Deep Breath

Clara Oswald tossed and turned in her sleep. Imagines passing across her mind. So much to take in over the last few days. Or was it centuries? Time travel could still be confusing at times.

Christmas crackers. Wooden cybermen. Handles. Daleks. Statues in the snow. An old doctor...a NAKED doctor. And then...a different doctor. And something about kidneys...

Clara's eyes snapped open as everything came flooding back to her. She sat up and looked around wildly, breathing rapidly, covered in sweat.

She gasped and clutched the bed sheet to her chest upon discovery of what she was currently wearing; that is to say, nothing at all!

Wrapping the sheet around herself, Clara slipped off the bed and padded over to the open window and looked down on a bustling Victorian London street.

A horse and cart trotted past, narrowly avoiding a fruit merchant, who gesticulated wildly and threw obscenities at the retreating rider.

Clara watched with interest as a pair of burly man carried boxes into a workshop, but quickly withdrew, hugged herself and blushed when they glanced up and whistled at the young woman dressed in nought but a sheet.

And why was she dressed in only a sheet? Clara certainly didn't remember undressing. In fact, the last thing she remembered was the TARDIS, a dinosaur...and the doctor hitting her over the head.

Stranded in Victorian London with the Doctor acting strangely was bad enough. Stranded in Victorian London without her clothes was far, far worse.

Looking around the room, Clara saw no sign of her clothes; only a white nightdress hanging on the back of the door. Eyes lighting up, Clara allowed her sheet to fall and pulled the dress over her head.

Smoothing down the garment, Clara assessed the situation. The material was opaque enough so that nothing was visible in any great detail beneath it. The skirt finished below her knees, while the sleeves terminated halfway to her elbows.

Hardly the sort of outfit Clara would have chosen, but it was better than nothing, the brunette supposed.

A noise downstairs made Clara jump, reminding her that she was in a strangers house.

Clutching a lamp as a weapon, Clara opened the bedroom door and silently crept over the wooden floorboards.

Clara just hoped she wouldn't have to make a quick getaway; adventures through time and space were better carried out when not barefooted.