Testing: Clara Oswald

Chapter Five

I just got back from Quebec yesterday, yay! Itwas fun and I got to see a lot of cool places, like Old Montreal and Quebec, the Aquarium, La Ronde, etc. Sorry for not updating in so long, but finally, here is the next part! Enjoy!

Chapter Five

          The sand was bright orange and burned through Clara's shoes. The sun hung high in the sky, beaming down on the two of them. Clara looked up at the glowing sphere. She thought that it was around noon perhaps. She wasn't sure. Maybe this planet had a different concept of time, maybe one day lasted a year.

          This thought troubled the young companion. She looked down at her moving feet. The two travelers hadn't been walking long, five minutes at the most. They had decided it was best just to go till they found something to go off of. Until then, they would have to do.

          After the pair had stepped out of the TARDIS the ship had flown off, as if all by itself. But they both knew who had done it, the one who destined them here to this orange peel.

          As time dragged on, Clara's feet began to ache. So did her head. The silence was unbearable, but she didn't know what to say. She couldn't tell the Doctor that it was going to be okay. She didn't know if it was. For all she knew, they'd be stuck here forever, no water, food or shelter.

          The Doctor didn't know what he was to say to his companion either. He knew that it was his job to make her feel safe and content but how was he to do that when he was so unsure himself. He really didn't know what would come out of this, if they even would come out. It pained him to see her so down, the silence begged him to break it.

          As the hours passed nothing showed. There were no trees or scraps left on the ground. There weren't any animals or other life forms that could be detected with the Doctors sonic. It was a waste land, a dead end. Without hope.           

                  

               Clara stared at her feet as she walked. It was a habit that had been developed today. She watched her feet move in perfect rhythm, one in front of the other, a never ending pattern. It was as if they flowed, graciously. She could feel her head playing tricks on her, the dizziness getting the best of her.

          But she quickly snapped out of it, because something near her feet sparkled. She was sure of it. She stopped in her tracks, staring at the ground. When the Doctor noticed that she had stopped he turned back to look at her. "Clara, what are you doing?" He asked her. She shook her head, motioning for him to be quiet. Her eyes searched the sand, looking for the source of the sparkle. She then proceeded to use the tips of her toes to push the sand away.

          Finally, her eyes found what she was looking for. They widened with excitement. The Doctor had moved towards her and was now next to his companion.

          In the dirt there was a small sparkly bead. Clara smiled as she bent down to pick it up. It felt cold between her fingers. The Doctor watched her, marveling. This was the first thing that had been found in the barren desert. Clara felt a shiver of hope flow down her spine. Maybe they were finally getting somewhere. "What do you think it means?" She asked the TimeLord. The Doctor gaped, his eyes wide too as he stared at the bead. "I-I don't know." He started. He licked his upper lip before he continued. "But do you know what I do know Clara?" He asked. Clara turned to look at him. She shook her head. He smiled at her. "If there's one, there must be more." He told her.

          Clara's face lit up. The Doctor was right. There must be more around. If there's one there's more.

          The Doctor turned away from Clara, staring at the ground, he started to walk away. "Search the sand, see if we can find any more." He told her.

          Clara nodded in agreement. She placed the small bead in her pocket for safe keeping as she started to search the sand for more.

          She and the Doctor walked for a while more before they found another bead. And another, and another, and another. Clara watched as the trail grew. Each bead seemed to be placed an even distance from the first. The trail failed to end. "What do you think it's leading to?" She asked the Doctor, who was a few meters ahead of her.

          But the Doctor didn't answer. He had stopped walking too. He was staring straight ahead. Clara approached him, standing by his side. She searched his face for some indication of what was wrong. She found nothing but blank eyes. "Doctor, what is it?" She asked him. He broke from his sort of trace to look at her. "Don't you see it?" He asked. Her eyebrows furrowed at the question. "See what?" She asked. He nodded towards where he had been looking. Clara followed his glaze.

          Off in the distance there was a big house, like a really big house, a mansion at that. It stood alone with nothing else surrounding it. Clara looked down at the bead trail again. It was headed right towards the house. "Guess we know what the trail was for now." She mumbled. The Doctor nodded.

          "So what should we do? Do we go in?" She asked. The Doctor took a deep breath. "I think we have to. I don't what to picture what will happen if we don't." He said. This time, Clara was the one to nod.

          The companion was quick on her feet; she began to move towards the house, leaving the Doctor behind. "We better get a move on then." She yelled back at him. She heard the Doctor shuffle through the sand. The two travelers made their way to the house.