Clara was wandering aimlessly around the corridors of the T.A.R.D.I.S just for fun, thinking about The Doctor and wondering which was her Doctor? She'd seen all of him, all his faces. She knew him better than anyone. She thought back to when the Doctor had picked her up in that little 'snog box' of his and they saved the world. Alot. Clara really did fancy him, those big sad eyes she used to love. She even admitted that she fancied him on the planet called christmas, Almost. But that was when everything changed. When her Doctor regenerated into another man. Another person almost.
Clara spun in a circle back towards a door that had caught her eye as she wandered, an old wooden door with panels and a bronze handle. As Clara moved towards the door she saw more details on it, big circles and little circles around the door frame, circles with chunks cut out, interlocking with others. It was strange to Clara because these were the same markings that she saw all around the T.A.R.D.I.S in the corridors every day, it should have been no surprise for Clara to find gallifreyan on the T.A.R.D.I.S but this door was different, older. As the rest of the T.A.R.D.I.S moved, changed shape and colour around it, this door, and whatever resided behind it, stayed the same no matter what.
Clara concluded that the door was obviously exceptional and curiosity was beginning to get the better of her as she stepped slowly and tentatively up to the door, her hand reaching out for worn brass handle. Clara wasn't sure if she was supposed to be there but she felt she needed to know what was behind the curious door. Everything was moving smoothly until, just as Clara's fingers were a hair's breadth away from touching the handle there was a well timed cough from right behind her. Clara's heart gave a start, she leaped a foot in the air and spun around to find The Doctor towering over her, hands on hips, grim expression and eyes locked on hers.
'And what are you doing?' The Doctor asked, face betraying nothing.
'I was just wandering about and... I ... uh...' Clara tried.
'Clara,' The Doctor started in his lovely Scottish accent that made Clara melt inside, although she teased him. 'That door' He continued 'is really very... important. You can't go in. Sorry Clara.' The Doctor said no more and averted his eyes from Clara's face, the strong unnerving glare from a minute before diminished. This puzzled Clara, however, she decided not to argue, she spun on her heel, then left and of course respected The Doctors wishes but that didn't stop her speculating what could be behind the door. It was very intriguing.
The Doctor looked up when he heard Clara's footsteps disappearing down the corridor and watched her leave. He cursed himself, how could she have found it? Did he want her to? Well, he must have, and that worried The Doctor , was he losing control? Was his mind getting weak or... no, it wasn't him it was the T.A.R.D.I.S playing tricks. It had to be. Yes, he thought. It's the T.A.R.D.I.S she thinks it's funny. The only problem with this was that the T.A.R.D.I.S must know something he didn't and that means his subconscious, there was something there. Something that made him want to show her that room...