Clara stared at the bug. It was flying around in circles and it wouldn't stop bumping into the window. Feeling the urge to let it out she leaned towards the pane and opened up the window. It hit the glass again. She groaned just as the Tarids started to materialize outside her apartment.
She leapt up and almost instantly ran downstairs to the ground level.
"Doctor!" She yelled.
"Clara!" He shouted at her. She grinned and pulled him in for a hug. "How are you, Doctor?" She asked. "Get up to anything new?"
"Fought the Daleks, sonic-ed a few Cybermen, but nothing really new, what about you?" The Doctor asked.
Clara shrugged. "Watched a fly bump into a window."
The Doctor beamed. "I watched a fly bump into a window once. Well, except the fly was really the Queen of England- long story," He said, after Clara gave him an odd look.
They both beamed at each other and walked into the Tardis, Clara never wanting the moment to end.
RIP Eleven.