Clara sat cross legged just feet away from a vampire girl who looked like she could be her younger sister. It was times like these that reminded Clara of how much her life had changed in these past, what was it weeks? Months? She'd lost track of time, which was easy to do when traveling with the Doctor. Her life had become so much stranger, so much more surprising. Not that she was complaining, but there were times when it all seemed like too much. But after everything she'd seen and everywhere she'd been, she was more scared now than she had ever been before.

Why? She knew, because she felt like she had lost the Doctor. She'd let him slip right through her fingertips and she had no idea how she was going to get him back. Her only chance was to listen to Amber.

"What do we do?" Clara asked seriously.

"First tell me your name."

"Clara."

"Okay Clara."Amber hugged her legs tightly to her chest as she spoke. It made, Clara thought, her look more like a child. "There's a church up there." She pointed above ground. "It's got to be hundreds of years old. There's a well out behind it and it runs deep, deep underground."

"Wait." Clara cut her off. "Are you suggesting we douse him with holy water?"

"Sort of. Okay, to be honest, that doesn't actually work. Neither does the cross, by the way, but this water is different. Deep, deep underground, just where that well ends, there's a ship. It's not from this planet. It's old, older than the church. And it is damaged. It's medical bay has a leak, antibiotics, shots and all sorts of medicines flowing out of it… and into that water. Medicine that can rewrite cells and genes. That is our only hope."

Clara breathed out a sigh of relief. It was a long shot, she could tell by the way Amber was talking, but that didn't matter to Clara. This was her chance to save the Doctor.

"But," Amber continued. ", we don't have much time. You see, his heart, hearts I suppose, are still beating, but they will slow down. Then, they'll stop and there won't be any going back. There will be nothing you, me or anybody can do. So we've got to hurry."

Clara sighed, of course nothing could be simple. "How long?"

Amber shrugged. "Hours? Days? It's different for everyone. But I suggest we hurry and not risk that he's one of those who turn within a few hours."

"How are we supposed to get it to him anyway?" Clara wondered. "I doubt he's going to want to take it, and even if he did, he's in the middle of a pack of vampires, who I doubt will just let me waltz in and take him away."

"That will be a challenge." Amber admitted. "But, Clara, I think you can do it. I can see how much you care about him, how much you want to bring him back. Somehow, and I don't know how I know this, but I know he'll listen to you."

Amber stood up and Clara did the same. They still stood apart, separated by an invisible barrier of garlic, of all things, but Clara did not feel separated or alone now. She realized just how empty she'd been feeling without the Doctor. He'd been her guide, he'd shown her so many magnificent things and now that he wasn't here she felt lost. But now she had a compatriot. They were working towards the same goal and, although it would be tough, some might say impossible, to reach, she at least had someone who was on her side.

"Follow this path. Follow it and then turn left at the first chance you get. Then, just go straight. That will lead you to the surface." Amber directed. "You can easily find a taxi that will take you to the church. Just ask for the oldest church. Get a water bottle or something to hold the water in. Bring it back. I know you can find your way. I'll meet you here."

"You're not coming?" Clara asked disappointedly.

"The sun's still up."

"Oh." Clara sighed.

"We don't have time to wait until night."

"I understand. Well, I better get going." Clara turned and then felt a something small and metallic hit her shoe. She looked down and saw a flashlight at her feet. She picked up its cold body and then turned to Amber.

"You might need that." Amber smiled softly.

"Thanks." Clara turned the flashlight on and began making her way down the cold, dank corridor. She shown the light ahead of her, letting it guide her.