What's next?

Clara finds a friend

Clara jogged up to the building, her rear end jiggling in the tight panties. The crowd was still trailing behind her, recording her on mobile phones. A few of them mentioned that they were already livestreaming her. She felt her face burning red in embarrassment, as one hand moved to cover her backside, for all the good it did.

She grabbed at the door of the building, opened it and threw herself inside then lay her back against it, bare chest heaving.

"Oh god..." she breathed to herself, "Oh my god. Why did I follow that robot?"

"You're following the robot?" a voice to her side made Clara jump, and then tumble to the floor, hands out to her side. A girl stood over her, long straight red hair framing her pale face, her slim body clad in a red tartan shirt and blue skinny jeans. "Wow, you're really not wearing many clothes." the girl observed in a broad scottish accent.

"Who are you?" Clara asked, covering her chest again with one arm.

"Amy Pond. I was following that strange robot, I thought it might help me find a friend of mine."

"Pond? I recognise that name. You know the Doctor?"

"He's the friend I'm trying to find my way back to. Who are you?"

"Clara Oswald. I don't think you'll know me, your Doctor hasn't met me yet."

"He hasn't mentioned you. But he can sort the whole thing out when we find him. Come on, I think I have an idea where to go."

Amy held out a hand, which Clara took gratefully with the one that wasn't hiding her chest. Amy pulled her to her feet.

As she did, there was the sound of tearing fabric. Both women looked at each other.

"What was that?" Amy gasped.