The TARDIS spun around in circles, pressing Clara against the railing. The Doctor hung onto the pilots chair, fighting the spinning gravity of the falling TARDIS. Reaching as far as he could, he flipped the lever down, halting the TARDIS and sending him flying backwards, into the door, rattling them on their hinges. Clara stood for a moment, but she was still dizzy and her legs collapsed out from behind her. She sat down for a moment, regaining her composure, before standing up and walking over to the Doctor. He lay still against the door, slumped down on the TARDIS floor.

Clara reached down and checked his pulse. He was still alive, but he wasn't moving. She looked around for a medical kit, but found nothing. Muttering to herself, she looked around for the first aid kit. Turning to look for it, she saw a message on the TARDIS monitor saying to leave the Doctor there, so the TARDIS could revive him slowly. Reading this, Clara smiled and moved the Doctor aside and decided to see where they had landed. Opening the door, she gasped in the view of the strange world she was seeing.

The TARDIS had landed sideways on a hilly planet, with red grass. Clara stepped outside the TARDIS, and the sudden change in the direction of gravity surprised her, tossing her onto the grass. She fell onto her side, with her uncovered arms and legs onto the Dewey grass. Examining the strange new world she was seeing. The sky burnt orange, with two yellow suns glimmering in the distance. The air smelt sweet, reminding her of her childhood, when she could run through the grass for hours on end. She giggled giddily, feeling elated. She straightened out, standing up straight and stepping cautiously down the hill. She reached down and pulled out a few leaves of the grass, a milky-white dew moistening her palm. The liquid seemed to drain into her skin. Surprised, she dropped the grass, and stood up. Another giggle escaped her lips. Clamping her hand over her mouth, she straightened up, shocked by her own outburst. She decided she was going to take a look around.

Watching her from a distance, a figure was dressed in a plain black suit. The figure stood, and smiled as he noticed the blue police box on the grass. He smiled and muttered to himself 'SO you have returned, Doctor. How nice to see you have come here, to die…

"NOT THE RUBBER DUCKY!" Yelled the Doctor, sitting up suddenly. He gasped for air, trying frantically to comprehend the numbers and letters dancing before his eyes. In a few seconds, the sparks died away and he stood up, or at least tried to stand. He collapsed clumsily and ended up on floor again. He tried again, this time grasping the railing and pulling himself up with all his strength. Groaning, he yelled out in pain and picked himself up. He stood on his legs, shakily trying to keep upright. He decided he was good to stand and tried a step. Successfully managing, he whooped and did a twirl, stumbling down. He scrambled back up and clapped his hands.

"Right then, Clara. We've crash landed on a mysterious planet that forced the TARDIS to get locked down and now were stuck here. But never mind that Clara, because there's something else . What is it Clara, what is it? Clara? Claraaaaa?" He yelled, extending the last syllable while spinning around, frantically searching for the feisty brunette.

"Why does she never listen? I told her, I specifically told her 'Do not go exploring strange planets without me!' I said 'Wait for me' I told her. But does she listen? NO! Of course not! She decides to go out and get herself lost. Well guess who has to go out and find her?" He said, flipping up his coat collar, then smoothing it down. "Well then" He said, stepping forward and opening the door. The sight that greeted him was a familiar sight that chilled him to the bone. The boyish smirk he had plastered all over his face was gone in an instant. He stepped out the door, words failing him in his disbelief.

He stepped forward, running through the grass, feeling it squish beneath his feet. The wind blew through the trees, causing a whistling that took him back. Too far back.

"No, no, no" he said, his hands shaking. He could feel his eyes watering. His brain was trying to tell him that what he was seeing wasn't real, that what he saw was just a trick, a dream, that he was still passed out on the floor. But he knew that he wasn't dreaming. This was real. He knew it. There was no denying it. He was finally there.

But he couldn't be.

But he was.

"Gallifrey" His voice cracked "I'm home."

Clara Stumbled through the forest, giggling manically. Everything seemed so ridiculous. As she stumbled past another tree, she didn't notice the milky fluids on the tree. She didn't see them seep into her hand, just disappearing into her blood. The same liquid that had first introduced itself to her body when she had stepped off the TARDIS and slipped onto the grass. She couldn't help but laugh, since everything seemed so… funny! She didn't even notice when a strange man appeared, standing next to her. When she looked up and saw him, she burst out laughing. She couldn't think clearly, her mind clouded in a drug addled haze. When her hysteria subsided, she looked up and blurted out "You look hilarious" before bursting out again, barely finding the time to breathe.

"Sweet dreams, my dear" Said the figure.

The stranger extended his hand and sprayed her face with a mist, the same colour as the liquids on the tree. She inhaled the spray, which only made her laugh even more uncontrollably. However, this new spray had a new effect that Clara almost didn't notice. She laughed and laughed, until she had to back up against the tree. She felt her legs begin to get heavy, a darkness clouding the edges of her vision. She kept laughing, her outbursts becoming weaker. Her limbs weak and almost immovable, she rolled down the tree. Her head was filling with a lightheaded sensation, and she couldn't think or move anymore. Her bells of laughter had died to down to mere giggles, and her limp body rested on the floor of the fields. She giggled lightly, delirious. Her eyelids fluttered, drooping heavily as she struggled to look up at the figure. With a final sight, her eyelids rolled shut and her head lolled to the side. Her chest rose and feel slowly, taking even, deep breaths.

The stranger picked her up, cradling her in his arms. Her head fell against his shoulder, her flowing brown hair swishing as the stranger broke into a walk. The stranger carried her away, the final piece in his trap for the Doctor. He had set all the pieces in motion, all scenarios accounted for. And now the final piece of his plan, the bait, was set. Now he had to wait, like a spider in the web, for his prey.

The Doctor was in the trap.

So what did you think? It's not as long as I'd hope but I tried to end it on a cliffhanger. And don't worry, the villain will be revealed next time. Reviews? Criticisms? Anything would be lovely. Thank you!