Author's Note: Just added two chapters at once, so go back and read Chapter 5 if you haven't already. Cheers!
Clara takes her breaths in short gasps as stone fingers press against her pulsating neck.
Why am I alive? Why did the angel stop? Thoughts thrum in her mind as loudly as the heartbeat that now pounds in her ears.
"Where the hell did that come from?"
Clara would sigh in relief if she had the chance. Someone was out there, staring at the angel and holding her life by a thread.
She pivots her head as much as she can, hoping to communicate with her savior. Instead, her eyes widen in fear as she spots another weeping angel within arm's reach of her. Thankfully, it remains immobile.
"It's a survivor. Very weak, but keep your eyes on it."
Another voice now, his voice. The kinder, gentler voice she heard back in the Dreamlord's version of the asylum. Or in the depths of The Doctor's memories. She wasn't quite sure what she believed now.
"I'm trying," Clara gasps as she fixes her eyes on the statue beside her.
A flare of red hair whips in her face as a girl about her age steps toward the adjacent angel. "Where's Rory?" she calls back to the Doctor, tears swelling in her eyes.
"I'm sorry, Amelia." It's all the Doctor offers.
Clara jerks her head toward the slim gravestone she spied earlier. Amelia. Oh no.
Clara turns again to study the girl. Amelia, whose shoes she must have filled. Whose space she must have inherited in the TARDIS. Amy's broken expression tells Clara everything she's about to do.
"Please don't," Clara cries as she tries to reach for the redhead. "Doctor," Clara states, trying her damnest to raise her voice against the strain of the angel's grasp. "Don't let her do it. Save her!"
She expects to see the Doctor leap forward and pull his friend to safety. Save Amy, like he has saved Clara countless times without thought. But he doesn't move forward. She doesn't hear anything from the Timelord when Amy steps into the angel's grasp and disappears forever.
Her head is spinning, but she doesn't have time to react. If the Doctor let Amy's life fall through the cracks so easily, she was certain that she didn't have much time before he returned to his TARDIS and flew away from this memory, leaving her exposed to the two angels.
Not wanting to succumb to the unconsciousness that was creeping into her vision, she acts on impulse. To follow the footsteps of her predecessor. Follow the redheaded girl to her death. The Doctor wasn't going to come to save her in any incarnation, even if she was in his mind, his memories. She lifts her foot, careful to not put more weight into her neck, and pushes it against the weeping angel beside her to disappear without a trace.