A Fantasy of a Nightmare (Doctor Who fanfiction)

Chapter 13

Before I knew it, I was swept up by the people and hauled onto the shoulders of two rather large men. I could still hear the Doctor in the background, shouting for me to stop. But I don't suppose there's any going back now, is there?
We travel across the mass expanse of flat desert back to the little village, the Doctor in tow and falling quite behind. I can see a large building in the distance, one that towers over the others. The little mob approaches it and the two men carefully drop me at the steps. Someone shoves me a little bit from behind and me and my clumsy self go sprawling head first into the doors of the building. At first all I see is sandal-clad feet. Then as my eyes move up, I can make out a long white shift dress, a head of thick black hair, and a face with an icy expression. Quickly, I stagger back to my feet and attempt to mimic her calm, regal poise. After a long while, she finally speaks with a buttery tone.
"I am High Priestess Kerephthys of this village. And you are?"
"Clara."
I paused, not knowing what to say after that. The townspeople gathered behind me yelled out, "She is a goddess! We saw her defeat Amenhotep's ghost with her bare hands!"
Kerephthys turns to me. "Is this true?" she asked with suspicion in her voice.
I can't speak because of the huge lump in my throat the size of an apple, so I just nod. She begins to circle me like an animal stalking its prey.
"She certainly looks strange- she is not of this land. And her clothes," she looks at me up and down in distaste. "Why, she is merely a little girl! Certainly she can't be a goddess. Perhaps she was simply foolish and got lucky."
Kerephthys turns sharply, her nose aloof. I sigh in relief and attempt to sneak away from the crowd. But they won't have it. "No!" They insisted. I bit my tongue to keep from saying things that were banned under Madame Halton's roof. Oh, where was the Doctor to save me now?
As if on cue, he swoops into the building with a rather funny expression, as if he was trying to look brave. (It didn't really suit him.) He was covered in sand and sticky with sweat, but I didn't care. He was here to get me away from this predicament.
"That's because she's not a goddess!" he yelled. Heads turned and necks craned trying to get a look at the sudden stranger.
"That's right, folks, she is not a goddess. She is simply my, er, assistant, and we were sent by the royal family to investigate your little, um, mummy situation." He whips a piece of paper that looks like a wallet out of his jacket and holds it up. It reads 'Professional Investigator of the Royal Guard'
The people stare in awe. I walk to his side and signal that we've got to leave with an urgent tug of his jacket.
He shifts his eyes and says to the crowd, "But she seems to have handled it quite nicely. It looks like we're no longer needed here!"
We run out of the temple laughing, leaving the people and Kerepthys befuddled.