"You see, Clara, the universe is this big… wibbly wobbly mess…" The Doctor started off, lightly guiding Clara to sit down on a bench. They were in a park on Earth in the 21st century, and they hadn't even had to use the TARDIS to get there. By the Doctor's knowledge nothing crazy or exciting would happen in the particular park they were at, especially not at the particular time that they were there. "Some wibbly's are bigger than others, and some wobbly's are more wobbly than other wobbly's. But always, the wibbly requires the wobbly to exist."

Clara was looking more confused and concerned as the Doctor went on babbling. He was usually eccentric with his speech, which could only be expected by someone who wore bow ties, tweed, a belt and suspenders yet somehow managed to pull it off completely. "Really not sure what you're getting at here, Doctor," Clara interjected, her lips pulling into a small, sympathetic smile.

The Doctor let out a brief sigh, he knew he wasn't making sense but that was only because he was doing something very dangerous, something that he had only done twice… well three times if you counted the clone. The Doctor was falling in love with one of his companions, and he wasn't trying to stop it from happening. There was something about her little, quirked half smile that seemed to make him fall all the faster. "You're the wibbly to my wobbly, Clara Oswald," He eventually managed to force out.

Clara's eyes widened and her cheeks began to flush a deep shade of red. If the Doctor was saying what she thought he was saying, and it was very possible that he was, then he was saying that those little secret feelings that she had been harbouring were reciprocated. But that was all too much to believe. The Doctor's own wide eyed puppy dog expression wasn't helping deter her thoughts. "I.. Ah… Sorry?" Clara mumbled out, her brain not able to comprehend, nor react, to what was happening.

The Doctor's face fell instantly, his eyes portraying the hurt and betrayal that had raked across his hearts as he felt he had been rejected. The time lord stood and twisted on the spot, so that Clara could not see the tears that were building at the corners of his eyes. "I see," The Doctor stated his voice calm and collected, "I suppose I was mistaken. See you next Wednesday, Oswald."

"Wait," Clara reached out and grabbed his hand before he could walk away, linking her fingers with his and squeezing very lightly. "Please don't go."