Clara woke up to find her in a dark place. Amy was there, crying in the corner. Rose looked to be fading in and out next to her. "Rose! Amy! Hey, are you okay?" Only Amy would know who she was, and Rose seemed to know. Probably parallel timey-whimey stuff. "Hey, time is extremely messed up. I know because we are all here, wherever 'here' is. Anyway, why is Amy crying and Rose, what happened to your shoulder?" Clara asked, worriedly. Amy barely looked up, and just stared at nothing, possibly the wall. "Well, I was shot somehow, doesn't hurt when I am in here, but out in the place with the Doctor, it hurts a lot." Rose asked, explaining everything that had happened. "Well, it seems Amy might have messed up her time stream. So, Amy came aboard the TARDIS, knowing Rory would be upset with her, then when she boarded with Rory she fell unconscious? Weird. And then you say you were pulled out of your time stream and left here? Confusing. And I had the Doctor pick me up, since he was late, on a Wednesday. Which is when he picks me up for adventures. And Amy was thrown over the railing? And you were under there? Okay, I've heard worse, I think." Clara said, trying to understand everything. Rose and Amy nodded, Amy finally stopped crying. "Then, why are we all here?" Clara voiced aloud. Amy looked and said, "SSHHH! I can hear them. Something about something being terribly wrong. Nothing good, I can assure you that." Rose looked to be fading even more, and eventually disappeared all together. "Well, then. It's just us." Amy said, looking up. Clara looked over and noticed a large puddle of blood where Rose was. "You don't think, that when you die in here, you go back out there, do you?" Clara asked, fearfully.
(Author's Note) - If you are still following this story then that means I am not a complete failure writer!