"Excuse me, Miss Oswald?"
Clara looked up from her book. "Yes?" A skinny red-headed boy held out a letter to her.
"Your Doctor told me to give this to you," he said, looking somewhat nervous.
"Thank you," Clara said, smiling as she took the letter. As soon as the letter had left his hand, the boy ran away like he was being chased. She put down the book and opened the letter. There was only an address, but an address was good enough for her. She got onto her motorcycle and drove away.
A few yards away from the address, she parked the motorcycle next to an old shop. It had rained last night, and the Doctor didn't like mud being tracked into the TARDIS.
The TARDIS was right in the middle of the road. It was a wonder that a car hadn't run into it. She ran up to the doors and pulled on the handles. They refused to open.
"Oh, come on!" She yelled at the blue box. "Let me in!"
The doors flew open, making her lose her footing. She stumbled inside, and the doors slammed shut after her.
"Sorry about that," the Doctor's voice drifted from below her. "She's crabby today."
Clara rushed down the stairs to where the Doctor stood, waiting, his arms open for a hug.
"What did you do?" Clara asked.
"Huh?" The Doctor lowered his arms.
"The little boy with the letter. What did you do?"
"I may or may not have materialized in front of him,"
"You're impossible."
"No, you are. How's my impossible girl been? Anything exciting happen while I was gone?"
"Nope. You?"
"Not a thing." The Doctor grinned, and Clara accepted his hug.
"Where are we going to go next?" She asked.
"Your choice," He said as he straightened his bow tie. "Where would you like to go?"
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