The TARDIS wobbles around space, forcing the inhabitants inside to be sprawled around and pushed back and forth. Normally the Doctor isn't the only one in the time machine, but recent events have changed the normal. The lonely timelord has been pushing away his feelings—and friends—by traveling on his own, and forcing himself to just casually walk by no matter what was going on. The Doctor is still being thrown around the TARDIS, having no clue as to why the machine is being more volatile than usual.
"Woah there, girl," the Doctor exclaimed. "We don't want to leave a dent on your body, do we?" He receives a low, mechanical groan in response.
Although, there was a time when his plans to stop caring for the human race failed. It had to do with snowmen, a man trapped in his childhood insecurities, and an alive, dead ice governess. Of course he had to save the world then, it was so easy to do! Even though the timelord is filled with all sorts of timey-wimey intelligence, there was one thing—actually, person—that confused him the most.
Miss Clara Oswin Oswald. The governess/barmaid that seemed so familiar to the Doctor. When she died and the Doctor discovered her real name, he couldn't believe it. Oswin Oswald, the friendly Dalek that helped him out in that asylum, was also Clara? His brain told him just to ignore it and put it off, but his hearts seeked for answers. The only way he could ever get those answers, was to look for them himself. The Doctor finally gained control of the TARDIS.
"Alright, Sexy. Let's find out who Clara Oswald really is." He dashes around the console, pushing buttons and pulling levers, secretly glad that he didn't get rid of them. After a configuration of coordinates, the TARDIS heads out for a new destination: Present-day London.
The TARDIS lands in a resounding thump. With a creak of a door the Doctor steps out to observe his surroundings. Good thing too, because he's in a garden. Honestly, what is with him and gardens! He sees a young woman—probably in her twenties—talking into her cellphone.
"Honestly, I have no idea of how I can get rid of these weeds! They're unbe—" She turns around and drops her phone into a pot filled with soil. The Doctor finally gets a good look at her face, and can't believe his luck. He found her—again! But this time, she's wearing modern clothes. To be more thorough, she's wearing a green blouse with a jacket over it, as well as some jeans, which are covered by an apron.
"Who are you?! What are you doing in my garden?! Why did you bring this useless blue box?" Clara, or whatever her name is this time, exclaims. The Doctor is perplexed. How does she not remember him? Well, the governess version of Clara didn't really recognize him from the asylum, so it shouldn't be much of a surprise.
"Hello! I am the Doctor! So very sorry that I just landed in here like this. What's your name?"
"Clara."