The Doctor lay on one of the tweed mats on the floor. He stared up at the ceiling that slowly spun in a tight circle. He had no idea when he had ended up here. Clara must have helped him. As if on cue with his thoughts, she popped up in front of and smiled.

"Hey, soldier."

He had expected Clara to be angry with him. But she seemed no more annoyed with him than she usually did.

"I really am sorry, Clara. I really thought coming out here would cure me. I suppose I have been wrong before."

She smiled. Oh, that smile. The Doctor smiled back and went to prop himself up on his elbows. "Careful." She put a hand against his chest as if to push him back down but didn't and just held herself there. The Doctor, under normal circumstances, would have scrambled out from under her being the girl -awkward he was. But, maybe it was the poison giving him courage because he put his hand against hers and steadily met her gaze. "Why aren't you being all silly and embarrassed?" But she herself sounded silly and embarrassed. A blush-y pink spread over her cheeks and the Doctor smiled. How he wanted to touch that beautiful face of hers.

But then he found he was touching that beautiful face of hers as gently as he would touch a kitten. "Doctor?" She looked almost frightened but her voice had almost an expectant quality about it. He moved his hand back against her neck and played with her brown hair.

"Clara?" He mimicked her voice and smiled. Was he mocking her? He didn't even know anymore. But what he did know was that Clara was leaning into him ever so slightly. Slightly enough to where if he wanted to…he could lean a bit farther and…and maybe just…

Abruptly Clara stood up taking all the courage and strength the poison had given him with her. His face felt hot. Oh, god, was he blushing? The Doctor didn't blush.

Clara smoothed the skirt of her red sundress and collected herself. "Down boy," she said with a smirk.

The Doctor flapped his mouth open and closed a couple times. "No…I…shut up." There it was. The girl-awkward he was so used to. What had just happened? Had that really been him doing those things? He flopped himself back down against the tweed mat.

"Doctor. What are we going to do? I know I'm supposed to be the one to save you but…we lost the TARDIS. How are you supposed to give a trans-dimensional thingy now?"

The Doctor was sure she'd left. "Yeah…and she also told me that I'd give it to you before I got too worse off. That must have been a lie. I'm already pretty worse off, I think. Unless it does get worse. Ooh. I don't want to think about that."

"How do we find the TARDIS? Those things are everywhere."

"What about those fellows over there." He gestured around the whole cabin, not actually knowing where either of them were. And then he realized he'd just completely ignored her question.

"Kor and Bater? They're okay. I like Kor better. Friendlier." She bent down next to him again. He supposed she wasn't worried he was going to attack her anymore or something. When in fact that was really the opposite of what he'd been doing. What had he been doing?

"I don't know how to find the TARIDS. It could be anywhere on this planet." He rubbed his face wearily.

"I'm going to go talk to Kor. Maybe he knows something." And with that Clara was gone in a flash of red. He liked the dress on her. It made her look even prettier than usual.

"So what are they? Really?" she asked the blonde young man as they peered out a through a crack in the rough wooden wall of the cabin.

"They–"

"They're native to this planet." Bater cut him off as he sauntered toward them from a dark corner.

"You like hanging about in dark corners, don't you. Rather creepy."

He shot her a venomous look. "They were here when we crash landed." This planet has a highly magnetic core. It's vibrating constantly and sends wave lengths into space that throw ships and satellites and such off course. We crashed and were almost immediately attacked by those things." He looked disgustedly at the wall. Clara knew he was scowling at the monsters on the other side. "They're called the Wodash. And they're pure evil."

"How long have you been here?" Clara asked as she leaned against the wall. It creaked in protest so she straightened back up.

"Only a few weeks about." Bater stared long and hard at Clara and then sniffed. "Why are you and your fella here? This is no place for a honeymoon."

Clara bristled. "He is not…anything like that. We were supposed to be on vacation."

"Whatever. What are you doing here?"

"I don't know. We were on our way to…somewhere," she remembered the Doctor had been keeping it a secret right before they ended up on this god awful place. "and then we landed here instead. It's as simple as that. If you want more information about it, go ask him." She didn't understand why she was getting so defensive. Something about Bater put her on edge.

"He doesn't seem to be in a talking mood."

Clara glanced over at the Doctor to see him sleeping peacefully on the floor. She sighed. He was dying and she was standing here making idle chat.

"I need to do something. He's not doing well. He's not normally like…how you saw."

"Got a good arm though," said Bater bitterly, rubbing the back of his head. Kor snickered.

"Do you have an extra lantern?" Clara had a new resolve. She would go hunting for the TARDIS herself, get the trans-dimensional thingy, go and get the medicine from the past, and save the Doctor. She had to.

"What do you need a lantern for?" It was Kor. He looked a little nervous to hear her answer.

"Well, I need to go find my ship."

"Absolutely not." Bater said.

"Excuse me?"

"They'll kill you." It was as final as that.

"Not if I'm surrounded by light." She puffed out her chest. "Now, sir. Please give me a lantern. This ship is my home and if I don't find it, well…my Doctor will die and I can't let that happen."

Bater stared her down for a long time. And then huffed and walked away. She thought he had walked away dimply in frustration. But then he returned with a lit lantern and practically threw it at her. "Don't die. That's the only advice I can give." And then he walked back to his dark little corner.

Clara walked over to the Doctor to tell him goodbye and that she would be back soon.

"Well, I'm going with you," he said when she'd managed to wake him up. He sat up and heaved himself up onto his feet. If he was on the verge of collapsing, he was doing a good job at hiding it.

"What? No, you're not. There's no way you can…do anything. Stay here, please."

"Clara." He had that Doctor look in his eye. He was about to give her a speech. She could feel it. He always got this certain ancient way about him when he was about to give a speech. As if all his experiences in life were leaking through and his walls were down for just a small amount of time. Enough time to put all the courage and persuasion into an attacking army. So Clara just waited for the oncoming onslaught of words that she'd have to deny. "No."

Clara blinked a couple of times. That was all? But even so, that one word 'no' held so much force and so much longing she just couldn't shoot him down. "Oh, alright. But don't get yourself or me killed." She pointed a slender finger at him.

"I'm the Doctor. Of course I won't get myself killed."

But on the first step he took, he was greeted by the hard black floor.