[i]"It's just this place, it seems so empty. I was hoping to see some of my people. I guess they all are gone, even The Great Mother."[/i] At this Clarissa pursed her lips.

"I'm sorry,"the Collector says gently, curling her cinnamon brown ponytail with her finger. He turned away from her. She watched his shoulder hunch forward. It was obvious he was upset. Placing a hand on his shoulder Clarissa was about to offer to give him sometime alone when he turned to Clarissa and jumped up.

[i]"We need to get to the city. I need to know what happened to this place. Hopefully there's someone there that can shed some light on the situation. I don't have a particularly good feeling about this."[/i] And with that he rushed forward, eyes fixated on the city landscape. Clarissa trailed behind, her eyes shifting between the landscape and him.

"Come along Clarissa, we need to hurry." He calls grabbing her hand before practically dragging her across the orange sand. 

"Collector!" She calls out, her posh London accent seeming to cut through the eeriliness of the desert like a warm knife through butter. "Collector, stop!" Clarissa then stops moving, trying to anchor the Collector where he was. "Don't you think... I don't know. You're going through a lot of grieving, losing your... people. Don't you think you should take sometime before jumping headfirst into possible danger? Whatever or whoever killed so many timelords what makes you think it won't kill us?"