It had been three days since Clara Oswald had last spoken. It had also been three days since Danny Pink had died. Most people thought she was in denial, but the doctor knew better.
On the first day, she had been completely blank, not even registering his hand on her shoulder, or the food placed in front of her.
On the second day, she had been blinking back tears, refusing to let even one spill.
On the third day, however, the Doctor recognised the determined glint in her eyes and the furrow in her brow she only got when she was concentrating. So the doctor wasn't surprised when she spoke, and the first words to come out of her mouth were: "I have a plan"
He nodded.
"Let's hear it then."
She whispered something in his ear.
"Hmmm.....that might work, actually" he seemed completely surprised.
"Let's go then!"
She ran towards the TARDIS, unlocking it, and pressing her hands down on the tracker, thinking about Danny. The doctor ran in after her, pressing buttons in quick succession, and pulling a lever. Then they were off, into the unknown.
