At the corner of the universe was a diner and in this particular diner were residents that were known as impossible. People that had survived things they shouldn't have all over time and space. The wars that ravaged throughout any corner of the universe left survivors, and they were brought to this diner. Most of them were the remnants of places destroyed by the Last and Great Time War. A few, like Clara Oswald, were survivors of the war on Trenzalore. Engaged and started by the Silence in order to turn the renegade Time Lord, the Doctor, into their personal puppet. Clara had literally stepped in to stop every influence they would have made on his personal timeline. No matter how many faces, no matter how many times, some version of her always stopped him from becoming the Time Lord Victorious. Every echo fought to keep him who he was: The Doctor. The universe needed him to be one and he needed to be one.

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It had been about six weeks since Clara had run into the time-traveler who called himself The Doctor. Life returned to normal, and it left her wondering if those sort of adventures were rare. She had his number if she ever needed to call him in case aliens decided to drop by, but how would she know? No one even knew about the aliens in the Tube before and she definitely wasn't one to go and hunt down conspiracy theories. Clara Oswald was a grown woman who had plans after the Maitlands were well enough on their own. She'd get a job teaching then save up money to go traveling.

All of those plans didn't stop her curiosity from being pinged when Artie and Angie came home that afternoon talking about a rumor they had heard. There was a story going around about an old Victorian manor outside of London known as "Albany Road." Everyone had heard of it of course, but now the old stories of it being haunted were coming back. Clara dismissed their stories as just stories. Ghosts weren't real, and they'd been saying those sort of things for years. Yet, Artie insisted that people had been disappearing. Angie told him he was stupid for believing it, but it made Clara pause. People had been disappearing off the trains and that turned out to be true. What made this different from that?

That weekend Clara took the bus out as far as it would go in town and headed to Albany Road. Something told her there was more to the whole thing than just a silly ghost story. The front gates had rusted and were falling apart. The old manor loomed up the road and it felt like someone was watching her. It was just her mind playing tricks on her. But, then again...

It couldn't hurt just to ask about it. Could it?

Clara dug her phone out of her pocket and pulled it out, finding the contact information of 'THE TARDIS.' She pressed the phone to her ear as it rang and rang.

"Come on, come on! Pick up!"