"Do you ever feel like you've forgotten something really important? Like there's this big thing in your head and you feel like you should remember it but you can't?" Amy asked.

He stopped brushing his teeth for a moment to think before answering. "Yup"

"Are you just saying yes because you're scared of me?" Amy smiled.

"Yup." He replied again as he went back to brushing his teeth.

Rory had been Amy's friend since they were kids and when Amy needed a roommate she knew exactly who to ask. They'd been living together for 6 months now and things had been running smoothly for the most part. They just had slightly differing opinions on what their relationship should be called ever since they crossed the line over the 'just friends' territory.

It was a gray and rainy Sunday morning as Amy sat in her bedroom lazily staring out the window to see which droplets were winning the race down her windowpane. It was then that she first noticed it; the crack in her wall. She slowly walked up to it and took a step back when she saw a pair of eyes looking back at her.

"Amy?" The voice called in a soft whisper.

Amy had heard that voice in dreams before. The same thing with those big brown eyes she saw on the other side of the crack in her wall. "Am I dreaming?" Amy whispered aloud both at the woman in the crack and at herself.

"No, I don't think so, Amy." The voice sounded sad but calm. Like she had been crying for some time but she'd run out of tears a long time ago.

"Who are you?" Amy asked.

"It's me, Amy. It's Clara" Her voice cracked. It sounded like she was holding back more tears.

"Clara?" Amy got strange flashes of a young woman with a sweet dimpled smile. She had dreams about her sometimes. Some were rather explicit dreams and others were simple dreams about watching TV together. She had a dream about them dancing in space together. Amy whispered to Clara through the crack. "I remember kissing you" Among other things.

"Yeah?" Clara's smile could be heard in her voice. She was glad to know that her kisses were worth remembering.

"How is this happening? What is this?" Amy was starting to grow concerned but she tried to keep her cool.

"Amy, I love you." Clara was trying hard not to cry. "I'm sorry I didn't say it sooner and I wish I hadn't waited so long I just... I'm such an idiot..." Clara trailed off. "I'm so cold" She whispered. "Don't leave me" Clara started crying. "Just stay and talk to me. I'm so alone. I don't know if I'm dying or if I'm already dead. I don't know..."

"Ok, we'll figure something out" Amy didn't know what to do. "Maybe it's like a crack into another dimension or some kind of dream world." Amy was thinking out loud.

"Amelia through the looking glass." Clara chuckled as she held in tears again. "I tried to change the past and I must have torn a hole through the fabric of space and time. I have to fix it. It's my fault." She was in a white and endless room of nothingness. She was a spec sitting on a large blank canvas.

"Amy?" Rory called out from across the hall.

"Come in here! You're not going to believe this!" Amy yelled back down the hall to him.

"What?" Rory came running in and was stopped in his tracks by the massive crack in Amy's bedroom wall. "We're going to have to call the landlord and get that fixed" He walked up to it slowly.

"Amy, who is that and where and when are you?" Clara leaned up against the crack floating in the middle of white nothingness.

"I'm in my bedroom, Sunday morning." Amy looked at Rory "And this is Rory. He's a friend"

"Boyfriend" Rory quickly added.

"Sort of boyfriend." Amy answered back just as quickly.

"Amy..." Rory gave her a look.

Clara laughed. "So you haven't changed at all then" Suddenly Clara saw something appear in the distance. "I think I know what to do now. I'll see you soon, I hope."

With that the crack went silent. After the silence got awkward Rory broke it to make things even more uncomfortable. "Sort of boyfriend?" Rory's voice was calm but his eyes were dead serious. "I guess we only sort of started sleeping together sort of 3 and a half weeks ago." Rory's words dripped with bitter sarcasm as he walked out of Amy's room.

"Rory!" Amy called out as she ran after him.

On the other side of the crack in the wall, Clara was running up to The Tardis which decided to materialize for her out of nowhere. She ran inside and quickly tried to figure out how to navigate her way out of the middle of no where. "Please, let this be right" She whispered still teary eyed. The Tardis hummed and began to jolt and whiz about. Clara looked at the monitor trying to pinpoint her current location.

"The Carina Nebula" Clara whispered. "If I remember correctly, we're about 10,000 light years from Earth. Just a hop, skip and a jump for you. Right?" Clara spoke to The Tardis as she touched the console. Then she felt The Tardis suddenly stop. Assuming she might have finally landed somewhere, Clara quickly swung open the door to find The Tardis had stalled out in space again.

Clara stood face to face with The Mystic Mountain. The large pillars of stars and glowing gas clouds towered over her. "Ok, this is beautiful but we're not quite home yet." Clara ran back to the console and pulled on the appropriate levers but all she got was a terrible metallic screech. "You're the junkyard heap of time machines, aren't you?" Clara rolled her eyes. "No wonder we found you in some cheap dirty alleyway." Clara kicked the console in frustration and The Tardis took off making her fall over and land on her bottom.

Clara slowly stood up grabbing hold of the railing to support herself as she massaged her backside. "Ok, sorry. I shouldn't have said all those mean things to you." Clara slowly took a seat as The Tardis flew her back to Earth.