Clara woke up as the Sun was rising, the myriad stars now hidden beneath a veil of red. Slightly hastily, she sat up. Damn it, so it wasn't a dream. She really was stuck here. Quickly she got dressed again, pulling on her dress; ok, it was a little dirty now, but alone or not she wasn't going to go tramping out in the woods in just her underwear.
Her first order of business was to track through the broken branches she'd left in her wake yesterday, back to the fruit trees. After the snack, she took the long walk back to the clearing the TARDIS had left her in. The square indent had almost completely faded. Clara sighed, then turned back around. She took the time to renew her message to the Doctor, laying out sticks to spell out the same, before she trekked back to her makeshift campsite.
Hours of waiting pointlessly later, she started searching for civilization, walking up the side of the river for as long as she could, taking detours to get around plants where possible. When her legs grew tired she sat and sighed, drinking from the running water when she could. It seemed clean.
"Hello?!" She shouted periodically.
The best she got was the rustle of birds. When it seemed like half the day had passed, a demoralized Clara turned and hiked back to her campsite. The sky was turning dusky when she made it, though it was still bright. She glanced down at herself, a few more tears in her dress now even exposing the cups of her bra, and a few glimpses of her legs. She sighed. Slowly she stripped her dress off. If nothing else she'd clean it; she shook it for a few moments to hopefully get dirt out, before stumbling out to the river. She glanced form side to side again. She was definitely still alone.
Still, she was a little nervous when she started to paddle, the water getting deep quickly. Carefully, Clara soaked her dress, scrubbing it with her bare hands beneath the water. It was hardly professionally clean, but it would do. Then she glanced down at herself; well, she was wet as it was...
Clara waded back to her campsite. She wrung what water she could from her dress, then lay it out flat to dry, weighed down with stones and her shoes. In retrospect she probably should have done that sooner; hopefully it'd be dry when she wanted to sleep on it.
With another nervous glance around, Clara stripped out of the rest of her clothes. She tugged her panties down her legs, and unclasped her bra, then hurriedly returned to the water.
They were important to clean too. She hooked her bra over one arm as she worked on her panties, then slipped in a sudden current. She stumbled, grabbing hold of her bra with her free hand, but losing her grip on her panties. Her eyes widened.
"Oh no, no..." Clara muttered.
She couldn't walk in the deep part of the water! She struggled for a few steps, then kicked off to the side, splashing noisily and running stark naked down the shallows of the river, chasing her panties, still desperately clinging on to her bra.
"Ah!"
A tree grew too close to the river's borders. Awkwardly she sidestepped, and instead of running naked she had to swim, ass up in the air. She hadn't wanted to do this; while standing it was easy to keep track of her panties. Now she couldn't see them; she swam for a few moments, then straightened, whimpering slightly.
Where were they?! Oh god, she couldn't lose track of her panties, she couldn't! But there was no sign. She stared hopelessly down the water ahead of her in the fading light, the river rushing past her bare pussy. Clara closed her eyes and let out a frustrated groan.
"Any time now Doctor," she muttered, making the naked trek back to her campsite.
She didn't put her bra back on. She wasn't going to wear her bra without panties; it was uncomfortable enough as it was, and she didn't exactly have modesty to protect, not here. Still, her cheeks were somewhat flushed. Weary, she climbed back up to the rocks.
Another day, and things were just getting worse.
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