Universe 1:
Miranda felt a slightly better when the Doctor had mentioned how it had been different the last time. For a moment she had been worried that his entertainment was not something she was going to enjoy. And in that case she would have to request to be taken home. Thankfully though, he was just as concerned about this as she was. Not only concerned, angry. As if the blatant disrespect for human life angered him as much as it did her. She nodded when he spoke about going back on. Though, both had major roles neither were needed during the second Act. That would give them time to look around and see what they could do.
She frowned when he mentioned she couldn’t resist being controlled. “No and I don’t like it.” She stated. “Though it doesn’t seem like I’m completely controlled I still don’t have the ability to change what I say or do during the play. Now I’m fine.” She looked at him. “I take it the injection doesn’t control you like it does the rest of us?” She noted. “Is it because you aren’t human?” It was a strange question to ask. A few days ago she would not have thought she would ever being asking that question seriously. But things change.
Glancing toward the closed door, she looked back at the Doctor. “We probably should get out of here. They might wonder what we are doing back here.” She smiled slightly to herself as she knew what some of her friends would think. Undoubtedly they would tease her and say she was romantically involved. Why else would she go into a small room with a man? Not that it bothered her. People could say what they want it didn’t matter to her. She learned long ago not to let what other people impact your emotions. Let them believe what they want. You know the truth and that is what matters. However, in this situation, they didn’t want to rouse suspicion.
Putting her hand on the door, to pause the Doctor from opening it, she looked up at him. “So, how do you want to go about this?” She inquired. “Should we go snooping around?” She smiled at the idea of getting to investigate it. She had always wanted to be a detective and this would give her plenty of practice. The stakes were high. If these people had no issues controlling others and killing them off, they might not take kindly to the two of them investigating. She wondered if whatever they injected her with would enable them to control her outside of the play. She hoped not. She would hate to have to be forced to turn on the Doctor. Glancing at his lanky form she wondered how a fight between the two would be. As he was taller and undoubtedly stronger he did have the advantage. But then again, she had been trained to fight against larger, stronger individuals. Hopefully, she wouldn’t have to worry about it. She didn’t want her skills to be used for wrong.
Universe 2
Standing by the console, the Doctor smiled as Clara entered.
“Never again. He had whispered to her as he had carried her from that table and into the TARDIS. He would never go back to that cloud. All she had to do was live. Rushing her to New Earth in the far future, he watched as the Sisters of Plenitude were able patch her up. Now, fully recovered, she stood there in her new twenty-first century wardrobe. He briefly wondered if she had been hesitant at first to try on the new clothes he had suggested. After all, she was from an age where very few women wore paints and it was looked down upon. But, if she was traveling with him, these clothes would be far easier for her to run and get through things. The image of her stuck on the roof had shown him that all her full skirts would just get in the way for their traveling. Thankfully, she had taken his advice. And though she looked just a bit uncomfortable he had no doubt she would get used to them quickly. “You look great.” He informed hoping that would calm her nerves.
“Alright,” He said turning toward the monitor. “So where should we go, ehh? Twenty-first century earth? The asteroid of Milozor? The singing trees of Skillana?” He looked at her, his smile wide showing the slightly boyish attitude underneath. “Anywhere you want to go in the universe, just say the word.” He told her.
The shock that she was no longer in her own time and was in the future had occurred when she woke up in the year five billion and twenty-three. Looking down at her face which was fixated on one of the cat sisters, he smiled.
“Yes, she’s a cat.”. He informed her.
“Did I mention my blue box is also a time machine? The look she gave was priceless. But that’s what he loved about new companions. The wonder and amazement at what he took for granted. He was so glad she was here with him. He felt like living again. Seeing the universe. And now that he had someone to show it to, he can.
Getting her response, he nodded. “Alrighty then.” He told her inputting the command. “Geronimo!” He yelled flipping the switch.
The TARDIS jolted as it disappeared and then started through time. As it came back to a stop, the Doctor came over and took Clara’s shoulder. “You’re going to like this.” He said escorting her out of the TARDIS. Stopping, he looked around. This was not where they were going. They were in a tunnel that looked like a junk yard in a railway arch at night. “This is definitely the right place.” He said. He looked over at Clara. “We can always try it again.” He said slightly embarrassed that the TARDIS did this to him now. It liked to do that a lot. He would input one destination and she would take him somewhere else. “You’re making me look bad.” He whispered to the TARDIS.
“Don’t move!” A voice ordered.
Looking over, the Doctor saw two soldiers standing there, both of their weapons pointed right at them. This was not good. Great. His first trip with Clara and things were already off to a bad start. Normally, he liked surprises and a challenge but not now. He had wanted to impress Clara not have her face the barrel of a gun right away.
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) it didn't work. However, even if it did, getting it all to space would be expensive.
A possible crossover idea in the far future. 
