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.”
一分钟他们被运行以惊人的速度通过外来的陵墓和下一步的......,世界已经黑。克莱拉醒来,一片漆黑。她躺在她的肚子上并没有明确的克里克在她的脖子上。她试着抬起她的头,但它立即遭到一些固体在她身后。有一种块状之下她而不屈。她实验转移她的体重,发现她被击昏沿着身体的长度。哦,上帝,她希望这是医生。"这是好的;这是我"他低声说,正确地读她不断上涨的恐慌。"那警卫必须有某种形式的基因敲除气。看来,他们已经被我们困在棺材里。他继续说,交谈,就好像它是世上被囚禁最正常的地方。虽然对他们来说,这几乎是。"你是好的吗?"她给尽可能多的点了点头作为空间会允许,她的鼻子撞向他的胸口,在过程中。"妈。有点拥挤但没有变得更糟的磨损。你呢?""有点抽筋"。他面无表情地重复。肮脏的思想出现在她的头。"......没有任何人在这件事,有没有?""不,他们把我们在一张空头支票。这不是真的意味着以容纳超过一个身体,因为它是。"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.”
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