I don't know where I am.

I am everywhere. And nowhere. And somewhere, twice, three times, four.

I am dying.

And living.

And flying.

And falling.

And coming apart at the seams.

Yes, that is it. I am coming apart. I am splitting atom by atom. I don't know if I have atoms. I don't know where I am.

I know who I am, though. That is something. Something to cling on to. Everything. Or maybe nothing. But it is me.

I am the Impossible Girl. I was born to save the Doctor.

But I can't. I'm spinning out of control, I'm falling, I'm dying, I'm spinning, I'm blowing in the wind of everything and I don't know where I'm going. I don't know where I am.

But I'm not alone.

I suddenly realize this and it shocks me. I don't know why. Where am I? Who are you? Who am I? My name... My name is...

I don't know. I'm the Impossible Girl. I have a name.

And this other person, this other consciousness forced into the Vortex where it doesn't belong just like me. I don't know you. I don't know me. I don't belong here I don't belong here I don't know where I am.

Can you help me?

I can't find my memories. They are scattered like leaves in the Autumn day. I have seen so many Autumns. And none. Or none. I don't know where I am.

And I am exploding, erupting, scattering, being unwoven and tossed about Time and I am dying.

Help me.

I need to save the Doctor.

And then for a moment I am her and she is me. She shares her memories and helps me find mine. And she holds me together.

I remember now. I am Clara. I am Clara Oswin Oswald. I am The Impossible Girl, the Doctor's Impossible Girl.

And she is the Bad Wolf. She spread her name accross the universe and she can see Time.

And she is Rose. She is Rose Tyler and she is afraid, so afraid the she will loose her Doctor.

I can help you. We can save the Doctor. The Bad Wolf and the Impossible Girl.

And then I am rising. I am flying and twirling and I catch the breeze and glide.

Clara Oswin Oswald, London, 1892. I am falling from the sky. I die.

I don't know where I am. I just know I'm running.

Clara Oswin Oswald, New Earth, the year five billion and fifty three. I die on the Roadway.

I am everywhere. I am born and I live and I die.

Clara Oswin Oswald, 1942. I die in Manhattan.

Sometimes it's like I've lived a thousand lives in a thousand places.

Clara Oswin Oswald, born on Venus, died in the Dalek Asylum.

The Doctor. Always there is the Doctor. Always I'm running to save the Doctor again and again and again. Most times he can't see me. He doesn't hear me. But I've always been there. But I always save him.

There are times he does hear me.

A snowy alley in Victorian England. He stops to listen.

A Prison of Prisons on a planet filled with Daleks. I call out with music. He stops to listen.

And wherever I can I write two words, two words for Rose. Two words that mean hope and life and the end of everything and the beginning of everything. Two words that mean nothing, except to the Doctor and Rose.

Bad Wolf.

Bad Wolf, graffiti on an alley wall with my young friends.

Bad Wolf, the name of a missile, suggested by the mechanic's young daughter.

Bad Wolf, spray-painted onto a police box by the boy I am watching over. ("Run you clever boy, and clean your mess up for this nice man. I'll tell your father on you if you don't.")

Bad Wolf, a huge letters in chalk on the pavement.

Bad Wolf, words that appear on the screen of a Telly because a total screaming genius hacked in to send a message to the Doctor.

To save the Doctor.

Go, Rose. Go save the Doctor.

And then she is gone.

I am the Impossible Girl. I was born to save the Doctor.

I don't know where I am.

I don't know where I'm going or where I've been.

I was born to save the Doctor, but the Doctor is safe now.

I'm the Impossible Girl, and my story is done.

But I live.

I keep living.

I'm still going. I'm still running.

I'm still alive.

And for the heck of it...

... One more adventure