As she reaches the TARDIS her jog slows into a light stroll as she pulls her jacket closer to her body. [i]Well if the Collector wants to make me into an icicle he definitely chose the right time [/i]. She thought bitterly to herself, chewing the inside of her cheek, a common habit of hers. 

"Good morning Collector," she greets her extra-terrestrial friend but he says nothing but grabs her by the arms and drags her into the time machine.

[i]
"This one's all on you. I'm letting you call the shots for this one. Where we headed little lady?"[/i]

Clarissa blinked at him. Once. Twice. "Are you sure that's a good idea? When it comes to the universe you know a lot more than me,"