(A/N: Alrighty. I wasn't going to continue this, but after the 50th, I wasn't exactly satisfied lol. Yes, I loved the episode, but I had been hoping for a bit more about Rose/BadWolf or a link with Clara. It will just have to remain in my happy little head, so here's another chapter! Review please...it brings me such joy!)

Blasted computer! Thing is straight rubbish! Clara thought to herself as she passed a hotdog booth on the street. A low groan sounded from her stomach at the pleasant aroma of the processed meat. After the day she'd had, all she wanted to do was have dinner, fix her computer and relax. Now, she knew she wasn't the most tech-savvy girl in the 21st century, but it shouldn't be this hard just to get on the internet, right? When she'd bought the ruddy thing, they'd told her it would find Wifi networks automatically. So much for that. Now here she was, walking to a shop to get a pair of headphones for Angie and figure out what the hell was up with her laptop. She had 20 minutes before the kids' dad needed to leave for work, so she quickened her pace.

The single-story shop was nestled between a restaurant and a pharmacy. The windows were dirty, one of them broken and being held together by duct tape. Had she time, she'd have gone to another shop entirely, but this place would have to do. As she strolled in the door, the bell overhead gave a gentle whisper of a chime. A man stood behind the counter, screwdriver in hand. He fiddled with some bit or bob that Clara could not identify. "Let me know if you need anything," he mumbled, without the slightest glance in her direction.

Clara shrugged off the annoyance she felt and asked, "Headphones?" With a nod, he pointed towards an isle and she moved that way. The selection was small, but Angie said she needed a specific pair. Grazing through the options, she found the right brand and moved to make the grab, her hand colliding with another at the same time.

"Sorry 'bout that," the blonde woman who had reached at the same time said to her. "You go 'head and take 'em." Normally, Clara would have just grabbed them and run, but this lady was actually being nice to a total stranger. She felt the need to reciprocate. The woman looked to be about her age, maybe a bit younger. Her hair fell past her shoulders in waves, a pomp sitting a top. Her clothes were a bit odd, but who didn't dress strangely now-a-days? She had on leggings with tears in them, a fur jacket and hide boots. Clara glanced outside through the grungy windows; the sun shone brightly, quite warm for an English day. She must be boiling in that fur... Clara mused.

"No, please. You take 'em," Clara responded taking a step back and reaching for another set. "Honestly, these ones look just as good." She looked at the set in her hands, strawberry shortcake dolls decorating the headphones. Oh Angie would love these. "...Or not..." At this, the woman looked at the headphones Clara had grabbed and the pair erupted into laughter. From behind the counter, the teenager cursed and dropped his part at their outburst. This only caused them to laugh harder, as he scrambled to find all his pieces.

The two of them calmed and then Clara backed away.

"You go ahead and take them. Really, I gotta get my computer fixed. Angie's headphones can wait," Clara said pulling her computer out of her bag.

"Computer help?" the woman asked off-handily.

"Having a bit of trouble with this stupid thing. If I had the ruddy internet, I could order her some damn headphones. I can't figure this thing out to save my life. You're not good with computers by chance are ya?" Clara asked.

"'Fraid not, and to be honest, it don' look like he's gonna be a big help," she giggled pointing a thumb over her shoulder at the man behind the counter. "Looks like he's too involved with his girlfriend there."

Clara laughed as she caught the man's expression. The low rumble of his mutterings to the computer part he held, could be heard from where they stood. His tongue hang half out of his mouth and the fascination he held with whatever was in his hands was visible on his face. He looked ready to swoon. "It seems he's getting ready to propose?"

"Maybe we should give him some privacy?" the woman laughed along with Clara. "Ya know, if you need computer help...I have just the number for you. Best help line in the whole universe. Seriously, forget the kid. Call an expert," she smiled handing her a slip of paper with a phone number scribbled down.

"Really? I've got absolutely no computer-skills, are you sure they can help on the phone?" Clara asked staring at the number.

"Guarantee it and it's free. Just give it a try," she smiled with another glance at the headphones in her hand. "You know...I've just decided I don't want these. Go ahead and take 'em. See you 'round, Clara."

Placing the headphones in her hands, she immediately spun on her heels and hurried out the shop doors. Clara stood for a moment, shaking her head. They had been getting on pretty well, so her exit seemed a little shocking, but people had things to do. It was a busy world. Remembering how busy she was as well, she went to the counter to pay for her headphones. The shop attendant's focus was still heavily engrossed in his project. Clara glanced at the headphones, shrugged and set them on the counter before moving the exit. She'd really got what she came for. Angie could wait and she was in a hurry.

In an alleyway around the corner of the pharmacy, the blonde woman stood, her eyes glowing gold, the time vortex crawling through her head. "It is done. The Moment is coming," she said in a voice that echoed within itself. She waved her hand in front of the wall before her, a set of words appearing in large, thick yellow letters. "A message to lead myself here..." she echoed before disappearing in a quick flash.

As she rounded the corner, a flash of light caught Clara's attention. She peered down the alley it came from, but there was no one there. The alley was clean apart from a bit of graffiti on the wall.

"Bad wolf..." she muttered reading. "...kids."

With that, Clara circled back around, rushing to make it home before Mr. Maitland needed to leave for work. She held the phone number in her hand like a lifeline, convinced that this would solve all her problems.

(A/N: REVIEW PLEASE! The ending was a bit blugh. I'm sure I'll go through and change it at some point. Hope you enjoyed!)