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One moment, I was on a cloud, with an extraordinary man. One moment, an ice governess was pulling me away. The next, I was falling. The Doctor was there. He gave me a key. He said I could travel with him... Then why did I die?
The sound of metal scraping against metal rang out. "You sure we should be doin' this?" "Course I'm sure! We get a few bucks, graverobbing, and once we get a sizable amount, we'll go from there." "I just don't know if this is right. Taking their last possessions." "It's easy, dear boy! Look." More scraping metal screeched, and the door of the coffin was yanked open. "Dear god! How is that possible?" "What are ya talking about?" "The grave says this is over a hundred years old! How does she still look alive?" "Someone must've yanked the old body out and replaced it with a fresh one. You're paranoid, old pal. Let's just relieve her of her possessions..."
A hand came down,and secured itself on the woman's necklace, and began to pull it off. The thread snapped instantly. "What'd I tell ya? Easy pickings!" Suddenly, a hand came out of the grave and latched onto his wrist. "What the hell?!" The woman in the grave jumped straight up, yanking the necklace from his grasp. "Oi! Who're you to take my things?! I might've been dead, but that don't make it yours!" The two graverobbers ran as fast as they could out of the graveyard. Clara blinked slowly, looking around. "Dead... Right... One hundred years? Did he say that? How am I alive? Curious... Wait... Doctor... Where's the Doctor? Doctor!" Clara looked around frantically, before pulling herself out of the grave with a huff. "Well, I'm one hundred years in the future, the Doctor is nowhere to be seen... And my dress is barely keeping together... Where's a tailor?"
Most of the Humans it had encountered were very dull, and very weak. This was what its programming believed. Nevertheless, this Human was special, having traveled with a Time Lord, the last of the Time Lords. This... Doctor. Having taken notice of the last Time Lord, the Collective began investigating in the Doctor's companions. The Collective now sent instructions to one of its Earth-based drones. Find this Clara Oswin Oswald and deliver a message. The Collective will propose a deal with her.
Lizzie was sitting at the cafe down the street from her warehouse when, she noticed a women wearing a Victorian styled dress, that was in tatters. She was starting to think that she had missed zombie appreciation day, when the Victorian lady called a car that had almost ran her over, a "strange death machine". " Its like she's never seen a car before" She said to herself out loud. Wait a minute.... She's generally acting like she's never seen a car before. She thought for a second, Tattered Victorian clothing, has never seen a car before, looks really confused. This could only mean one thing! She missed dress like a Victorian zombie day, or this woman is really a Victorian zombie, or she just got killed in Victorian times, and somehow survived a hundred years buried under ground and was awoken by some grave robbers.
She closed her laptop on the table in front of her, and put it in her bag. She then got up and walked over to the woman in Victorian clothing, determined to figure out what she was doing here, or how she was here. " Hey! Wait up!" She walked beside the woman. " My names Elizabeth, but most people call me Lizzie. Are you a Victorian person come back from the dead to wreck chaos among the mortals? Or are you just a strange case of the undead and you were brought her by some unknown force?" Lizzie said in her most casual voice. "I'am sorry if I'am being too personal. I'am just really curious, and when i get that way i just need to find out the answer, or i drive myself insane trying to figure it out." Lizzie walked to the other side of the Victorian woman, and started walking backwards so she could talk to her easier. " Sorry if i'am talking to much. It usually happens when I meet other people, not over the internet. But if your actually from Victorian times you wouldn't know what the internet is, so i guess i'am just talking for no apparent reason now." Lizzie was interrupted in the middle of her sentence, when she bumped into a street lamp and hit the back of her head. " Ow!" Lizzie stopped walking for a second, rubbing the back of her head.
The message drone worked its way to the reanimated companion of the Doctor. The drone sees her walking around walks up to her, preparing to deliver the message.
Clara had just gotten run off the road by some type of mechanic carriage without a horse, when a woman began talking to her, speaking about all kinds of nonsense, though somewhere in all of it she managed to guess who she was. "My name is Clara. You sound a lot like the Doctor. You have no idea who the Doctor is. Um, I'd love to hear about whatever this "internet" is, but I have a few questions. What year is it, where am I, and where can I get a new dress?" They were pretty reasonable questions.
But, she had the feeling she was being watched. Then, she noticed the drone.
"My name is Clara. You sound a lot like the Doctor. You have no idea who the Doctor is. Um, I'd love to hear about whatever this "internet" is, but I have a few questions. What year is it, where am I, and where can I get a new dress?" Lizzie looked at Clara with her biggest smile. " It's very nice to meet you Clara! And I actually have heard of this Doctor fellow, over the internet though. Anyway, it's the year 2013, and we don't wear dresses any more, we wear pants and t-shirts." She noticed Clara looking at something, she followed her stare. She was looking at something that looked techy, very techy. " What is that?" Lizzie's curiosity getting the best of her, she started to walk over to the drone.
The message drone, with photo-receptors glowing deep red, stood in front of the two Human females. "YOU ARE CLARA OWSIN OSWALD." The drone stated, clearly ignoring the other Human. Its mission was to talk to her, anything else would be irrelevant. "I HAVE AN OFFER FROM MY MASTERS. YOU ARE A COMPANION OF A TIME LORD. WE REQUIRE INFORMATION ON HIM, AND IF YOU AGREE TO WORK WITH US, WE WILL ASSIST YOU IN FINDING THIS DOCTOR." The drone waited for a response...
Clara frowned at the word t-shirt. She had no idea what it was, but she was surprised that women wore pants now. The drone was a different matter. Companion? She had stepped into his TARDIS for maybe a minute! She had just met the Doctor. Then she died... But, this thing could help her find the Doctor. "Well, I don't know a ton about him, but I'll try and say what I can. What I do know, is that he's brilliant. Far more brilliant than any man I've ever talked to. Then again, that's not surprising. Most men aren't very intelligent at all. Just pigs." She meant every word. She had worked at a pub, so she knew the real nature of men.
The drone was alittle surprised at her answer, the information on Clara stating that she even knew the Doctor's name. Logic modules churned, and they deduced that this was an older version of her. It approached with caution. "WHAT IF WE TOLD YOU WE COULD... ARRANGE A MEETING WITH HIM? A CHANCE TO FIND MORE ABOUT HIM? ALL WE ASK IN RETURN IS YOUR COOPERATION AND YOUR PROMISE TO SEE THE DOCTOR ALLY WITH OUR CAUSE."
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