AN: Disclaimer, I do not own these characters, even though I wish I could.

Also, this is my first story thing that I am uploading so comments will be very helpful. Please enjoy.

She pottered around the kitchen, looking over soufflé recipes, Artie's books and some random magazines she thought she had lost. She had just finished making a cup of tea when she heard Artie and Angie arguing over something of no importance. She smiled, wondering what it was this time. She stared taking small sips of tea while pondering over her recurring dreams.

Pond-ering,'Pond', that was important, something about a frozen pond. But before that it was something else. She remembered being trapped, in a what? A shell, a robot, a monster, no, an alien. She had died in that dream, to save this man and his friends too. 'Pond'. She had also died in the other dream. It made less sense though. There was a green lizard women and a man that looked like a potato. And an ice lady. But this man was there too. A doctor, no, the Doctor. She tried to remember every detail about him, but like every other time she tried, her memory of the dream seemed to escape her grasp.

She heard the sound of a leaf blower, "Really? Who does gardening this early in the morning?" She muttered to herself. Annoyed because of the disturbance she closed the window. She didn't hear that the arguing had stopped until Artie ran up to her.

"Clara, there's a weird thing that just appeared outside,"

She smiled,"Things don't just appear, Artie. You probably just didn't see it coming down the street." Artie did't look so sure so she went to have a look.

Once she had reached the front door and stepped out onto the porch. She froze. The cup of tea fell from her had and landed with a crash on the pavement. To Clara it sounded distant, all her attention was focused upon the blue box sitting in the middle of the deserted street.