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Chapter 1

"Clara?! Clara, where are you?!"

"Doctor? I'm over here!"

"Clara? Thank goodness you're alright, you are alright aren't you?" The Doctor was talking very fast, a sign of him being under pressure.

Clara's brow furrowed, "Course I'm alright, why?"

He nervously rubbed his hands together, "Yes, good, well, we, ahh, we seem to have, don't know how it's possible, but somehow, we – "

"Doctor, spit it out!"

"Yes, right, of course. The TARDIS seems to have, well, its out of control, that is to say, I've lost control of it, or She doesn't want me to have control, or – "

Clara's face displayed astonishment mixed with worry, "You're joking. How can you loose control of the TARDIS?"

He turned away from her looking at the controls while fidgeting, "Uh, yes, don't know, just sort of happened, She gets in a mood sometimes."

"Yes, I've noticed that."

The Doctor fiddled with some buttons, he shot a look back at her, "She isn't normally like this you know, the whole tantrum thing She's had going lately, normally She's brilliant, flying through time and space all on her own! Best ship in the world!" He patted her fondly.

Clara eyed the TARDIS warily, "Yeah, sure, she just hates the company."

The Doctor's head shot up from where he was bending over, "No, not at all, she doesn't hate y– "

His protest was cut off as the TARDIS flashed red and angry noises started coming from the console.

"No, no, no, no, no," the Doctor muttered, "Not good, not good at all."

Clara, who was holding on tight to the rails, trying to hide her look of terror, almost shouted, "Doctor?! What's not good, what's going on?!"

The TARDIS was spinning now, and they were holding on to whatever they could reach, attempting, and failing, to stop themselves falling over.

"Doctor! Tell me what's going on right now!"

"Well, we, ahh, we seem to have reached the end of the universe."

"What? That's not possible! The universe doesn't end! It's forever expanding!"

"Yes, well it is but– " he was once again cut off by more angry beeping sounds as the TARDIS was flung around, he raised his voice so that Clara could hear, "BUT WE'VE REACHED AS FAR AS IT'S EXPANDED! DON'T KNOW WHY THE TARDIS WOULD WANT TO DO THAT SHES GOING TO – "

He broke off, looking, for a fleeting moment, scared.

"DOCTOR?!" Clara yelled, "IT'S GOING TO WHAT?! WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN?"

The TARDIS, to Clara, looked like it was exploding from the inside out.

To the Doctor, it looked a lot worse.

"No, come on old girl! Don't do this to us!"

"WHAT?! DON'T DO WHAT TO US?!"

"HURTLE US INTO THE VORTEX!"

"VORTEX?! WHAT VORTEX?!"

"WELL YOU SEE THERE'S THIS VORTEX THINGY THAT SORT OF EXISTS BETWE– "

Clara gave a loud shout as the TARDIS was almost flung upside down and she was whacked into the wall, falling unconscious, the sounds of the Doctor calling her name being the last thing she heard.