Blackness, blackness was all I saw. Did that mean I was dying? I was dreaming. Snow covered the ground, snow fittered down onto my ice lashes, weighing them down. It was so cold. Then my eyes snapped open. I could barely stand. I was suprised to see the Doctor standing in front of me. He wasn't alone. Something about these figures were familiar...I feel my mind drifting away, back into the waking world. I still wondered if I was dreaming. Feeling extemely giddy, I had to poke the Doctor, to make sure he was real.

I thought that she had died, again. When Jenny asked about her being dead I thought that she was talking about the present Clara, and not the other Clara. But of course she was talking about the other Clara. He had to get to this Clara before time ran out. It didn't help that Jenny kept asking me about her. Even I didn't know how it was possible. How to I explian these things to humans. Things just happen.

Loosing Clara a third time wasn't going to happen. He wasn't going to loose her again. How happy he was. -

Mrs. Gillyflower had a coldness in her heart that not even matched up to the sliver of ice in the Doctor's heart. Left or right heart? When the Doctor took out his sonic screwdriver I grab hold of a chair. It was quicker then him spending time fiddling with that thing. I threw it at the organ, damaging the rocket. The victory was short lived.

As soon as she started comforting her daughter,(who she had been using as a ginuea pig, even the Doctor wouldn't try anything that cruel. Sacrifice someone for his greatest cause, though it might be wrong. Someone scarificing theirselves for him, that was a different story. Miss Gillyflower on the other hand was a whole new bucket of crazy.) I knew something was going to happen. I'd seen it way to many times in films. She was going to pull out a knife or a gun. Mrs. Gillyflower pulled something out of her dress..(I'm calling it now..) Gun. Why aren't I thinking about the girl's safety? Is the Doctor's sliver of ice reaching my heart? That was nonsense.

I've seen it many times before. But they were usualy mad scientist. This was just a woman. A woman who put her own child on the chopping block, to do what was 'best for humanity" Would I do the same? They left the room. Clara made for the door, her exact same instict I was fighting. If we had any chance of saving her, we had to back off. Right now Mrs Gillyflower was like a provoked animal. "She would shoot on the spot."

"She wouldn't."

"She would." Now we needed an escape. I looked around the room. Grabbed a chair. When in doubt, grab a chair. "You were right, chairs are useful." I threw it at the window.

I wish he'd take my adive more often. We followed Mrs. Gillyflower and saved her daughter. But at what cost? I thought she was going to try to re-lease the poison into the air. Then the lizard friend and her friends showed up. One looked like a potato. The Potato one fired at Mrs. Gillyflower. The blast missed but she tumbled down the railing. Ada made her way down the stairs toward her. The creature that had attached itself to Mrs. Gillyflower sensed she was dying. "What will you do with that thing?" One of the Doctor asked. She was human I presumed. The Doctor answered that he'd maybe take it back to the Jurassic era. Ada killed it with her cane. That works too.

The Doctor offered to take me to actual London. He'd probably get it wrong again. Here's hoping, anything but vitorian London. "I had enough of Victorian values." I told him.

"You're the boss." I peered back out of the TARDIS, eyebrow raised, "Am I?"

"No." Too late no givesies backsies.

"Get in." I heard him say as I entered the TARDIS, waiting for another adventure. But for now...home first. I found it not how I found it. Finally learning the concequences that could happen in the Doctor's travels. I was in actual pictures from history. The Maitland kids had found them. Angie even teased me about The Doctor being my boyfriend. I desperatly tried not to blush. I was busted. And the Doctor had gone away in his song box again. There was no way out. Oh boy...Clara, you got serious explaining to do. If I thought that was enough to worry me, there was a picture, I don't remember being taken. That couldn't be me. I was in Yorkshire. I was bumbarted by questions, even given an ultimatume. If they told their dad, it would look like I was crazy. How was I going to explain this to the Doctor? I was the Boss. Yeah, like I really buy that.