One day, a day that turned into one of those 'run for your life' kind of days, Clara and her Doctor were locked inside a room with no door. How one could firstly run into a room with no door and to be locked inside it was a mystery to them both. For they had simply run down a dark alleyway, then run straight into a brightly lit room with nothing inside, save for some wires and cables dangling from the walls and ceiling. How long they were there, Clara lost track of time. Having banged on every wall of the room, running her hand over every inch of each wall, while hoping for a secret trigger to let them out, to resulting to no avail. She slumped to the ground and watched tiredly as the Doctor swiped his screwdriver over the walls and cables, while he muttered to himself. He was lost in his own world, absorbed with finding the key of escape. His mind whirled with excitement with this puzzle, and so fascinated was he when the beep of the screwdriver revealed a possible escape, he nearly missed his companions gasp of surprise.
"What? What is it?" he asked, not bothering to look where she stared as he ran his fingers experimentally down the wall.
"Who was that?" Clara murmured more to herself than to him.
"Who? What?" this time the Doctor glanced up from his work. He was sure there was no other being in this room other than Clara and himself. Yet as he glanced into each corner of the room, he felt the presence of a foreboding figure.
"That girl," Clara stood and stepped hesitantly toward an invisible figure neither of them could see, "It was just for a moment, but, there was a girl dressed in pink...and I think, yellow."
"A girl in pink and yellow?" He stared quizzically at Clara, then at the space around them. There was a haunted awareness in the air; they both expected a ghost to pop up from a darkened corner and scare them to wits end.
"Yes," Clara whispered, "her eyes were yellow...or was it gold? They seemed to glow," she stepped further into the room, her eyes searching for the invisible ghost. If she had stepped any further she would have collided into the creature of which she spoke. The creature looked at her in wonder. Clara had seen her! Was this a sign? She glanced at the Doctor and found no recognition in his eyes. She felt her self sag, in either relief or disappointment she could not know. But she knew now for certain that his girl of pink and yellow, he could no longer remember.
