More people than she'd expected

Clara heard voices. Biting her lip to stop a nervous squeak, Clara came to a hasty halt, pulling back and pressing her back to the wall, ass brushing a roundel, just before an open doorway. She took a deep breath, trying to stop her heart from pounding.

"No, no I wan't do it!"

Clara faltered. Ok, definitely a guy's voice, but it... really didn't sound like the Doctor. What was going on?!

Nervously, cheeks warming, Clara stuck her head around the doorway. A red-haired guy was standing there, holding aloft what seemed to be a crystal and... talking to it? Ok, not even in the top ten strangest things she'd seen, but what was he doing-

He glanced down, suddenly catching sight of Clara's flushed features, and almost dropped the crystal. Squeaking, Clara drew back, blushing face and bare shoulder leaving view.

"Who are you?" he said.

Clara started running back the way she'd come rather faster, gratefully turning around a corner and silently hoping he hadn't gotten a glimpse of her departing ass.

Ok, so not content with leaving her wandering around without a stitch on, the TARDIS had apparently decided to make her run past people... somehow. Clara took a deep breath, and stopped, listening for footsteps. It sounded as though he'd been lost to the TARDIS's reconfigurations too.

Fidgeting slowly, Clara turned on the spot, keeping an eye out for any doorways leading to anything that seemed even close to her room. Nothing stood out; she groaned.

"You can quit it now," Clara said. "Or at least let me get dressed, then start giving me the run-around, ok?"

There was a beep from behind the walls; Clara rolled her eyes. Well, might as well get this over with.

Crossing her arms, Clara started walking faster. After a few seconds she started running. Sooner or later she had to find her room again, right?

She turned the corner, and almost crashed into a slightly curvy blonde. A blonde who was, well, apparently just as naked as she was; Clara did a double take, the blonde squealing in a mirror of Clara's own squeak, holding one arm over her chest, while another hand dipped lower to hide her pussy.

Right, now there was a thought; Clara adjusted her crossed arms and dipped one hand lower too.

"TARDIS not like you either?" the blonde said, in a slightly posh-sounding english accent.

"Y-yeah," Clara squeaked.

The blushing blonde suddenly barrelled past Clara; Clara yelped.

"Hey, what's-" Clara began, but the blonde had already vanished around a corner. Clara groaned; she didn't know whether or not it was a comfort to know the TARDIS apparently did this to other people too. Or if that was just an illusion.

Taking a deep breath, keeping her arms as they were, Clara kept going. One slender arm over her tits, the other low enough to try and hide her crotch, all the while leaving her long legs bare and doing nothing to hide the fact she was very much stark naked.

Come on, come on... where was her room? Where was anyoen's room? There had to be clothes somewhere!

She sprinted around a corner, and almost crashed into another blonde. This one at least was dressed; her eyebrows shot right up at the sight of Clara, as Clara squealed.

"S-sorry," Clara said. "I'm- uh-"

The blonde looked her up and down; Clara flushed.

"Oswin?" the woman said. Clara blinked.

"O-Oswald," Clara said. "Clara Oswald. I, uh, I'm not sure what's-"

The woman paused, then sighed, more tired than anything.

"Romana," she said. "Let me guess. You travel with the Doctor, something happened, the TARDIS took a dislike to you, and now you can't find your room but you can find a lot more strange people you've no idea who they are."

Romana seemed weary. Clara blinked, squirming a little on the spot.

"Y-yeah," Clara said. "How'd you-"

"Do you really think you're the first person I've had to explain this to?" Romana said. "I don't know why she keeps pointing you all to me."

"Who are you?" Clara said.

"I told you," Rmana said. She sighed again. "I travelled with the Doctor, either before or after you. The TARDIS is a time machine, it can reconfigure its corridors in more than just the three dimensions you're used to, you can run into events from your past, present and future."

"And do you know how I can get back to my room?" Clara said. Romana shrugged.

"Unless you've got a spare century to learn advanced temporal and chameleonic engineering," Romana said. She exhaled again. "It'll happen sooner or later. Now if you don't mind, we're having a bit of trouble with the embodiment of all chaos in the universe and I need to get back to it."

Swiftly, the blonde walked past the nude Clara and vanished into her own time. Clara squeaked.

At least that explained where all the other people were coming from. Unfortunately it didn't leave her any closer to getting dressed.

Flustered, Clara kept running.