"Diamond beneath the sea."
Clara looked up at a blurry figure.
"As a familiar agent, you have to do your duty. There's diamond beneath the sea, and you're going to do your best to fulfil your mission."
"Understood." Clara automatically said, even in a semi-conscious state.
When Clara was fully awake, she realised her vision was back. She welcomed what she had previously taken for granted. She touched the red blanket that was covering her, then the yellow cup filled with water, and then the pillows in purple and white. She smelled fresh flowers, which was a contrast to the smell of burnt out buildings and dust. Everything was a welcome change, except none of this made her remember who she was.
Her name was Clara Oswald, but what else?
She got out of bed, and walked towards the window with its curtains closed. She felt the silky texture and the warmth of the sun leaking from behind the curtains. She drew it open to see a balcony to a garden. It was luscious green with colours bursting from flowers. In the middle, there was a small, Victorian fountain, quietly letting water out of its holes.
Before she knew it, she was outside, touching the flowers and the cool water. She must have been enjoying herself, because she realised there was someone at the back.
Clara froze instinctively. She started trembling, hoping that whoever this was wasn't someone here to hurt her.
"I'm so glad you're awake. I've missed you, so much." Osgood gave a hug and Clara stiffened.
Clara stared at her in confusion. "Who are you?"
"I'm Osgood, remember?"
"Osgood who?" Clara asked. There was something familiar about that name.
Osgood's shoulders somewhat deflated. But she still continued in a bright, chirpy attitude. "I'm your friend. Have been for quite a while. Do you remember what happened yesterday?"
"What happened yesterday?"
Osgood paused, but just gave her a smile. "It's okay if you don't remember. It'll come back to you later. Everything is just temporary."
"Where am I?" Clara felt bad for asking all these questions, but she had to. She was so confused.
"We're in England now. Currently in a cottage provided to us by UNIT.
"UNIT?" Clara tilted her head in confusion. "What's that?"
"A place we work. Unified Intelligence Task Force."
"Huh." Clara stared at the fountain. She gave up asking more questions, because she had more questions from the answers themselves.
"What do you remember?" Osgood sat next to her. Clara let her, realising that she wasn't a threat. She could see that she was just trying to help.
"Nothing. Everything was black, I couldn't hear anything. And then I was here." She swung her legs almost like a child sitting on a swing.
"Do you remember anything before that?"
Clara paused deeply in thought.
"No."
Osgood gave a small, quick disappointed sigh, but she smiled as she handed her a photo album.
"You can have a look. It's your photos from your past. I'll come back later, okay? I think someone will be bringing you breakfast, if you're hungry."
Clara stared at the photo album that was just handed to her by Osgood.
She flicked to the first page and saw a baby. She closed her eyes, and heard her parents' voice. She didn't remember what their names were, but she remembered their happiness. As she flicked it over and over, she saw the baby growing older. There she was, in a dance class, and then the first day of her school. There even was a photo of her dad pulling faces at the camera with her little self.
She silently laughed. She looked happy in every photos in that album. As she closed the album, she felt a small photo drop to the ground.
She slowly crouched down and looked at in interest. It was a photo of her in a weird… orange spacesuit. There was an old man next to her, and a blue police box in the background.
"TARDIS." The word slipped out. She quickly dropped the photo and backed away. She was having visions.
"Don't let the Doctor see. Stay away from the Doctor. Please." A voice inside of her was begging.
Clara was hyperventilating. Red and purple streaks appeared in her eyes as she felt the air leave her lungs. She heard voices screaming Doctor. She saw herself begging for her life to a mysterious person.
"Clara!"
She heard someone shaking her.
"Clara, snap out of it!"
Clara opened her eyes and saw him. It was the Doctor. When she looked up in silence, he hugged her tightly.
"I can't lose you now, after all the effort we made to bring you back."
Clara stayed silent. She knew he was the Doctor, but she had no idea who he was other than that. Beside her were broken plates containing spilled milk, fruits and pancakes.
"You dropped my breakfast." Clara said after staring at him for a long while.