I don't know where I am, or when I am for that matter. I'm guessing New York because the statue of liberty is staring down at me, although it could be Vegas. All I know is my name is Clara Oswald, and my mission is to save the Doctor. The problem is, he is not here and doesn't seem to have been for a while…

I walk to a newspaper stand; it says the date is the 1st March 1987. Why am I here is the only question I can ask, after all the doctor isn't here… And I can tell, nor will he be.

I walk into a graveyard I didn't know was there and came across a headstone with a worryingly familiar name, Rory Arthur Williams. I am pretty certain this is not the Doctor's friend, yet I feel uneasy about this. I sit by the grave, waiting for help. Hours later and yet no one arrives. It is almost dark before I get back up and start walking to find somewhere.

I come across a retirement home, about three blocks from the graveyard. People there are sad, I don't like people to be sad so I ask if I may stay. The ladies who worked there say only if I get a job here. It is easier said than done. I have to fill out forms about who I am and why I want to be here, and that creates the problem. I don't know who I am, at least not yet. Half the stuff I write on the form is fake, but I can't fake not having a place to stay. They understand my issue and allow me to take an empty room for as long as I need.

In the morning I awake to the staff knocking on my door. They come in and debrief me, and then set me my assignment… Amelia Jessica Williams. I assume it is the Doctor's friend, yet I do not understand how she and her husband had ended up in New York in the 30's. I take my purse and follow the nurses to her room.

She doesn't recognise my voice and I'm not surprised. It has been over forty years since she heard it, well… A version of it. The real me is still falling, still waiting for the man in the snogbox to save her. I know; I can feel her. I smile as she waves away the staff and looks me dead in the eye and says: "The no good New Yorkers, always preferred British hospitality myself."

I ask her why she is in New York, and she chuckles but her eyes fill with sorry.

"Honey, if I told you, you'd think I'm the old bat who got locked up in a retirement home because she gone crazy."

I assure her I'm not silly, I know about the weird things out there. It is strange how even though her voice rings 'New York' after all these years, you can still hear the Scottish girl Amelia Pond trying to escape in her words.

She still doesn't believe I'd understand, but one word changes her mind. Doctor. She tells me her story then, and I know my purpose. Little Amelia Pond, the girl who waited… Waiting for the day she can reunite with her husband now. I tell her my story, and she remembers the dalek asylum. She squeezes my hand and says: "Hon, you truly are the impossible soufflé girl. And I can't think of anyway better to go than with you at my side."

So yes, I'm here to save the Doctor. But not this time. This time was to do one thing the Doctor was never any good at doing, saying goodbye to an old friend.