Clara opened her eyes, a bit frightened. She'd just been thrown back into a spinny chair. She gave a small gasp. She couldn't remember much, just that she had just saved The Doctor. Again. And died. Again. That's when her surroundings came to her. She heard a whole bunch of phones ringing and looked around, realising where she was. She was in a call centre, in a tiny cubicle. She turned her head back to the front of her. Acomputer screen, with some kind of spreadsheet opened up. Atop the spreadsheet it read 'ADIPOSE INDUSTRIES'. Huh. Wonder what that is, she thought to herself. She looked at a pencil cup that was sitting next to the computer. There was some kind of gold necklace sitting in it. Clara picked it up, giving it a strange look. Attached to the end was some oval thing. Then she heard it.

"John Smith, Health and Safety, don't mind me" It said.

Although she didn't remember much, Clara recognised that voice. And that fake name. It was him. The Doctor. His tenth incarnation, if she was right. She stood up, glancing over her stall to see if she could see him. But she couldn't, no matter how hard she looked. She sat back down. She could have sworn she'd heard his voice.

"Where's the printer?"

She'd heard it again. So up she popped, looking again. But no sign of him. Sitting back down, she sighed. Maybe it's a voice box she's hearing.

"That's the printer there?"

She'd heard it again. Wrinkling her eyebrow, she got up once more, scanning the room...And still no sign of him. Weird. She sat back down and stared at her screen. Am I going mad? I mean, I am ten incarnations in.

"Has it got paper?"

There it was again. Clara jolted up from her chair faster than before, and scanned the room more thoroughly. And yet still didn't see him. She sat back down, giving a huff. This is riduclous. He's clearly here, but she needs to find him in order to save him. At that moment, a woman interrupted her thoughts.

"Excuse me, everyone, if I could have your attention" she said.

Clara wheeled her chair up to the entrance of her stall, peeking around the corner at the woman slightly. She was a tall woman in a suit, she had glasses and neat blonde hair tied in a bun. Standing behind her were two guards. Clara gulped a bit, scooting further back into her stall, but still eyeing the woman as she spoke.

"On average, you're each selling forty Adipose packs per day. It's not enough. I want one hundred sales per person per day. And if not, you'll be replaced. Because if anyone's good in trimming the fat, it's me. Now. Back to it"

Clara's eyes widened at this statement as she watched the woman leave and scooted back in front of her computer. A hundred sales a day. That's expecting too much. Just who is that woman? And what kind of place is this Adipose Industries? She eyed the golden necklace in the pencil holder. The sound of The Doctor's voice once again cut her thoughts off.

"Oh, what's that?" she heard him ask someone.

Clara raised an eyebrow at the tone of his voice, scooting closer to her computer screen, and the direction The Doctor's voice was coming from.

"My telephone number" she heard a woman say as she listened to the conversation.

"What for?" she heard The Doctor ask.

"Health and Safety," she heard the woman say, "You be Health, I'll be Safety"

Clara gave a giggle-snort at that, but quickly covered it up with a cough, in hopes no one heard her as she kept eavesdropping.

"Ah, ah, but that contravenes, er..Paragraph 5, subsection C. Sorry" she heard The Doctor say.

This caused Clara to give a sly grin. That was so like The Doctor. Talking his way out of flirting. Very awkwardly, she might add. She heard someone get off their chair from that direction, and moved back in front of her computer screen, eyeing the printer, which was just steps away from her stall, out of the corner of her eye. Then she saw it. That pinstripe suit. She wheeled her chair to the exit of her stall as fast as she could, so she could grab his attention.

"Doc-" she started, but he'd already began to walk back to whatever stall he'd been occupying.

Clara gave a frown and pressed her ear to the wall of her stall like before.

"Me again," she heard The Doctor say, "It doesn't seem to have printed. Mind reprinting it for me?"

So the printer wasn't working. No biggie, she could fix that. She wheeled back over to her computer screen, hacked around in it's Settings, and printed the blank spreadhseet that was on her screen. Getting up, Clara began to walk over to the printer. And that's when she saw it. Through all her lives, there was only two things she knew. She had to save The Doctor, and what the Great Intelligence looked like in each life. And there he was, same face as when they jumped into the timestream, only in a decked out suit. And still with his cane. He was standing at the side of the printer. Clara noticed he'd had his hand in the output of the machine, and was watching the tray with an evil grin on his face. She ran up to the printer, and placed her hand atop his, which startled him a bit. The Great Intelligence looked up at her.

"I believe that's my page" Clara told him with a smile, tilting her head as she moved his hand out of the tray.

"You" He said monotonely.

Clara just continued smiling at him. He quickly swiped his hand out of her grasp, and swooped around the corner. Well, now she knew she was in the right place. She grabbed her printout from the tray and looked at it. Same blank spreadsheet that was on her screen, printed out perfectly. Nothing wrong with the printer. So The Doctor should have gotten his page. She felt a swish of air by her side, and looked up, noticing that The Doctor was heading away from the stalls. Clara rolled her eyes. Once again, her thoughts had consumed her, and she missed her opportunity to talk to him. One thing was for sure, though. She knew she had to follow him. Throwing her blank sheet in the small trashcan beside the printer, she ran in the same direction The Doctor was going.