[+] 1 Echo of Clara Oswald
Snow. At least earth. But snow? Wrong time, as so often.
Instead of running outside in shorts and a loose shirt, the woman went back inside the blue box for a while in which she changed into clothes that would fit the cold temperature and few snow flakes that fell from clouds in the afternoon sky. Jeans, yes, but instead of a shirt, a warm sweater, and on top of it a coat with fur around its wrist and neck, kept in shades of a natural brown. Of course, not to forget a long scarf with it. Now it was save to go outside into the cold. Which of course the Time Lady did right away, TARDIS' key on a thread around her neck below all those layers right after locking the door behind her, and Sonic Screwdriver in the coat's right pockets.
It might not have been the sunny weather the Doctor aimed for, and there were certain memories with snow that one rather not recall, but it still was a wonderful sight as she stepped through the soft blanket that had formed on the paths, both hands in her pockets. Her attention really did not focus on anything, simply wandering about. That was, until the moment her eyes spotted a familiar brunette. One the Doctor would recognize everywhere, and clearly had missed dearly.
Which was the reason that with barely a moment of hesitation, not even thinking about what consequences this might have, the Time Lady moved both hands in the air over her head, waving frantically while slightly bouncing on her heels, calling the girl's name with a smile of excitement on the Gallifreyan's face. She was aware that this Clara did not know her current regeneration, but Clara was not yet one of the lost. She was there, and in reach. And the Doctor would not pass up on it. At least to her own knowledge it was the Doctor's impossible girl.
