Lost in Space
{ closed with @wastedingenuity }
Ohhhhh boy.
Clara had no clue where she was, nor could she find the Doctor OR the TARDIS. And no one on this planet seemed to speak human English.
The brunette decided to wander the streets, jumping and shying away from any and every alien she came across. She finally reached a tavern and went inside. Thank god. A human being.
Clara took a deep breath and tapped on the blue-haired man’s shoulder.
“Erm. Pardon me. You haven’t seen a blue nineteen-sixties police box around here anywhere, have you?”
“Nope.” The elderly scientist responded without actually looking up. He hadn’t seen anything interesting that night, letalone her oddly specific example. He downed a shot glass of some sort of sci fi alcohol, then finally turned in his chair to look at Clara.
”I-I’m starting to think that drug dealer outside the bar fucking scammed me. He sell you some shitty stuff, too?”
The brunette hummed in annoyance. Where ever did the Doctor go? She rested her hands on her hips and shifted her weight to one foot. “Damn. No strange man with a bow tie either, then?” Clara gave the old man a strange look when he mentioned a drug dealer. “Is that the strange-looking thing that kept trying to grab at my jacket? I thought it seemed weird, but who am I to speak? I have no idea where I am.”
