Enter the door on your left

You enter the room, draped in shadows, and just as you’re about to slam the door shut, to keep Missy out, you find the door slamming closed behind you, and you realize it’s to keep you in.

As you rest against the door, catching your breath, the feeling slowly returning to your legs, you hear a familiar voice.

“Out of the frying pan into the fire.” Clara Oswald steps out of the shadows, smiling. “Did you really think you’d seen the last of me?” she asks, as she strides towards you, flexing her bamboo cane between her hands. “When there’s so much education still to be done.”

You flinch, ready for her to use her cane on you, but she comes to a stop, resting it on the floor, her hands placed on top of it.

“Do you remember that TV of yours, the one that sucked you in earlier?” She looks at you with curiosity, waiting for your response, and then continues, “Of course you do, everyone remembers their first suck.” She smiles, a glint in her eyes. “I remember mine, back on Trenzalore, being sucked into The Doctor’s timeline, spawning so many different versions of myself, all of them doomed to die saving him.” She pauses, looks down to the ground, as if remembering the parts of herself she’s lost, but then raises her head, staring straight at you. “And then I was about to die - that's the last time I get a tattoo, believe me - and The Doctor taught me that I could die another day, so, control freak that I am, how could I not offer that same opportunity to those other Claras, plucking them from their timelines just before they met their doom, gathering them up to enjoy themselves before those final breaths.”

From out of the shadows, so many Claras emerge, all dressed differently, but all staring at you with the same ravenous look in their eyes, all smiling the same wicked smile.

“This is my legion of Clara Oswalds, all living their last tick of the clock, and you will keep them entertained,” Clara says, raising her cane. “Trust me, it won’t be easy... they don’t call us the impossible girl for nothing.”