What's next?

Going robot-hunting

"So, is the Doctor around here somewhere?" Amy asked.

"I hope not, I don't want any version of him to see me like this." Clara said.

"I don't know, I'm more of a free agent these days." Rose replied. "There'll be more of those things around nearby, we need to find them."

"And what are they?" Clara asked.

"Advance scouts," Rose said, "Their planet is the other side of the galaxy, it takes too much energy for them to fly all the way here, so they send a few of these things. They use up all their power to get to the planet, then drain enough from a local source to open a gateway and bring the full fleet through. If we don't stop them, an army is going to be landing on our heads."

"And you said they'd be nearby?"

"They work together, they don't split up too far."

"Okay, just let me get some clothes on and I'll help you."

"No time." Rose shook her head, "These things move fast. But you can go through the back alley to the next possible location, there won't be any people there."

"I suppose that's the best I'll get. Which way?"

"That door there."

Clara shuffled nervously to the door Rose had indicated, and slipped through. After she had gone, Rose paused a moment.

"Or was it that other door?"

Clara stood on the packed street she had just stepped onto, her eyes growing wide as she saw the amount of people who had a view of her naked body.

"Eep." Clara squeaked, before spinning on her heel and grabbing at the door. It refused to budge, and while she was pulling it all she was doing was giving everyone a view of her chubby backside jiggling and completely uncovered while she had both hands on the door.

Clara gave up, she planted one hand firmly over her crotch and crossed an arm over her breasts, then as she passed through the crowd and realised more people had a rear view she switched that one to covering her rear.

Just after Clara had fled the door opened and Amy came through. She looked around, saw the curvy pink figure running away and took off after her, her shirt gaping open and the seat of her jeans similar.