She couldn't move. No demon could have dragged her away. Her jaw was unhinged, but her lips could form no words. What does one say to the person she had been haunting for more than a century? She never dreamed she would even ask such a question, and the answer was even more ambiguous than the question itself.

Who are you, he had asked. Who was she, indeed. She was many things, but non by which he would know her. He did not know her. He looked in her eyes, saw her face, and did not know her. Should she be grateful? If one thing she dreaded most, was explaining to him in full, what she had become. Unconsciously, she tried to pull free her wrist from his grasp, but he only tightened his grip, eyes slowly narrowing.

"How did you get inside the TARDIS?" He asked slowly, as if she might not understand his words. Her mind desperately worked to form a sentence, but the words never made it passed her mouth. His eyes bore into hers, and any ghost of a sentence evaporated.

He could see her, he saw her...

"Doctor?" The new voice startled them both. They turned quickly from each other, the woman managing to slip away from the Doctors grasp, and turned piercing eyes to the girl standing in the door way.

"Who's this?" Clara asked, and stepped into the room.

"Not sure," the Doctor had not lifted his eyes from the woman's face. She could feel him staring at her, and she squirmed uncomfortably underneath his scrutinizing gaze. She couldn't look at him.

"How did she get here? We're still in the time vortex."

"That is a very interesting and obvious question, Clara," the Doctor mused crossing his arms.

She could not find her voice, her lips twisted, but no sound emitted from them.

"Can she talk?" Clara whispered.

The Creature's eyes jolted toward Clara's face, her eyes narrowed.

"Of course I can," she snapped, the gruff voice surprised them all.

"Well... hello then, I'm Clara, and this is the Doctor," Clara said a little too brightly, a little tentatively, and as she stepped closer to the tall women, she stretched out her hand. The Creature gazed down at the girls hand, her brow worried together.

"Well, now that we've said our formalities," the Doctor stepped back, assessing the woman fully, "mind telling us your name, and how you got here?" After a thought he continued, "actually I really do need you to tell me how you got here. Firstly, because no one can just walk in here, and if you did then something is very wrong with the old girl. " He lay his hand on the counsel, gently patting the metal surface. The Creature couldn't hide her sudden grin at the gesture.

"And quite obviously we are in the middle of space and time," he stepped closer to her, his eyes mere inches from hers, "how did you get here?" His voice was soft, but the demand in the proclamation weighed heavily in the air.

Disgruntled, she sunk her teeth into her bottom lip, desperate to find composure. What should she say? She could be anyone, be anything, now that she knew for certain he did not recognize her. She didn't have to relive and retell painful memories. She didn't have to be her; the women who lived with a beast in her head, who watched the universe burn, who had caused so much turmoil, and someone who had been fighting demons for the past few centuries. She could be something new.

"I don't know." She stated simply, her eyes finally rested on the Doctors face. How green his eyes were.

"Don't know your name, or don't know how you got here?" Clara queried.

Impassively, the Creature inclined her head.

"I do not have a name, and no I do not know how I came here."

The lie slipped easily from her lips.

"How does one not have a name?" Clara asked surprised. She assessed the women before her, "are you not human?" she wondered aloud.

The Creature scrunched her nose, unsure how to answer.

"I'm don't know," that much was honest.

"How did you find the TARIS?" The Doctor again asked.

"I don't know."

"Is there anything you do know?" He demanded, rather exaggerated.

Her eyes flitted up to the worn letters still plastered on the wall. The idea that then settled soundly in her mind made her lips twist wolfishly.

She straightened her stance, and with profound authority stated. "I have a warning for you, Doctor." She felt something uncomfortably stir in the back of her mind. "I have come to tell you something is coming, something that will cause this universe to burn if it is not destroyed. And you are its first target."

The Doctor raised his eyebrows.

"Is that so?"

"It is."

"Ah," he turned away from her slightly, glancing at Clara, warning her silently to stay alert, "and how have you come across such information?"

"There are whispers." Half lies, half truths; the beast thought it would get the best of her, how wrong it was.

"Only whispers?" He questioned.

"Whispers of a beast that prowls the skies, looking for the lone Doctor, and wishes to devour the stars."

He raised his eyebrows, "strange whispers." He turned on his heel, treading towards Clara, but whirled about to face the woman again.

"You say you have no idea how you came here?"

She shook her head.

"Non at all?" He persisted.

"I woke up on the floor. No memory beyond that point." She snapped, rather impatiently.

"But yet you have this warning to give me?" He was skeptic of her, she knew he was trying to solve the puzzle but couldn't find all the pieces.

She stared at him unblinking, an impassive mask taking hold of her features.

"Maybe she has amnesia?" Clara suggested.

The Doctor took another step closer to her. He was taller than her, but she had the impression she intimidated him.

The familiar sound of the screwdriver filled her ears. She couldn't force her eyes from his, and his never left her face. He saw her, he stood before her and saw her fully. Her hand twitched, the impulse to touch his face almost empowered her every nerve. With a flick of his wrist the sounds stopped; only then did he look away from her, and she dragged in the air her lungs had been screaming for.

He frowned at the object in his hand. "How strange," he mumbled.

"What is it?" Clara asked, looking over his shoulder.

"It is one of the most bizarre readings I've ever seen."

"How so?" Clara rolled her eyes.

Just before the woman could react the Doctor leaned close to her, his nose almost brushing hers, this time curiosity filled his eyes.

"It is bizarre because it says...nothing. You're practically nothing. You're made of nothing, you emit nothing. You're no one."

The women raised her eyebrows in surprise, "well obviously I am something." She shrugged.

The Doctor reached out a hand and lay his fingers on her shoulder, she tensed.

"Hm, you're defiantly made of matter most assuredly." He leaned away from her, walking about her person, as if trying to see the hidden secrets from different angels.

"Sorry," Clara's voice filled the taut silence, "he can be a bit strange sometimes."

The woman's eyes lifted to Clara's face for a moment, and in that moment Clara saw an image, something she wished she could grasp and hold on to until she knew for certain what she was seeing, but the image passed, and she could not remember.

"How can one take up space, and be made of some kind of matter, but have no structure, no DNA, and have no relevance whatsoever." The Doctor muttered aloud.

"And rude," Clara laughed shakily. The woman said nothing, her face still hidden behind her impassive mask.

The Doctor circled her one last time, his arms folded against his chest, his mind working the puzzle before him. "You are very strange." His bluntness made the woman's lips form half a smile. "And quite a mystery." After a moment of thought, he continued, "since you do not know who you are, or how you even got here, and because you have given me this warning, I think it is quite obvious you should stay here in the TARDIS until we know for certain what you are, and what this warning means."

The woman's lips formed a straight line, her jaw working to keep back the laugh that bubbled up inside her chest.

As if you have a choice in the matter. Its voice surprised her, and the laughter died in her throat.

Clara took a concerned step forward, "are you sure thats a good idea, Doctor?"

"I think it will be an interesting experience," he turned away from the woman and looked at his companion, already settling the matter before it was even discussed. "She has to stay here, Clara. Someone who just appears in the TARDIS, especially since we are in the tim vortex, is no light matter. She could be dangerous. We shouldn't let her go just yet. Besides," he glanced up at the black letters, his voice suddenly lamenting, "this warning sounds important."

He quickly turned on his heel, arms out stretched toward the women who glared at him skeptically.

"Welcome aboard the TARIDS."

Hey everyone! So sorry its taken me so long to update! Its been a crazy summer, plus I'm transferring schools so thats crazy too. Hope yall like it! Let me know what ya'll think!