* Chapter three, yes! I'm just going to point this out, some of the dialouge comes from the 'Bells of Saint John' prequel. Rmeber to show your supprt if you like this story.


Clara woke up, or so she thought. She really did try to. Her body just didn't want her eyes to open. She tried to move her fingers, but they stayed put. Clara tried to call for help, but her mouth remained closed.

And then, she was drifting. Falling even, into her own mind… So far down… She was locked in her thoughts, and she couldn't escape.

Clara was running, but it wasn't her body. It was that woman's, the woman Clara had seen so many times in her dreams and then forgot about when she woke up.

The scene dissolved into millions of pieces. Clara was still in the woman's body, but her outfit was different. This time, she was looking at a man in a silver suit. Clara didn't know why, but she started crying.

Clara spoke in a familiar voice. "I did love you. I wasn't very good at it, but I did love you."

The silver man frowned, but looked into Clara's eyes.

Again, the world dissolved. Now, Clara was standing before a giant sun-like thing. Clara noticed that there were stars all around, and Clara realized she was in space.

Clara felt her/the woman's arm move. She lifted up a red leaf and Clara felt tears prick her eyes.

"The most important leaf in human history. It's full of stories, full of history. And full of a future that never got lived. Days that should have been that never were. Passed on to me. This leaf isn't just the past, it's a whole future that never happened. There are billions and millions of unlived days for every day we live. An infinity. All the days that never came. And these are all my mum's."

The leaf was grasped by golden arms, and it crumbled into bright embers.

Clara tried to scream, but the world was in control, and everything melted once more.

And then Clara saw something that made her gasp.

She was in her own body. Sure, it was from a few years ago, but she was talking to a man on the swing. Clara was 100% positive though, that this event never happened in her life.

"Hello," Clara said.

"Hello," The man on the swing replied.

"Why are you sitting on a swing?"

"Why shouldn't I?"

"Because you're old."

The man frowned. "Yes, that's true. That is very true."

"My mum says I shouldn't talk to strange men."

"Ah, you mum's right."

"Are you strange?"

"Oh, dear. I'm way past strange... I think I'm probably incredible."

"Are you lonely?" Clara felt her younger self pry.

"Why would I be lonely?"

"Because you're sad. Have you lost something?"

"No."

"When I lose something, I go to a quiet place and I close my eyes, and then I can remember where I put it." Surprisingly, this was true.

"Good plan."

"I'm always losing things. I lost my best pencil, my schoolbag, and my Gran, and my mojo!"

"Your mojo?"

"I got it back, though."

"Hey, that's good."

"What did you lose?"

"My friend. I met her twice before and I lost her both times, and now I don't think I'll ever find her again."

"Have you been looking?" Clara asked, in a squeaky voice.

"Yeah, everywhere".

"That's sad."

"It is a bit... Hey, is that your mum?" He nodded toward a woman Clara instantly recognized.

"Yeah, I think you better had."

"How are you going to find her?"

"Well, the first two times I met her, I just sort of bumped into her, so I thought maybe if I just wandered about a bit, I might bump into her again. You know, like destiny, sort of."

"That's rubbish." It really was, though.

"Yeah, I think it probably is. Hey, maybe I could find a quiet room and have a good think about it instead."

"That would be better," Clara hopped off the swing. "Goodbye."

"Goodbye."

Clara felt her mouth opened, and this time, it was her that was talking, not the body. "Mister, I hope you find her again."

"So do I."

Clara ran back to her mother, and smiled because it had been the longest time.

"Who was that?" Her mother asked. Clara almost cried, she hadn't heard her mother's voice in a long time.

"I was talking to a sad man."

"Clara Oswald, what have I told you about talking to strange men?"

Clara was about to answer, when there was a blinding light, and she was pulled out of her thoughts.


Clara met a brilliant light. She stared at a white ceiling.

"Ah, you're up," a familiar voice said.

"Where am I?" Clara asked.

"The hospital wing, dear. You had a nasty encounter with a Dementor. If you ask me, they shouldn't even be here!" Madame Pomfrey came into view. "Here," she handed clara a cup of brown liquid. "Drink this."

Clara gingerly plucked the cup out of Madame Pomfrey's hands. She took a large gulp out of the cup, and gagged. "It tastes putrid!"

"Well, I wasn't going to give you pumpkin juice!" Madame Pomfrey scolded.

"Why not?" Clara muttered under her breath.

Madame Pomfrey continued to fuss with Clara. "You gave us all quite a scare, you know. We couldn't get a pulse, but you were definitely breathing. We knew something was up," Pomfrey said.

"Am I good to go?" Clara asked hopefully. She wasn't sure she would be able to take much more of this.

"I want you to stay a little while longer. You can attend your classes tomorrow."

"Oh! My classes!"

Pomfrey grabbed some weird-looking herbs. "Don't worry. It's just the first day, nothing important."

Clara sighed with relief. "Has anybody visited me?"

Pomfrey humphed. "Around five students tried. I wouldn't let them in, of course. Seeing as you were still in an unstable condition."

"What do you mean, unstable?"

Madame Pomfrey frowned. "My dear, getting attacked by a Dementor is nothing light. We are surprised that you survived, given the circumstances."

"What happened to me?" Clara asked with a slight quiver in her voice.

Madame Pomfrey looked away from her. "Every test we did said that you were dead, and here you are."

Clara looked down. "Do you know why it said that?"

"For some time you really were dead. You literally brought yourself back to life."