Clara sat in the open doorway of the TARDIS, gazing out into eternity. She wore her favorite red shawl, even though the TARDIS projected a comfortable temperature bubble. The Doctor was a familiar warm presence close behind her.
"I have been one acquainted with the night," he murmured, leaning on the doorframe.
"Say the rest of it," Clara requested, looking out into the endless starfield.
"The first line is the only bit that really suits space travel," he protested.
"There's something in it about time, isn't there? But what I meant was, say the rest of it, just because I like the sound of your voice."
"Well now, how can I resist a request like that?" He sat down beside her, dangling his feet out into space.
"It's so beautiful," Clara said, still lost in rapt contemplation of the stars.
"Funny…I was just thinking the same thing," he replied, wrapping his arm about her.
She settled her head comfortably against the Doctor's shoulder, and he brushed a light kiss against her temple.
"Now then…'I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain - and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light…'"