Clara woke up to a black figure with a Scythe standing over her. "Who are you...?"she asks timidly.
"Well examine the situation a bit Clara, you're a smart girl you can figure it out," the figure states.
Clara presses her fingers against her neck and feels her pulse and notices that it is very slow and that her neck feels cold, even though she had sweat on her forehead. "I'm... cold... "
The figure nods and holds her hand. "And what about your pulse Clara?"
"My heart is barely beating..."she shivers. "I'm dying...?"
The figure squeezes her hand gently. "Shh... don't be afraid Clara..."
She shivers, "So you're... the .. the... grim reaper?"
He nods and rubs her hand. "Yes I am, but you don't need to fear me... I'm here to help, to help you into the peaceful overworld."
"But I... The Doctor.. he needs me I can't go..."
"I'm pretty sure that you don't have a choice."
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