One minute they were running at bre

One minute they were running at breakneck speed through an alien mausoleum and the next… the world had gone black.

Clara awoke to complete darkness. She was lying on her stomach and there was a definite crick in her neck. She tried to lift her head but it immediately struck something solid behind her. There was something lumpy and rather unyielding beneath her. She shifted her weight experimentally and found she was laid out along the length of a body. And oh God she hoped it was the Doctor.

“It’s alright; it’s me.” he whispered, correctly reading her rising panic. “That guard must have had some sort of knockout gas. It seems they’ve trapped us in a casket.” He continued, conversationally, as though it were the most normal place in the world to be imprisoned. Although for them, it nearly was. “Are you alright?”

She gave as much of a nod as the space would allow, bumping her nose against his chest in the process. “Ow. A bit cramped but no worse for wear. You?”

“Bit cramped.” He repeated tonelessly.

A nasty thought popped into her head. “There isn’t… anyone else in this thing, is there?”

“No, they put us in an empty one. It’s not really meant to accommodate more than one body, as it is.”

She relaxed a little, though she noticed The Doctor’s frame remained rigid. She could hear the discomfort in his voice. It occurred to her they would have had to hunch his shoulders up just to fit his whole lanky frame in the tiny space. Awkwardly forced inward, his long arms nearly enclosed her. She almost could have laughed at that – the first real embrace she got from him would be entirely a result of circumstance. She tried rolling over to the side to give him room but without much success. From where her head rested over his hearts, she thought she could hear them speed up just a little.

 “What are you doing?” He hissed.

“I was just… I thought you might be uncomfortable.”

“Whatever gave you that idea?” He deadpanned.

Clara rolled her eyes, though she knew he wouldn’t see it. “Well, what’s your brilliant plan to get us out of this, then?”

“The box is some sort of heavy wood.” He sniffed. “Similar to an oak, I think. We won’t be able to break through it. But if I noticed correctly when we saw them earlier – and of course I did – the hinges are metal.”

“So, sonic screwdriver, it is?”

He made a distracted sound of assent. “I’ll need your help to reach it. Again. I really ought to make a wrist harness for the thing.”

結果 (中文) 3:

一分钟他们正以极快的速度通过一个外星人的陵墓和未来…世界已经变黑。克拉拉醒来，完全黑暗。她躺在她的肚子上有一个明确的克里克脖子。她试图抬起她的头，但它立即打在她身后的一个坚实的东西。有一些块状而不屈的在她。她转移了她的体重，实验发现她被放置在一个身体的长度。哦，上帝，她希望它是医生。“这很好，是我的。”他低声说，正确地读了她不断上升的恐慌。“那警卫一定有某种基因敲除气。看来他们已经被困在一个棺材。”他继续说，谈话，好像在世界上被最正常的地方。虽然对他们来说，它几乎是。“你还好吗？“在这个过程中，她给了她一个点头的空间，让她的鼻子撞在他的胸口上。“自己。有点拥挤，但没有更糟的磨损。你呢？““有些局促。”他重复单调的。一个恶毒的念头突然出现在她的头上。“在这件事上没有其他人，是吗？““不，他们把我们放在一个空的。它并不是真正的意思，以适应一个以上的机构，因为它是。”她放松了一点，但她注意到医生的框架仍然僵硬。她能听到他声音中的不适。她突然意识到，他们将不得不耸了耸肩，只是为了配合他的整个瘦长的身躯在狭小的空间。他笨拙地用力向内，几乎把她围在了。她几乎能笑到这一点，第一个真正的拥抱，她从他那里得到的是完全的结果的情况。她试着滚到一边给他房间，但没有太多的成功。从她的头靠在他的心上，她认为她能听到他们的速度快了一点。 ”你在做什么？”他说。“我只是……我以为你会不舒服。”“什么给了你这个主意？”他面无表情地说。克拉拉摇了她的眼睛，虽然她知道他不会看到它。“那么，你有什么计划把我们带出这一点，然后呢？““盒子是某种沉重的木材。”他说。“类似于橡树，我想。我们将无法突破它。但是，如果我在看到他们之前就正确地注意到了，当然我也确实注意到了，铰链是金属的。”“那么，声波螺丝刀，是吗？“他做了一个分心的声音表示同意。“我需要你的帮助去实现它。又我真的应该为这件事做个手腕。”