PROLOGUE:

Clara stood in the Doctor's workshop in the town of Christmas, on the planet Trenzalore. The Doctor was a very old man now, and he was dying. "Clara." he said. He pulled out a rolled up piece of paper. "Bring this to the TARDIS."

"What is it?" asked Clara.

"It's my will." replied the Doctor. "I am going to go out there and face the Daleks… They will watch me die."

"B-but, Doctor, there's got to be a way!" said Clara. "You can't die!"

"I'm afraid I have to." the Doctor said. "Everybody dies. Even me."

"But,- but…" Clara was frantic.

"I'm sorry, Clara, but Trenzalore is where I end. Now just take my will."

Clara, tearing up, looked down at her feet, then reached in front of her, and took the will.

"Also, take these." said the dying Doctor. He took out his sonic screwdriver and his psychic paper. "Bring it all to the TARDIS."

Tears were streaming down Clara's face. "O-okay."

"And one more thing." said the Doctor. "Open the psychic paper."

Clara did. At first it was blank, but then the words, "Goodbye, Clara." were written across the paper.

She ran up and hugged the Doctor. "Goodbye, Doctor." she said, still crying.

"Goodbye." he said. "Now get to the TARDIS, and she'll deliver everything."

Clara began to walk off, sadder than she had ever been, while the Doctor stood up. "Well then." he said. "Geronimo."