Clara opened her eyes and immediately regretted her decision. The dust and smoke were too much and she began coughing trying to clear her chest. She didn't remember what had happened but realised that it had not been good. She tried to call out but she couldn't. As she took a breath a pain raced down her side and she knew things were getting worse for her. She had to get out but she also had to find The Doctor. Yes! He had been here with her and then there had been an explosion.

"Doctor...Doc...Tor" she wheezed forcing the word from her mouth. The room was spinning once more and she felt the darkness fill her mind. She stumbled to the remains of the door, knowing she had to leave him, for now, to get to clean air.

Once outside, Clara could see the full extent of the damage the blast had caused. Walls had crumbled and the roof had collapsed. She was lucky to be standing, let alone alive. The air was refreshing but she needed medical attention, and soon. She raised her head and saw a figure running towards her. She managed to tell it was some sort of paramedic. He was talking to her but she couldn't hear him. There was a ringing in her ears and so all she could managed was a weak

"Help him...please find him..." Clara didn't care much about herself but without the Doctor the whole world was in trouble.

"It's alright Ms Oswald we'll get you to safety. You are gonna be just fine..." she heard the paramedic say, trying to reassure her. She shook her head in protest.

"Where's the Doctor? Why is no-one looking for him...they need to get in there. He'll need more attention than me..please help him..." Clara managed to shout through the pain that was coursing through her body.

"All you need to do is focus on you right now Ms Oswald..." his eyes flashed towards the explosion sight and she could tell from his expression something wasn't right. He dragged Clara around to an area unaffected by rubble and debris. An emergency medical station seemed to have been set up in record time, but then again U.N.I.T. always appeared to br one step ahead. Kate Lethbridge-Stewart came running in and Clara saw relief spread across her face.

"Oh Thank goodness you got out Clara...we really couldn't lose you...especially now!" Clara wondered what she meant by especially now, but didn't havethe strength to question the woman in front of her. She felt her body relax suddenly and looked around in alarm. The paramedic had injected her with a sedative of some description. Fighting against it was useless and she felt her eyes become heavy and they closed of their own accord. Although she was sleeping, she could still hear the voices of Kate and the paramedic, talking in a rushed and panicked manner. That wasn't good at all.

"No sign at all...maybe he got away..."

"The cameras would have picked him up...even during the blast. They were both inside when it was activated. He should have known what would happen...why did he let her in there? It doesn't make sense" came Kate's voice and Clara knew they could only be talking about the Time Lord. There was nothing she could do and she felt helpless. All she could do was wait for the sedative to wear off and then she would to get to work. She needed to find out what had happened before the world was destroyed by the unknown assailants.

After an hour Clara felt like she had been hit by a bus. The paramedic had turned out to be a doctor and he had bandaged her up and taken care of any major injury worries. She sat up in the bed and immediately asked about the Doctor.

"So where is he then? The Doctor...I'm surprised he hasn't popped in to give out to me for getting injured.." she said trying to sound like she hadn't overheard the converstation. She knew, however, that the Doctor wouldn't be coming to visit her any time soon, if at all.

"Ms Oswald, I'm afraid I have some bad news about your friend. The team have been searching since the explosion and still haven't found him. He appears to have been closer to the blast than you were. I think you should prepare yourself for the worst. I know you don't want to hear it but he may well have been killed in there." He was right about one thing. She didn't want to hear it. He couldn't be dead...not the Doctor. Even if he had been he should have regenerated and by walking around barking orders to catch the aliens.

She pulled herself of the bed and headed back to the bomb sight, very much against her doctor's orders. (Surely he should know that she was a control freak and would only do what she wanted to do.) Everything looked even worse now that he head was clear. She had no idea how many casualties their had been but there were several tents similar to hers around the sight. She marched up to Kate intending to demand several things from her but as she reached her, she saw the tears in her eyes. The events had taken their toll on her aswell. She knew herself and the Doctor had been friends as well as her father.

"Ah Clara...I...ah...well...should you be out of bed? We have everything under control here. We WILL find him, I promise" This last sentence was directed more to herself than Clara but she understood how she felt. Tears began falling down Clara's cheeks and her eyes began to sting.

Suddenly there was a shout from the rubble of the building, and a soldier waved his hands.

"Over here, come quicky...bring a stretcher!" he shouted and several others ran to help. Clara and Kate looked at each other and then began to run. They reached the centre of the building where the soldier stood. They pulled out a figure from underneath the concrete and placed him on the stretcher. They made their way clear of the cordon and lay it on the ground. Clara pushed past several on-lookers. His eyes were closed and his chest failed to rise. He was completely still. The Doctor wasn't breathing and Clara's world crashed around her...her best friend was dead...