The Doctor meandered down the hall toward the TARDIS control room. After checking on Clara to make sure she was all settled in bed, he had popped off to the kitchen for a midnight snack of Jammie Dodgers. Suddenly, he heard a loud noise from the TARDIS control room, as if lots of people were yelling at something all at once. He quickly went tearing down the hall toward the noise. He burst into the control room and skidded to halt. He stared, slack jawed, as the twenty or so Claras in the control room whipped around from where they were spread around the control room and looked at him.
"What happened?" the Doctor choked out.
Suddenly, all the Claras started talking all at once. The Doctor covered his ears from the noise.
"Stop! Stop, stop, stop!" the Doctor yelled, waving his hands above his head. He snapped his fingers and pointed to the closest Clara. "Who was the first Clara to step foot in this room?"
All of the Claras looked at each other for a second until one Clara raised her hand. The Doctor walked over and stood right in front of her.
"What happened?" the Doctor asked again.
"I had to use the bathroom, so I got up and ended up meeting a holographic leopard. When I went to go get back in bed, my bedroom was gone. I came here to demand her give it back and we got to talking and then she was being stubborn so I told her to do her worst and this happened," Clara said, motioning toward all the Claras spread around the control room.
The Doctor rubbed his face tiredly.
"You really shouldn't have asked her to do that," he said wearily.
"Well, I know that now, thank you," Clara retorted. "But this wouldn't have happened if she hadn't hidden my bedroom."
"She didn't hide your bedroom, Clara," the Doctor said exasperatedly. "Why would she do that?"
"Because she doesn't like me!"
"No. You just weren't looking hard enough," the Doctor said matter of factly. "Here. I'll show you."
The Doctor turned toward the door that he had entered the control room from. He strode the few steps to the door and pressed the button to open it. The door slid open to reveal the inside of Clara's bedroom. He stepped back and motioned inside.
"See. She was even nice enough to bring it to us."
All the Claras started to argue with him at once.
"TARDIS! Will you please restore Clara's time stream so that it matches my own!" the Doctor yelled over the noise.
The TARDIS beeped and suddenly there was only one Clara standing right next to him.
"Thank you," the Doctor said, relieved. "Now here's your room, Clara. Maybe if you would stop forgetting your way around, this wouldn't happen."
Clara opened her mouth to argue. The Doctor pointed at her and checked his watch.
"It's one in the morning. Why don't you try to get some shut eye? Big day planned tomorrow."
Clara frowned, but turned on her heel and went into her bedroom. Once the door was closed, the Doctor spun toward the console of the TARDIS angrily.
"Will you stop hiding her bedroom?" the Doctor demanded.
The TARDIS beeped in response. He ignored her answer as he advanced on the console.
"How long was she in here before I showed up?"
The TARDIS beeped again.
"Thirty minutes!" the Doctor exclaimed incredulously. "I'm surprised they all survived."
He turned around and started to walk out of the TARDIS control room.
"I don't want that part of her timeline to come true," he scolded the TARDIS. "No more hiding Clara's bedroom."
The TARDIS beeped as he walked out to go to his own bedroom.
"Thank you," he said appreciatively.
The TARDIS sat silent for a few moments except for the whirring of machinery. Suddenly, a strangled yell pierced the air.
"Where's is it? Where's my bedroom?"
A noise that sounded suspiciously like laughter emanated from the TARDIS.