Future Clara asks for help

At this point, present Clara turned and looked at present Rose.

"Why are you smiling, Rose?" she asked.

"No reason," said Rose with an awkward look on her face. "I guess I just remembered a funny joke or something."

"'Or something' is right," said present Clara.

Then she turned to the mysterious Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come and said, "Well, just don't stand there. Show me how I get even with the lady in red."

"That... might be a bit complicated," said the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come.

"Well, show me anyway," said present Clara.

And just that she saw future Clara looking around in vain for something to cover herself. But all her clothing had disappeared save for her shoes. She did not even have her purse.

Finally she settled for covering herself with a branch of leaves. Two branches, actually. One in front of her. The other behind her.

While she was practicing with the branches, a voice behind her asked, "Who are you supposed to be? Sally Rand?"

Future Clara turned and saw a young naked blonde girl who looked very familiar.

"Hey, I know you," said future Clara. "You're Alice."

"And you're Clara," replied the blonde girl. It wasn't a question.

"What are you doing here?" asked future Clara.

"Someone stripped me of my clothes and sent me here," said Alice, staring at future Clara in a most peculiar way. "Just shortly after the time you took over as the Mistress of Fiction."

"Yes," said future Clara. "That does sound like an odd coincidence. But apparently someone did the same thing to me. She stripped me of my clothes and sent me here as well."

"You mean you're no longer the Mistress of Fiction?" asked Alice.

"Well, officially, I am," said future Clara. "But some mysterious lady in red stole my magic typewriter and used it against me."

Alice just stared at her.

"Okay, your magic typewriter," continued future Clara. "Anyway, I need you to help me get back to my TARDIS and get that typewriter back."

"Wait a minute," said Alice. "You want me... to help you?"

"That's right," said future Clara.

"You want me... to help you?" repeated Alice.

"Of course," said future Clara. "Is there something here you're not getting?"

"You want me... to help you?" asked Alice yet again.

Then Alice started to laugh. And then she continued to laugh. Her laughter grew more and more maniacal in tone until it got to the point where future Clara feared that Alice would never stop laughing.

"I'm guessing your answer is no," future Clara said.