Inside the supermarket

"Right," she whispered to herself, trying to think like the resourceful schoolteacher she was. "First, find something to wear. Then... figure out how to get back to my time."

Clara crouches behind a shopping trolley, hoping no one has noticed her. As she peeks over the trolley, she quickly realizes it's not exactly an effective hiding place.

Thinking fast, she grabs whatever she can find to preserve a little modesty, first flowers and then armfuls of groceries. She awkwardly slips through the aisles, constantly ducking behind displays whenever someone walks by. Every near encounter raises the tension as she tries to stay out of sight while searching for a better solution.

By the produce section, she improvises even more, using large fruit and vegetables as makeshift cover while trying to blend into the displays. For a monent she playfully places apples over her bare breasts, but then realised her situation and shook herself out of it.

Suddenly an old lady stood opposite Clara.

"Excuse me dear, could you help me?"