She's in her classroom

Clara Oswald squeezed her eyes shut as a chorus of voices echoed through the darkness.

"Naked... naked... naked..."

When she opened her eyes, she found herself sitting in her usual classroom. Books were stacked neatly on her desk, an apple rested beside them. The lesson carried on as if nothing were unusual.

Something felt wrong.

Then a boy looked up.

His eyes widened.

"Miss Oswald, where are your clothes?"

Within seconds, the entire classroom was staring. Some whispered to each other. Others laughed openly. She glanced down and her heart nearly stopped.

Her face burned crimson. She froze, unable to move as panic tightened in her chest. No... this can't be happening. She was naked from head to toe.

Clara tried to cover herself with trembling arms, but it felt hopeless. Every eye in the room seemed fixed on her as the laughter grew louder and louder...