Here is chapter four, featuring Professor River Song. Clara has finally found a way to renew her younger body, and is on her way to finding the Doctor.

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"It's called a Psychograft, or something like that. It's used to switch minds between two subjects. We found it in the ruins of New New York. Which isn't actually real yet, so don't go telling people about it." Clara enjoyed Jenny's warmth and friendliness. She was glad to have found someone who could be of use to her, and someone with the same thought process as the Doctor. "You're sure you want to go through with this?" asked the Captain. Clara just nodded, hoping the next bit wouldn't hurt. She placed her hand inside the machine, and she was wrong. It did hurt. Quite a bit actually. But she kept it in there, waiting for something to happen.

"You can take it out now." said Jenny. Clara did as she was told, and pulled out her hand, grimacing at the scar that was there. "Now what happens?" she asked. And as soon as she said it, a pair of sliding doors opened to reveal a perfect clone of a younger version of Clara. It was amazingly accurate, to the nearest detail. Clara almost forgot how to breathe, she was so dumbstruck. It had been many years since she had seen anything unearthly, so what had just happened felt like a field trip through all of her wildest dreams.

"Strap her up to the machine boys," asked Jenny, as a pair of soldiers picked up the clone and strapped her into a seat. Clara had taken her seat next to the clone. They both had helmets placed on them, as if it was something out of a movie. "You realise the risks, right? This is a piece of future tech; however it has been remade out of scrap parts. It's nowhere near as stable as it was once." Clara knew this, so she nodded and said, "When we are done with this, please bury her. I want to know that I am taken care of. You are sure she hasn't had the time to grow a mind yet, yes?" Jenny nodded unsurely in reply. "Oh God," Clara thought, "This isn't going to be pretty." And guess what? Clara was right. It was a horrible feeling, sitting in the chair, as she felt waves of energy flowing through her. She could literally feel her soul being pulled out of her and being placed into the new clone. And then it stopped. She stopped hurting, and looked around. Her eyes needed a while to adjust, and she realised that they had never been used before. She looked to her right, and then to her left, where she saw herself.

It was a weird feeling, seeing herself but 40 years older. She would never get used to it. She fell to the ground as soon as she stood up; her new legs weren't fully functional yet. But she eventually got used to that as well. "Clara. Clara can you hear me?" Jenny said, looking worried. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine," replied Clara, "can someone help me get up?"

10 Days Later

It had been 10 days, and Clara had finally gotten used to the new body. She had to do countless hours of Physiotherapy to get her motor skills functioning, and her legs were kept straight by a pair of leg braces, which were gone now. She was ready to begin the next leg of her journey. Dr River Song.

River Song was an older looking woman, but not as old as Clara had been not more than a fortnight ago. She had curly brown locks, and wore a sweater. She wore a lot of sweaters, Clara was told. Clara entered her office, and noticed a few things. The first was a blue diary on Dr Song's desk, which looked a lot like the T.A.R.D.I.S door. Then she noticed all the archaeology certificates and Diplomas River had placed on her walls. Dr Song herself was seated on a chair behind a desk, wiping her eyes. When Clara knocked on the metal door, River looked up and Clara saw her tear streaked face.

"I'm, I'm sorry Dr. I didn't mean to disturb. Is this a bad time?" asked Clara. "No no Clara, it's ok. Come in. And it's Professor Song, not Dr Song. I don't deserve that title." Clara was unsure about entering, as Professor Song cleaned her face and put on a smile, which was obviously faked, but Clara tried not to notice. "How can I help you?" Clara wasn't sure what to say. "Jenny told me you could help me find the Doctor?" as soon as she mentioned the Doctor, she saw River begin to get emotional again. She wondered what River and The Doctor had in common, but she decided not to ask. "Ah, the Doctor. The man who can change someone's life by putting out his hand. The man who changed my life, and showed me the furthest points of life. The man who hasn't come home in ages, and has left me alone. I did some research on you Clara, and I believe the Doctor did the same to you. So why do you still look for him?"

Clara was still not sure what to say, but she came up with something, "Because he promised me he'd come back, and it is my duty to find him." River chuckled. "Duty? What do you mean by duty? The Doctor has been missing to you for about 40 years, but for the rest of the universe, the Doctor has not been seen for 100's upon 1000's of years. Out of the entire universe, why is it you who has to find him? Me, Jenny, everyone aboard this ship; we are all looking for him. But let me be honest Clara, we have given up hope. Why are you the one who was chosen to find the Doctor?" River said with another forced smile. Clara felt like she was being scolded, "Because the Doctor told me to. And not just my Doctor, 13 Doctors. They all told me to find him. And I will find him, with or without your help," Clara said with a hidden smirk. She had never been so confident or authoritative before, so she continued, "Do you really care for the Doctor? If so, then you can never give up on him. And if you've given up on him, then you are of no use to me." Clara stormed out of the office. She liked her new found strength, and kept walking until River said, "Wait Clara! I'm sorry, please come back. I haven't given up on the Doctor, not just yet. But our search for him isn't going anywhere. I don't know how much longer we can keep all these soldiers and Hoppers here, without the Doctor to boost their morale."

Clara had to agree, she had been waiting for the Doctor for 40 years, but if these people had actually accessed the power to travel time, they may have been waiting for a lot longer than her. If they had been able to keep their faith in the Doctor for so long, then she knew these were the people she was looking for. With a new body and a new faith in her heart, Clara was ready to find the Doctor. No matter what it took.