Clara was sitting along a guardrail in the TARDIS, swinging her legs back and forth, sending her scarlet and black shoes flying toward the main controls where she would retrieve them, then repeat. She was waiting for the Doctor to return from his latest adventure on a planet whose only purpose was to create carbon dioxide. He had told Clara very strictly to not leave the TARDIS for any reason at any time, because of the lack of oxygen. The old man put his space suit on and walked briskly out into danger and fun. Clara, on the other hand, was bored out of her mind. It had been an entire two hours since the Doctor had left, and still no sign of him. She was beginning to experience boredom. A first for any of the Doctor's companions. She had straightened her short red dress which connected to a very fashionable brown coat with lacing along the sleeves, and even perfected her hair bun to the point of it being the most circular bun in history. She imagined that when the Doctor returned, she would look nice and pretty, which would make the Doctor feel guilty for making her wait so long. That She ditched this idea and went back to running around. She had been jumping around and inspecting every last inch of the TARDIS' interior, from the walkways near the ceiling, to the power generator underneath the controls. She had even flicked a few important looking buttons, hoping that something would happen! Alas, the only sounds to be heard were the "beeps" and "which" which bounced off of the circular walls. Clara was going out of her mind with impatience. She began pacing back and forth, kicking at the poles along the top platform of the time machine.
"I swear," Clara mumbled "when he comes back, i'm gonna have him take me back in time so I can make back the hours of my life that I've lost!"
She stopped pacing next to the bench next to the controls and slouched over. She pulled her cellphone out and began texting Danny about how bored she was. Danny didn't respond, which made Clara even more frustrated than before. She threw her phone across the TARDIS, laid her head back on the bench, and closed her eyes.
"A bit of rest will do me good. When the Doctor comes back, he'll wish he'd died in the Time War!"
After a few minutes of sleep, Clara woke up with a start. Her stomach grumbled and began to hurt. She hunched forward and grabbed her stomach.
"Ugh! How can I be hungry?! I just ate those… Whatever the Doctor said they were. Space squids, I think?"
Clara punched her gut, and slumped back onto the bench, quietly sighing.