Re-routed. [Leto]
The watch was brilliant. Press a button and a tiny holographic map if The City showed up. It was better than psychic paper, and if she ran into anyone else to talked like her gran, might give her a little bit more credibility in the world saving department. She kept the map open as she ran, which made it difficult to remember to look both ways before crossing the street --
HONK!
"Sorry! Sorry!" Clara apologized to the irritated motorist who stopped just in time. There was a twinge of terrible, overwhelming guilt just then as she stared at the driver shaking his fist at her. Her face fell. Her heart ached. She'd almost just died a boring, ordinary death. Her large, expressive eyes sparkled but she didn't cry. The car honked at her again and Clara had just enough sense to walk to safety on the other side of the road.
Before she could dwell, Clara looked down at the map on her watch and noticed that the map had shifted again.
"No! No! No! Why won't you let me go where I want?" she shouted. Clara looked up to check her surroundings, and found herself standing in front of a rather ordinary apartment building with two doors facing the street. Reluctantly, Clara remembered what Peggy said and checked her belongings. The address on her ID and key matched. One of the apartments was hers.
Clara exhaled, deeply irritated and pointed up accusingly at the sky, "Listen you! City, or whatever you're called! You brought me here. You knew what you were getting! Now there are people getting hurt. Why won't you let me help you!"
She probably looked a bit mad, shouting up at the sky, but she didn't care.