1.

Across the TARDIS console, upon the psychic circuitry, Clara's phone illuminated and in turn vibrated three times. The Doctor tried to ignore the slow shuffle of the device and focus on a map filled monitor but he could not. His eyes darted and as soon as he could read the name Danny across the screen his face turned. It was true he could ignore the message but it was also true he didn't really care what the soldier had deemed so important to say to a woman currently hurtling through the fourth dimension on her way to endless wonder. Probably out of milk– he thought. The Doctor reached into his pocket, pulled out the sonic, pointed it at the phone and proceeded to delete the message. Milk was not important at the moment. He was.

"You said cold yeah?" Clara called from behind the console room door which unbeknownst to The Doctor was slightly ajar.

"Depends on the season." The Doctor smiled to himself.

"If your tone were anything to go by, it would appear we are heading for something quite frosty." Clara opened the door and revealed her choice of a pure white fur skin coat with matching hat and boots. She glided down the stairs and twirled.

"No need for the show, I've seen it all before."

"Okay, I've no need for Mr Grumpy so tell me what's up." Clara went to the console and grabbed her phone.

"Why are you always on that thing? It's all I can do but show you that The Moon is an egg to keep you off it."

"Someone's jealous." Clara locked the phone and put it back down on the console. "Maybe if you were nicer someone would text you once in a while."

"I have enough trouble with The TARDIS receiving calls nowadays before I ask her to let a text message through." The Doctor flipped a rather large switch. "We're here." The monitor flashed from a map to a live feed of The TARDIS' exterior. A pure white image filled the screen. "Siberia – 2095." The Doctor ran to open The TARDIS door but was stopped by Clara;

"And you're not going to put a coat on?"

"No." The Doctor tapped his chest. "Nanothermic Vest and Long Johns." Clara ignored The Doctor's wide smile and put her phone in her coat pocket as he opened the door casting The Doctor into silhouette.

"And your face?"

"Eyebrows." He shouted out into the white abyss.

The light flooded Clara's vision as she lost focus on The Doctor's frame as he stepped outside. He hadn't even considered gloves with actual fingers.

"Come on – you're not checking that phone again are you?" The Doctor cried out towards the open TARDIS door. "If you'd prefer to go somewhere warm I'd understand." The Doctor kicked the snow around his feet and surveyed his surroundings. "Barbados perhaps, maybe Japan – the planet mind you, not the country maybe…" Clara emerged from The TARDIS. "Maybe over there." The Doctor stopped his kicking and allowed his eyes to focus, Clara ambled to his side and the pair, as if they were obelisks in the snow, stared ahead at the great metallic tower erupting and emerging at great speed from the ground before their very eyes.

"Not what I expected but it'll do." Clara took a few steps towards the structure which now stood only fifty foot from them. "And do they have central heating?" The Doctor pushed past Clara and ran towards the column, Clara tried to keep pace with the old man but he was speedy for his 2000 years. "It's like Christmas morning every-day with you."

The Doctor stopped a foot from the metallic frame of the tower which now stood at at least one hundred foot and held out his hand. He carefully pressed a finger against the wall and sighed. With his other hand he beckoned a now waltzing Clara towards him.

"This wall is tepid." The Doctor took out his pocket watch.

"Okay – do you want me to ring the boiler man?" Clara smirked. She too reached out as she approached the structure and felt the mild warmth of what looked like to her to be iron. The Doctor took a sharp intake of breath and exhaled slowly whilst. "It must be heated; otherwise it would have been pretty stupid for the both of us to stick our hands to it."

"Yes…" Said The Doctor "And it's getting warmer." The Doctor threw his watch back into his pocket and put his ear to the structure. "Heavy repetitive noises."

"Machinery?"

"No." The Doctor moved his face away from the warming iron. "Footsteps."

The Doctor grabbed Clara and pulled her back from the nine foot recess which carved itself across the metal with a fine blue light. It quickly became apparent the recess was a door as it slid with an elegant hiss to reveal what Clara could only describe as a beautiful giant.

Stood before The Doctor and Clara was a creature at least eight foot in height. It's frame was delicate and trim, it's skeletal legs ever so slightly bowed at the suggestion of a knee and a smooth curve of hip which joined equally slight torso. It's arms hung long and slender and it's curved head rode high upon a thin neck. The aura of blue light behind the being shimmered off of it's pearlescent skin and reflected in it's dark green eyes.

The Doctor turned to Clara, who had a firm grip on his arm, with a smile.

"It's okay I've got this." He grinned to his companion. The Doctor stepped forward and held out his hand. "Hello, I'm The Doctor." The being reached out it's own elongated fingers and paused.

"You are not like me." Said the tall stranger with a deep gravel like tone. "I was expecting someone taller." The being looked The Doctor up and down and looked across to Clara. "I am Resiem of Andhera. You are human." Resiem shook The Doctor's hand.

"Well at first glance I am but trust me I'm far more interesting than her." The Doctor beckoned Clara forward. "Can we come in?"

"I see no harm." Resiem turned it's back to the time travellers and stepped back into the tower.

"Doctor, I assume you've met an Andhere…"

"Andheran."

"Andheran, before."

"Yes. Nothing to worry about they're mostly harmless." The Doctor stepped out towards the blue doorway. "Like humans just less judgmental."

"And why is it here – in the middle of nowhere, out in the snow?"

"Maybe she is on holiday. Maybe she is a sculptor searching for a new medium. Maybe she got lost looking for an interstellar Post Office. Or maybe Clara, I've heard about as much about what she is doing here as you have." The Doctor turned his smile to a grimace as he took out the sonic screwdriver as he stepped through the door and started to examine the structure in more detail. Clara hesitantly stepped towards the door and laid her hand upon what she would usually call the frame. The Doctor's footsteps grew silent as Clara took a precocious step into the belly of the beast.

"This ship was not built for long haul journeys." Shouted The Doctor down the corridor towards Clara, who had only just regained total vision and focus after the crisp white expanse outside the craft. "It looks like a leisure cruiser built for hopping to and from a moon or satellite." The Doctor turned, pointed his sonic and shouted towards the direction Resiem had wandered. "What are you doing this far from home?"

There was no response.

"Come on Clara stop dawdling and let's go see the main event." The Doctor ran down the corridor and left Clara stood in bemusement at the door.