"Clara!" Roared The Doctor. "Hold on!"
"I am!"
"What's up old girl? What has you in such a state?" The Tardis thrashed about as the screen read: warning, emergency landing! The time machine toppled over and filled with smoke. "Extractor fans!" called out The Doctor.
"That felt like we will caught by something in the time vortex," said Clara.
"Hmm, I suppose that is a possibility." The Doctor opened the door, stuck his head out and quickly tasted the atmosphere. He shut the door. "This is not safe, not one bit." Clara scoffed.
"When isn't it?"
"Put this on." The Doctor gave Clara her orange space suit.
"What? Why? We're not in space. The Tardis says were in… 1349, England." Clara's throat became lumpy as she started to breath heavily.
"Exactly. Now put it on!"
"Right."

They climbed out of the Tardis. A bird-headed figure appeared behind Clara. She turned around. "Ahh! What the bloody hell is going on? Is it Halloween or something?"
"No miss, it's the Black Death."
"The Black Death, now why would you bring me here girl," The Doctor puzzled. They suddenly heard a sharp scream as the figure ran for the hills. "It's back, preserve thou offspring's souls!" Clara and The Doctor gave each other look as if to say it was time to get back to work. The Doctor took her hand and ran towards the scream. They found the source of the scream to be a young girl. Her stomach had been punctured. Through the hole, The Doctor and Clara could see particles of clear dust. "I have never seen anything like this," said The Doctor. He scanned the body with his sonic sunglasses. "This is definitely not the work of the Black Death. This is more… devilish, halloweeny… deathly."