couldn't hear see or feel anything. She wasn't quite sure who she was anymore.

If she was still connected to her neurons she would be wondering things. Wondering if this is what the astronauts felt like. The proper ones with immense scientific and physical training, whose trips were backed by tax dollars. Not the kind of astronaut that she was, where somehow calling for IT help had led to her traveling the universe, through space, in a phone box. But she wasn't thinking she was just floating.

As the black wisp of smoke that carried what was left of her out of this universe and into the next.

In the absence of senses and thoughts there is no sense of what was and what is. Or of placement. There is nothing. Until there is.

It felt strange to feel again. She couldn't think of what it was but there was a warmness around and a soft electrical buzz. Like one static shock dispersed over the whole body. Constantly ebbing and flowing.

The first color she recognized was a muted green all around and then a voice.

"Hello Clara"

She tried to respond but it seemed she didn't quite know how to.

"You'll have to be patient with that. Learning to interact with your new shell. Do you have any memories? Sometimes those are carried along with the soul but most of the time not, most of the time it is just an empty slate."

Clara heard a sound escape, it sounded like it came from her but it held a strange tonal quality.

"Give it time. We are all here to help you."

Clara didn't know what the voice was talking about, or even where it was coming from.

"You can call me Shade" she felt something then. Interrupting the electrical flow that she had felt before like it was flowing around a rock.

She looked down and saw a gloved hand, her gaze followed it up. Up the arm to a chest and up again to the face. It was stark, hollowed out voids were there should be an eyes a nose and a mouth. And white everywhere else. She wouldn't be able to tell his form if not for the tight fitting jacket and hood that fell deep into his face.

She looked around now, everything seemed to be a strange green color. There was no horizon in sight just more figures wandering about.

She looked down at herself, her thoughts were seeming to come easier now. She didn't look like herself. Her skin if you could call in that was almost a neon yellow. Her clothes didn't seem right and there was a strange resistance whenever she tried to move.

"What do you mean my shell?" Clara asked, the tone of her voice going up and down sporadically.

"See your skills will come back, you just need to get used to it, and your shell well it is the new home for your soul I guess you could say. I made it myself. Do you like it?"