I don't know where I am. And I'm not sure I ever really will know. I'm lost, spiraling into the darkness. Nothing behind me, and nothing ahead. Just black. I'm not sure if I'm alive. And I'm not sure if I'm real. But I know one thing. My name is Clara Oswin Oswald. And I was born to save the Doctor.

I find him every time. Sometimes he looks different. A new face, new clothes. But I know that it's him. So far I've counted 11. 11 versions of the Doctor. Sometimes in a leather jacket. Sometimes in a strange, colorful scarf. Or carrying an umbrella. Sometimes he's a tall thin man in a brown trench coat, with hair that looks like he's stuck his finger in a socket. And sometimes, just sometimes, I see my Doctor again. That bow tie. A tweed jacket. Occasionally, a silly red hat. And once in a blue moon, a cowboy's Stetson.

I see him run. From the beginning of his adventures to the end of time. His companions before me. A sassy redheaded woman, a handsome man in a long military coat. A pretty, young blonde girl, holding his hand and kissing his cheek. He loses them all. One by one.

I understand him now. His dark side, his cheerful veneer. When he started out all those ages ago, he was pretending to be an old wise man, when really he was just an immature child. And now he was pretending to be silly, happy, immature, when really he was just a tired old hero. He had seen so much. Lost so much. And he had and always will hurt inside.

I think I understand what I have to do. My mum once said, the souffle isn't in the souffle, the souffle is the recipe. I'm the recipe. I'm the source. The real me. He's always called me his impossible girl. And now, I'm making me possible.

Scattered throughout time and space as an echo. Saving him again, and again, and again. Dying every time. Saying my last words that the real me said to the Doctor. "Run you clever boy. And remember."

I can't stop. Because this is what I was born for. He's calling, and I can hear him. No matter how far away I am, I can always hear him. Every incarnation. The past, the present, the future. I'll find him. I'll give my life. Because he's wonderful. And he'll save the world.

I hope the real him will remember me.