Clara Holmes?

Part 4 of 7

[A week ago in the Tardis' pool house]

I'm already in the pool and wonder why the Doctor needs longer to be in a swimming trunk than I do.

It's going to be weird to be half naked with the Doctor like it was the first time where he brought me on a Spa planet. I'm serious, the whole planet was a Spa. It was a small planet, like the half of the earth or so, but even on the streets you saw massage tables and it was really quiet everywhere.

I wonder what kind of planets are out there. We've been to Space Vegas, at least on our second try. I won a total of £50, well I know it's not much, but for the fact that the Doctor only had let me bet like £5 (he once had a companion, he told me, who he took on Space Vegas once as well, but she couldn't stop playing and betting anymore, so he brought up this rule) it's a pretty good sum.

'Ah there you are. Already wondered if you got lost.' I say with a bit wonder as he comes in. He looks a bit muffled as I say this to him. Hmm. But only like seconds later his face goes normal again, like he threw the possible assault away and rebooted or something like that. He is weird sometimes, maybe it's because he's from another planet. While I'm deep in thought about the Doctors mystery, he rubs his hands and takes his white bathrobe off. But... but,... oh my god.