"Name?"
"Clara Oswald."
"Occupation?"
"A school teacher. Sorry why am I here again?"
"Age?"
"Hello?" Clara stares at the man in a crisp white uniform.
Office blocks line a seemingly endless corridor, with the only colour being the crimson in her interviewer's cheeks.
"What do you last remember?" He flips a page on his clipboard.
She glides her hands over her head until she reaches the tips of her short hair. "Well... let's see. There was running. And bullets, very loud bullets. Of course the Doctor was by my side. And then there was a corridor. A dead end actually." She laughs to herself. "The Doctor and I always find a way out of those situations. How did we get out of that one?"
The interviewer straightens his glasses. "Ah. You see this is where I come in. You didn't actually... How should I put this? You died Clara."
Her arms go limp in her lap. "No."
"Yes, I'm afraid so."
"No. The Doctor always finds a way out. A way to save me." He voice is small.
"Look on the bright side: you've made it to the afterlife!" A small tear escapes from Clara's tightly squinted eyes. "Oh don't cry." He tilts his head sympathetically.
For the first time, Clara allows herself to take in her surroundings. In this white-wonderland, there really was no walls, just row on row of office cubical.
Clara let out tension in-between her shoulder blades; she never knew she'd been holding. "Oh."
She regains her teacher's composure, "I have to tell the Doc-"
The entire corridor is deadly silent.
Slowly footsteps are audible in the distance. The interviewer gives Clara a knowing smile. "Someone has been wanting to see you."
She turns around to the owner of these footprints. An unassuming Maths teacher stands in the shadows. Warmth spreads to the tips of her body.
Faster than her office chair could allow, she takes off. Gone is the time for thinking with her head, trying to impress the Doctor, being the responsible one.
Her heart drums in her feeble ribcage. Clara wraps her arms around Danni's body and all at once hhis soldier stance melts away. He embraces her. Feels her warmth on his. Their fingers intertwine, fitting together like magnificent cracks on china. They say nothing.
And this is where we leave them, together in the endless hallway.