Clara awoke with a start, her head aching with the worst hangover she had ever experienced in her life. She tried to stand but found Me draped over her waist, currently using her left arm as a pillow.

She tried to reach over with her right hand to shake her friend awake but was unable to move that one either, she looked down and what she saw caused her to freeze at the impossibility of it. Her confusion only lasted a few moments before she screamed at the top of her lungs, causing the other two people lying on the floor of the TARDIS with her to jolt awake.

"Clara what's wro-?" Me trailed off as she saw who Clara was staring at.

A perfect double of Clara blearily wiped sleep from her eyes as she stared in confusion at the original Clara Oswald.

"Wait, who the hell are you?!" They both shouted simultaneously.

"You first!" Clara glared at what she assumed was one of her echoes, unless she had another set of clones she wasn't aware of.

"Oswin Oswald, but this doesn't make sense because I-"

"Died saving a man called the Doctor?"

Oswin's jaw dropped as Clara hit the nail on the head, Me for her part just looked back and forth in confusion.

"How did you know?"

Clara laughed shakily, in complete shock as to how this had happened. "It's a bit of a long story."

"Well I'm not really going anywhere, being dead and all."

"Actually," Me cut in, poking at Oswin's arm, "I don't think you are."

Clara's eyes widened even more which Oswin hadn't known was possible, "Is that what I look like when I'm surprised?"

Me laughed, "If you think that's bad you should see her crying."

Oswin shook her head, "I think I'll pass thank you, explanation now?"

Clara took a deep breath, "Ok so, this being called the Great Intelligence jumped into the Doctors time stream and started killing him across his entire timeline. He was dying in front of me and I had to do something so I jumped in after him. The time winds tore me into millions of pieces and created...echoes across space and time, and their purpose was to save the Doctor."

Oswin's breath caught in her throat as the genius struggled to process what she had just been told, "You mean I...I'm not...I was born to die?"

Clara looked away guiltily, "I'm so sorry, I've never met any of the echoes before but I remember all of them, their lives, their deaths. I didn't know what else to do, he was dying! And I never really consider what it would feel like if one of you found out the truth."

Oswin went silent again for a long time and the other two for their part stayed silent, allowing her time to process the concept that essentially her whole life had been a lie.

"Ok then," Oswin whispered, a lot calmer than Clara thought she would be, "Discounting the first twenty four years of my life, which were apparently already mapped out and out of my control. Why am I back now? Am I going to die again or am I allowed to make my own choices this time around?"

Clara looked at Me helplessly who took pity on her, "Complete disclosure, we have no idea. Last night we were pretty drunk and it's all a blur. Maybe we'll find out or maybe we'll never know. But I think that you should stay with us, obviously that's if Clara agrees." She turned to her friend and looked at her expectantly.

Clara nodded, "I do, agree that is. If this is a second chance then you should definitely come with us. I remember what you said to the Doctor. Rescue me chin boy, and show me the stars. You crashed on your first flight out, come with us and see the stars that I know you dreamed of all your life."

Hope started to colour Oswin's face as she listened to Clara, "But, won't that make you uncomfortable travelling with yourself?"

Clara smiled at her, "We're not exactly the same. For example, I might be clever but I'm not a genius like you. And I'm atrocious at flirting and I definitely remember you being super smooth when you ran into the TARDIS crew on the Dalek Asylum."

Oswin grinned, "Ok then, show me the stars!"