The Collector piloted the Tardis through space, not really looking for a particular location. He landed it in London because he usually always did. As he did, he placed a call from the phone inside the Tardis and called up Clarissa.

"Hey, Clarissa, it's The Collector. I am bored and in need of an adventure. You in? I'm in the square, meet here in 10."

And that point in time Clarissa was lazily sipping at a large mug of tea, it was only half 7 in the morning and the sun had begun to appear over the clouds in an array of colours. In her half-asleep state she wasn't ready for the blasting sound of her phone, sat next to her, to fill the room with it's loud ringtone, giving her the fright she needed to wake her up.

"Hello?" She calls gently into the phone for the Collector's voice to come shooting through at the speed of a bullet, "Uh, collector?" She tried to interrupt toward the end of his call but he hung up. She gives a sigh, she didn't particularly want to immerse herself in London's crisp winter air but she wasn't going to pass up a chance like this, they had the best of adventures. So whilst sighing she quickly get changes and jogs over to the square to be greeted by the alien and the TARDIS

He looked over and saw Clarissa arrive. He knew he could count on her to come accompany him on an adventure. This time though he wanted her to take control of the situation and pick somewhere they should venture to.

The collector grabbed Clarissa's hand and pulled her behind him into the Tardis. He led her over to the controls and put her hand near them.

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

As she reaches the TARDIS her jog slows into a light stroll as she pulls her jacket closer to her body. Well if the Collector wants to make me into an icicle he definitely chose the right time . 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.

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

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,"

He looked at Clarissa and smiled. "I've been all over the universe on my own will and I've been itching for someone else to lead. Go ahead, pick a place, any place. I'm curious to see what you have in mind. Haven't been in the back seat of the Tardis ever, I don't think."

With that, he took a step back and watched her anxiously, awaiting to see what course was running through her mind. Eager to see exactly where she wanted to go, he gave her a slight nudge with his elbow.

"Come on, don't be shy, you can do it."

Clarissa pursed her lips, eyes drifting to the controls. If you could go anywhere at anytime, where would you go? She didn't have the faintest idea. There were so many places, so many times. The opportunitkes were endless. She stares blankly at one of the levers for a short while until the Collector snaps her out of her deep thought but nudging her.

"Come on, don't be shy, you can do it."

That was when an idea crept into her mind.

"I've never seen your planet," she says

He looked at her and winced. He really didn't know what it would be like going back to his home planet

"My planet, you say? Well I haven't been back there since I've left. I really don't know how they will react to me coming home. But i do suppose it is quite different now than it was back then. After all it's been quite a long time since I've been gone. I guess going back might not be a bad thing after all."

With that he came over to the controls and moved Clarissa out of the way. He started entering coordinates on a key pad. He watched at the destination became his home planet and he reached over and pulled a lever. The Tardis whirred and purred her lovely sounds, as she headed off for his home planet of Galliffrey.

She watched him, waiting for a reply. He winced, leading Clarissa to give him a questioning look.

"My planet, you say? Well I haven't been back there since I've left. I really don't know how they will react to me coming home. But i do suppose it is quite different now than it was back then. After all it's been quite a long time since I've been gone. I guess going back might not be a bad thing after all." The Collector says.

"Come on," Clarissa nudges him with a large smile spread across her face. "It sounds like a great place,"

It wasn't long before the Collector, lightly pushing Clarissa out of the way, takes the controls and starts pushing buttons. Clarissa walks toward him, peering over his left sboulder, the smile still on her face. Evantually the Collector pulled a lever and Clarissa allowed all other sound to drown out of her ears, replaced by the TARDIS' whirring and purring

It wasn't long before the Tardis arrived at the planet. It was almost instantaneous really.

The Collector opened the doors and stepped out onto his home planet. It was odd to be back after so long, but he felt a sense of comfort at the same time. He turned around and motioned for Clarissa to come follow him. As she came behind him he started to run a head, through what looked like a desert, with a city on the outskirts of the dunes. He stopped a way ahead and waited making sure she would catch up with him.
She caught up with him and he went ahead quite a ways, to a desert clearing with what looked like a large wooden shack.

The Collector opened the door and stepped inside, leaving it open for Clarissa. Then he looked around and noticed it was empty and deserted, as if no one has been here in quite some time, years, decades, centuries even. He sat down on a bench that was attached to a wall and fell sunken, his face into his hands, with a sense of sadness that the place was a wasteland.

He watched as Clarissa entered the shack and sat beside him.

It wasn't long before the police box landed. The collector stepped out onto the planet that he once called home before beckoning Clarissa to join him. She stepped out of the TARDIS to what seemed to be one of the most beautiful deserts she'd seen.

The ground was covered in soft burnt orange sand that was easily manipulated by each of her steps, just as sand on Earth did. The sky, too, was a burnt orange. 2 golden suns were rising from the opposite sides of the planet covering Clarissa's face with a scorching heat. The clouds, seeming slightly more orange in the orange sky, lingered overhead, not as if they were there to make a nuisance of themselves but to add tranquility to the sky.

Clarissa was so intrigued by the planet it took her sometime to notice the collector, who had patiently stopped for her. She caught up before noticing where he was taking her, a small wooden shack. It sat in the middle of the desert, looking very out of place in the orange scenery. She was about to enter the shack when she turned to take in the scenery once more when she saw it. How she missed it in the first place she didn't know but ahead sat wait was obviously a city. Its buildings reached glorious heights and contrasted with it's background perfectly. The Timelords, she had decided, were not all as crazy as the collector.

Evantually Clarissa was able to draw her eyes off the scene and went into the shack to be slightly disappointed that there wasn't a world inside but all that was forgotten when she saw tbe Collector there, head in hands.

"Collector?" She starts gently, swiftly moving to the bench he was at and sitting next to him "What's wrong?"

He lifted his head up and looked at her. "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."

Turning away, he felt the wave of sadness come over him, but he had to be strong. He was The Collector after all and his will was strong. He had to uphold that.

He turned back to Clarissa and stood up. "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."

That being said he started out the door making sure Clarissa was following. He scanned the horizon to see if anything could be seen along the cityscape, but he didn't notice a thing. Then double checking just to be sure, he saw some shadowy movements along the outer edges of the city.

"Come along Clarissa, we need to hurry." He grabbed her hand and pulled her off into the distance towards the city.

"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." 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.

"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." 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?"