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Series 8 Episode 8: Mummy on the Orient Express (Part 7)

P.O.V: Clara Oswald

My phone rang. I dropped my papers and answered it hurriedly. It was the Doctor. I let Maisie sift through some more papers as I stood up and walked to the other side of the room, my back facing her. He filled me in on the bad news.

"Look, she's had a bad day. That's all." I said, my voice lowered.

"Clara, it doesn't care." He said urgently. "Her bad day, her bereavement, her little breakdown puts her squarely in its cross hairs. She's next. Every simulation we've run confirms it."

"Okay, but, but we're in here and, if we stay in here, that thing can't---" He interrupted me with some more bad news.

"This thing can teleport." I glanced back at Maisie, she looked alright.

"We need her here. Even the computer agrees." I sighed and turned back towards the wall.

"Okay, so you can save her? Right?" I asked, holding my breath. He saves everyone. Right?

"Of course not. Why would you think that? This is another chance to observe it in action." The uncaring tone of the Doctor stung like a bee sting to the heart.

I held back tears. "As it kills her."

The Doctor responded quickly, "Of course, as it kills her. If it happens in there, it'll be a waste. So bring her to us.

I glanced back at Maisie once more. "How? How exactly? She's never going to agree to this."

"Well, I don't know. Lie to her. Tell her I can save her. Whatever it takes to get her here." With those cold, harsh words he hung up abruptly.

Maisie spoke up. "What's he saying?" I took a deep breath and clutched the phone in my hand. Turning around slowly, I did the unthinkable.

"He says--" I stopped. I can do this. "He says he can save you."

The door opens as we exit. Even Gus knows what's happening. "I knew he could get us out of there. I told you, he's a good man." Maisie said happily. If only she knew the man he really was.

I tried to walk past the door where the Doctor was and into the corridor with the Tardis, but the air wobbled in front of me. Forcefield.

"Yes. Yes he is." I responded absently to Maisie.

"And to be honest, I don't know how convinced I am by this trauma sense thing, but if the Doctor says he can help me anyway, I mean, that has to be a good thing, doesn't it, Clara?"

I didn't respond, as the door opened and we were faced with the laboratory, former lounge. The Doctor rushed over and shook Maisie's hand.

"Hello, again. I'm Maisie." She said happily. The Doctor didn't seem to care.

"Good for you." He said, rushed. I approached him, looking straight at him.

"We passed the Tardis on the way here. Thought about getting inside, hiding, pulling the levers and hoping for the best. But we couldn't even get in. There was a forcefield around it." I said sincerely.

He picked up a scanner and scanned Maisie, gathering whatever kind of information he needed.

"It's probably Gus trying to block our escape route." He said simply.

I turned, trying to contemplate what he said, analyze. "But how does he even know what it is? Cos if he knows what it is, then he knows what you are."

"Well, he has tried to entice me here before. Free tickets, mysterious summons, he even phoned the Tardis number. Do you know how difficult a number---" I interrupted him, finally realizing what happened.