{GIRL ON THE SWING}

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"It is a bit rubbish, isn't it?"

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"It is a bit rubbish, isn't it?"

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Willow is sat on a swing in a small park and a small girl comes up to her "Hello,"

"Hi," Willow smiles slightly, leaning her head on the metal chains.

"Why are you sitting on a swing?"

"Why shouldn't I?"

"Because you're old,"

Willow laughs "Yeah, yeah I guess I am,"

"Why're you here? You don't have kids with you," Despite the questions, the girl's very cheery.

"Would you believe me if I told you all my kids are grown up?"

"No," the girl says quickly

"Why not?"

"You look too young,"

"I thought you thought I was old?"

"You are. But not that old,"

"Thanks," Willow laughs and the girl sits on the other swing

"My mum says she can't wait for me to grow up,"

"All mums think that," Willow tells her, "But when you do grow up, she'll wish you were little again,"

"Hm," the girl looks like she doesn't believe her "My mum also says I shouldn't talk to strange people,"

"Ah, you mum's right about that,"

"Are you strange?"

"I don't know," Willow thinks "I think I'm probably way past strange," there's a pause and Willow starts swinging slightly as the girl looks at her. 

"Are you lonely?"

"Why would I be lonely?"

"Because your kids are grown up and you look sad. Have you lost something?"

"No," Willow shakes her head

"When I lose something," The girl starts and Willow tries not to smile "I go to a quiet place and I close my eyes, and then I can remember where I put it,"

"Good plan," Willow tells her

"I'm always losing things. I lost my best pencil, my schoolbag, and my gran, and my mojo,"

"Your mojo?"

"I got it back, though." The girl grins

"That's good then, hey?"

"What did you lose?"

"My..." Willow isn't sure how to put it "My friend. Me and my husband met her twice before and we lost her both times, and now..." Willow trails off "I don't think we'll ever find her again,"

"Have you been looking?"

"Yeah, everywhere,"

"That's sad,"

"It is a bit," Willow sees a brunette woman in the distance, talking to a blonde "Hey, is that your mum?"

"Yeah, I'd better go and see if she's all right,"

"Yeah, I think you should,"

"How are you and your husband going to find her?"

"Well, the first two times we met her, we just sort of bumped into her, so my husband thought maybe if we just wandered about a bit, one of us might bump into her again. You know, like destiny, sort of,"

"That's rubbish," The girl rolls her eyes

"It is a bit rubbish, isn't it?" Willow smiles "He's not the brightest person sometimes. Hey, maybe I'll tell him we should find a quiet room and have a good think about it instead,"

"That would be better," The girl starts walking away "Goodbye,"

"Bye," Willow waves

"Miss," The girl turns "I hope you two find her again,"

"So, do I," Willow smiles and looks ahead as the girl goes up to her mum.

"Who was that?" the girl's mother asks

"I was talking to a sad woman,"

"Look, Clara Oswald, what have I told you about talking to strange people?" Clara just rolls her eyes, looking back at the swing where Willow's gone. 

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