Hi, this is my first more-than-two-chapters fanfic. I was really encouraged by your reviews, and even though some are negative, I am still so thankful to them. I also want to dedicate this chapter to those who favorited and followed my stories, and especially densitivacaskett (I am sorry if I spelled your name wrong), the first one to review my stories. Thank you, and enjoy!

Clara Oswald was adjusting the controls of her TARDIS. "Ashildir," she called to the immortal girl. "Where do you want to go next?"

A brown haired girl wearing black boots and a leather jacket appeared in front of Clara. She had come from tinkering with the TARDIS. "What about Woman's Wept?" she asked. "Just, let's not go to Earth again, I hate these trousers."

Clara smirked. "I think it compliments your body really well."

Ashildir rolled her eyes. "Well, why don't we visit Akhaten?"

Clara's eyebrows shot up. "Akhaten?"

Ashildir nodded. "I mean, if it doesn't hurt you too much."

Clara folded her arms. "Why would Akhaten hurt me?" she asked, looking at Ashildir pointedly.

"It was your first trip with...with him," Ashildir replied, shrugging her shoulders. "But if it doesn't hurt you too much, maybe we could visit Merry Gelejl."

Clara gasped. "You know Merry?"

Ashildir rolles her eyes. "Of course I do, Clara," she said. "Merry Gelejl is the most famous Queen of Years yet. She ended the cruel feeding of the Queen, and then spent years of charity work, spreading hope and tales of..." Ashildir trailed off. "Wait a second," she realized. "You met her when she was the Queen of Years, didn't you? When she was still a child?"

Clara nodded. "Yeah," she replied. "She was really smart. She memorised so much at such a young age. Now, as a schoolteacher, I personally know how the development of a child's mind works, and that is really not expected." She sighed. "You know, I do want to visit Merry when she's a charity worker. It would be nice to see if at least one person remembered me." She pulled the lever, and the TARDIS began to whirr. The thought of travelling cheered her up.

Clara excitedly exited the TARDIS doors, grinning. She glanced back on the TARDIS, which had turned into a beautifully furnished wooden wardrobe. Clara opened the doors again, and looked at the interior. She giggled. It reminded her strongly of the magic wardrobe in Narnia.

Smiling, she faced front again. She was in a museum, filled with statues, paintings, fountains, flowers, and other trinkets. She saw a display where there was a floating disc, and every few seconds, it would pulsate with violet light.

"Ashildir!" Clara knocked on the door. "Hurry up! It's beautiful!"

Ashildir's muffled voice came from inside. "Patience, Clara. I'll just finish the repairs. And then I'll explore." Clara heard a clanging.

And then, Clara heard Ashildir's voice. "Um, Clara," she began, sounding worried. "Remember when we bumped into a mountain?"

"Yes..."

"Well, it seems that it was actually a cover from a spaceship, and since it recognized our TARDIS for being, well, a TARDIS, it's automatic defense system was triggered."

Clara was growing increasingly worried. "And?" she asked.

"The automatic defense system was to lock on a controls immobiliser, and then set a bomb that's due to go off exactly 2 hours from now," Ashildir said. Clara heard her whisper softly to herself, "and counting."

"Alright, OK, um, how do we stop this?" Clara asked urgently.

"Disable the bomb - from outside."

"Can't you disable the bomb? Seeing as you're inside?" Clara asked.

"No!" Ashildir exclaimed. "I'm in total darkness, and I'm also suffocating. The immobiliser shut down the TARDIS' soul, too."

Clara swallowed hard. "Is it dead?" she asked.

"No, just asleep."

"Ok," said Clara. "Ok. I will get you out of there, Ashildir. I promise." This visit just got a whole lot harder, she thought.

"Clara," said Ashildir again. "I'm immortal. I'll just be reborn. Since this is just an immobilser bomb, it'll just immobilise my body functions. So, yes, I'll die, but I'll be reborn. It's the TARDIS we have to worry about."

"OK," Clara said uncertainly. "And why is that?"

"Because without a TARDIS, there is no way out. I might be able to finally get out of here, because the doors will be unlocked, but other than that..."

"We're stranded," realized Clara.