Prologue

A few days earlier...

After helping the gang in Storybrooke with the Black Diamond problem, the Doctor and the Professor took Clara back to London, so she can make a future for herself in Storybrooke. She enjoyed it there. The people were amazing, and she had a lovely boyfriend. When she got to the Maitland residence, she handed in her resignation and said she would only be there for another two more weeks. During these two weeks, both the Professor and Doctor hopped from day to day picking up Clara to take her on trips in space and time. Trips to places like Akhaten, Yorkshire and Hedgewick's Amusement Park.

While on Clara's last day at the Maitlands, she decided to make a very special soufflé for the occasion. She wasn't that good at making soufflés but she hoped that today it would be perfect.

Angie, who was sitting at the kitchen table with her brother, Archie, turned around. "Oh no. You're going to try and make a soufflé again, aren't you?" She complained.

"My mum's soufflé, yeah," Clara responded. "Although this time I will get it right. This time I will be Soufflé Girl."

"How can it be your mum's soufflé if you're making it?" Archie questioned.

"Because, Artie, its like my mum always said, "The soufflé isn't the soufflé. The soufflé is the recipe.""

"Was your mum deep on puddings?" Angie asked.

"She was a great woman," Clara said, as she noticed an old looking envelope on the counter. She picked it up, just as the Professor walked in to greet her.

He was gonna help Clara to pick up the rest of her items. "Hey," he said, kissing her cheek. "What do you have there?"

"Hey. And I don't know," she said.

"Oh, it arrived today," Angie said. "Its for Clara."

Clara nodded slowly, and went up to her room, as she opened the letter and began to read it, with the Professor following her and reading over her shoulder:

"My dearest Clara. The Doctor entrusted me with your contact details in the event of an emergency, and I fear one has now arisen. Assuming this letter will have reached you as planned, on April the tenth, 2013, please find and light the enclosed candle. It will release a soporific which will induce a trance state, enabling direct communication across the years."

The Professor looked at the candle and decided to go get a lighter from another room, with Clara still reading.

"However, as I realise you have no reason to trust this letter, I have taken the liberty of embedding the same soporific into the fabric of the paper you are now holding. Speak soon."

The Professor heard a soft thump, and came back to the room, seeing Clara on the floor, unconscious. Knowing what it meant, he sat beside her, and put her head in his lap.