Clara was sitting on the cemetery bench. She didn't want to leave her grave yet. She just wanted to see how quiet it was, compared to everything else. Then, the silence was interrupted by a crying noise on the other side of the cemetery. She looked to see another funeral in progress. The curiosity forced her to check who it was.

"Clara? What are you doing here?" There was a girl lonelily sitting on an empty chair.

"Vicki?" What a coincidence, her grave was not far off her grave. "They just had my funeral." She said, pointing to where her grave was.

"Oh, how did that go?"

"It was sad, but it was heart-warming to see that everyone cared for me." She smiled with sadness. "How's yours going?"

"Oh, you know. Lots of crying and sadness, just like yours. I'm glad that everyone is letting go though, I don't want everyone to be sad because of me. I was told that I can go by the end of the funeral."

"Go where? Told by whom?" Clara asked, confused.

"Well, according to someone in my head, this world is just a stepping stone to the next. They didn't tell me what the next life was going to be like, but they said you're allowed to go there when everyone lets you go from their life." She smiled.

"Well, I'm sort of offended that no one's told me that yet." Clara pouted.

"Your time will come soon." She chuckled. They turned around to see the grave lowered into the ground and covered up. "Well, I think that's my lift." She said, pointing at her gravestone. "The voice said to step into the light when you find it. Good bye Clara." Vicki stood up and let herself be consumed by the bright light.

When Clara gazed at Vicki's gravestone, she saw no light. She only saw Vicki's body fading away.

She was yet again so alone. Being a ghost was terrible.

Clara sat back down on the bench, overlooking her mother's and her grave. When she woke up, it was already dark. In the gently lit streetlights, she saw a hooded man walking up the hill. She was suddenly alert. The man, holding something, stopped in front of her grave. Clara's eyes widened when she realised what it was. It was a shovel.

"No, no, no. What do you think you're doing?!" Clara yelled.

The man started shovelling all the dirt away. Clara felt extremely violated. It was her grave he was digging. Even though her body wasn't technically there, it was still very insensitive and rude. She looked directly at his face and gasped.

"It's you."

It was the alien that punched her few days before she died. The spoonhead like face with two glowing eyes and a mouth hole in the middle. It was digging her grave. Suddenly, everything clicked together.

"The green crystal. That was you. I was fine before you came along. You murdered me!" She trembled in anger. That thing, whatever it was, took away everything she had in life. The Doctor, her whole family, her life. There was nothing stopping her now. She charged, but went straight through him.

She screamed in anger. "I hate being a ghost!" She was truly becoming so emotional, perhaps more than she was ever used to when she was alive. But she wasn't alive now, so it was a completely different story.

"Stop digging. Now." She yelled. The alien stopped, and turned its head around momentarily. He quickly turned to the ground again and dug even faster than before. Clara charged at the alien and this time, she knocked him to the ground. She punched it, over and over, until her ghost-like properties returned again.

The alien stood back up with no problem, dug around the grave and opened the coffin. Clara's 'corpse' laid there. The sight of herself (or, her clone self) made Clara sadder.

The alien lifted her corpse, and vaporised into thin air.

Clara started crying. She was useless as a ghost. Why would an alien need her body? She was glad that it wasn't her real body, but still felt extremely violated for what just happened.

"Clara, don't cry." A gentle hand patted her back with empathy. She turned around to see a face she was not expecting.

"Mum."

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Unit base

"I don't understand. I thought it was his MO that he never looks at endings." Sam, the forensic said, gazing at Clara's corpse inside the capsule. "Why isn't he moving on this time?"

"Mr Konjak, do you know about the three hour rule?" Kate asked.

Sam shook his head. "Should I? Oh no, was this in the manuals?" He said, panicked.

Kate chuckled. "No, it's not." She continued. "It's a myth that says that with enough opportunity, one can bring the person back from the dead, so long as they have been dead for less than three hours. He's preserved the body in the perfect state for this rule to apply and it would be foolish to think that he is not out and about trying to find the truth to this myth."

Kate looked at Clara's empty face. "She was the first face that face ever saw." She gave a bitter smile. "And he thinks he can reason with the universe this time. Reason with it to bring his dear friend back."

Kate picked up the chart of data gathered from Clara's corpse. "So, anything new that I should know?"

"Well, we found some sort of metallic substance on the surface of her jaw. The interesting thing is, it's a mix of circuitry and proteins. I've never seen it before. I would shoot far and say that it was an …." Kate heard a gasp and then silence.

Kate clenched her jaw.

"Please don't aim the gun at Mr Konjak. I'm guessing you are here for something more important than him." She turned around to greet an alien, who was aiming the gun at Sam's head.

"Clara Oswald. Where is the body?" The metallic grinding voice churned out like a recording on a radio.

"Over my dead body." Kate gave it a fierce look as she stood in front of Clara's capsule.

"Granted." It said and fired the gun. A green crystal touched Kate and dispersed into fine particles.

"Is this how you placed your Polovox poison into her?" Kate said, quickly masking her mouth. She knew it was too late, but she would be damned if she didn't go down fighting. "Clara didn't deserve this. She was a good person. Why are you doing this?"

"She was compatible. Yet she was proven to be useless."

"Useless?! No. No living beings are useless. They all have a purpose. No matter how bad or good the choices might be, they all have a purpose, to live." Kate muttered in anger. It was something her father had said to her when she was only a child.

"You only have one purpose now. To die." It said as it released Sam. It lifted the capsule and walked out.

"Kate… I mean ma'am. Are you alright?" Sam quickly took her pulse. Thank god all UNIT agents were trained in first aid.

"Call the Doctor, NOW." Kate said, trying to fight off the sleepiness.