oswaldisgone
To be honest, Eisheth hadn’t been paying much attention to where she was going. She’d been preoccupied by the original occupant of this mind who had been trying another one of her futile attempts to get control again. Eisheth had to admit that she found them rather amusing.
However, she was forced out of her amusing argument with Oswald by a sound that was very familiar to said girl. A smirk appeared across her face for a moment, but she quickly hid it and started to speed walk in the direction of the sound. A park. After looking around for a few moments, Eisheth was disappointed to find that the TARDIS was no where to be seen and she took a seat on a bench. She’d barely been sitting there for a few moments before a very familiar figure approached her.
“Now… This certainly is interesting.”
Clara's rather serene resting face had turned to one of confusion when the figure on the bench became clearer. It was herself, but there was one little problem. "You...I don't remember you..." she told herself, thoroughly disturbed at the fact.
