The Doctor and Clara were no longer aboard the broken TARDIS. They were surrounded by a dark, metallic room. It was extremely cold.
Clara's teeth were chattering as she clambered upright, before proceeding to help The Doctor to his feet.
"Where are we now?", Clara questioned as she gripped his arm. She received no reply.
"Doctor? Hey!", she whispered sharply, prodding him in the arm.
"Stay away from me!", he screamed, pushing Clara away with a great force.
The Doctor's action caught her off guard. Clara was thrown to the other side of the room, falling hard into the metal wall. She gasped at the unexpected shove and the pain that quickly followed.
Clara slowly stood upright, rubbing her sore head as she tried to compose herself. She tried to focus on The Doctor's figure through the darkness, but couldn't see a thing. Just black.
"Doctor, what are you playing at? That hurt!", she exclaimed, still rubbing her head.
No reply came from the darkness.
"Doctor? Doctor, please answer me?", she pleaded.
Again, she heard nothing in reply. She waited a few seconds before taking a single step forwards.
"STOP!", The Doctor yelled, "Don't come any closer! Please! Please don't!".
Clara went cold. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end as her eyes widened dramatically. She carefully took a few steps backwards before eventually making contact with the wall for a second time.
"That voice…", she thought, "That wasn't The Doctor's voice…".
Clara fell to the floor quietly, pulling her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them. She dared not make a sound.
Several minutes passed. Clara and the mysterious stranger remained in complete silence. She was too scared to try and approach the stranger after the not-so-warm welcome she received the last time she attempted to do so. Suddenly, she heard slight shuffling noises in the distance. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up again. Being cold and trying to stifle her shivers wasn't helping the situation.
"Hello?", the mysterious voice croaked, "You… you called me a doctor?".
Clara slowly looked upwards towards the source of the voice. She was too cold and too scared to reply.
"Why did you call me a doctor?" the voice continued to croak. It sounded extremely hoarse and painful.
Clara took a shallow breath and quickly swallowed. She had to reply to the man behind the voice. "He sounds just as scared as I do", she thought.
"Sorry…", she whispered "…He's my friend, The Doctor. I thought you were The Doctor".
The mysterious man's breathing patterns quickly changed. He began to cry.
"The Doctor?", he sobbed, "The Doctor is… here?",
"I don't know", she whispered in reply, slightly startled at the fact he knew of The Doctor.
"I think we were separated. We were teleported, or something, but I ended up here. Do you know him? Do you know The Doctor?".
The man's sobbing began to get increasingly louder and more intense.
"Oh god…", he whimpered, "…Yes. Yes I know The Doctor. He must have come for me. I knew he would! I knew she would find him again, even after all of this time…".
Clara felt an immense sense of pity over the stranger, knowing that The Doctor hadn't come for his rescue. "At this point, The Doctor can't help anybody, let alone this man", she thought, reminding herself of what had previously happened on the TARDIS.
"Are you one of his new companions? Do you travel with him?", the man continued to sob.
"Yeah, I travel with him, that's right". Clara noticed the unexpected use of the word 'new'. "Could he know The Doctor? Could he know about his travels with people?" she wondered.
"What's your name?", he asked.
"My name? My name's Clara",
"Clara? That's a really nice name. We always wanted another baby girl named Clara",
"Oh, thank you", Clara replied, feeling slightly embarrassed. Her stomach lurched at the thought of a little girl and her mother, wondering where daddy was. She briefly thought of her own mother, before her mind returned to her.
"What about you? What's your name?", she questioned.
Clara received no reply.
"I'm sorry", she quickly whispered, "You don't have to tell me",
The man began crying again.
"I don't…", he sobbed, "…I don't have one anymore",
"Okay, I'm sorry", Clara replied, not wanting to upset the man.
The room had fallen silent following the brief conversation. An hour had passed since any sound had been heard. Clara wondered where The Doctor was. She was cold, scared, and alone; lost inside an un-welcoming room with a mysterious stranger. She'd told The Doctor not to leave her. She'd told him to take her too. Yet here she was- alone without him. She couldn't help but feel anger towards him, even though she didn't believe it was his fault.
"The Doctor would never do this to me", she thought. She tried to reassure herself that The Doctor would turn up to save her, like he always did.
Clara's trail of thought was suddenly broken by the sound of the man's voice once again.
"Clara?", he croaked. The stranger hadn't cried for a short while, resulting in his hoarse throat reappearing.
"Yeah, I'm here? What's wrong?", she replied nervously.
"You asked me for my name, didn't you? I have one now. I have a name."
"Okay, do you want to tell me what it is?", Clara whispered in reply, confused at the nature of the man's statement.
"Yeah…", he began, "…You can call me The Last Centurion".