The Doctor looked from his screwdriver to Clara resting peacefully on the bed, a hint of concern in his eye. He breathed deeply and put his sonic screwdriver back in his coat pocket.

At this moment, Ter-lake walked in with a clay bowl filled with purple tinted water and a brown cloth flung over his shoulder. He held it out to the Doctor. He had a slightly scared expression on his face.

The Doctor looked down at the water and then looked at Ter-lake and asked sternly, "Is this water safe?"

Ter-lake's face went from fear to complete puzzlement. "Yes, it is the drinking water."

The Doctor eyed the water suspiciously but reluctantly took the water and the cloth from Ter-lake. He grabbed a wooden chair that was in the room and sat next to Clara's bedside. He dipped the cloth in the water, wrung it out, and placed the dam cloth on Clara's head. She stirred a little when the water touched her forehead but she did not wake up.

The Doctor smiled and then kissed her on the forehead. He sprung up and looked directly at Ter-lake with the same stern expression as before. He strode right up to him until he was literally inches away from him. The Doctor leaned down and looked Ter-lake directly in the face.

"I am going to explore the village," the Doctor said quietly. "You are to stay here," putting extra stress on the word 'here.' Ter-lake gulped but continued to listen. "If Clara wakes up before I get back, you are to tell her to wait for me and then you are to come find me. Do not wander about, do not get distracted. Do you understand?"

Ter-lake gulped again and nodded slowly.

The Doctor backed away and then swiftly turned and headed out the door towards the rest of the village. Ter-lake let out a deep breath and sat in the chair next to the bed.

Ter-lake nor the Doctor noticed the lone tear that slid down Clara's face and then fell to the floor.

Clara could hear the muffled voice of the Doctor but it sounded far away and was more of an echo. She couldn't see anything for the longest time. It was simply black. She could see herself simply standing in a world of darkness. She tried to call out for the Doctor but no sound came out.

She looked around nervously for something, anything besides the pure blackness around her.

She began to hear faint whispers coming from all around her. She looked around with greater urgency but still saw nothing. The whispers got louder and she could discern what they were saying:

"Who…?"

"Outsiders…"

"Where…?"

She collapsed to her knees and tried to block out the whispers which were increasing in volume until they were practically screaming in her head. She clamped her hands over her ears but it had no effect. She kept calling for the Doctor's help but how could he hear her over the shouting whispers?

She suddenly felt a cool sensation on her head and then a slight pressure on her forehead, like a kiss. Despite the excruciating noise from the voices, Clara smiled, a tear rolling down her cheek.