The Doctor sighed. He felt lonely. He'd been feeling lonely for a while now, since he missed Clara. "Why did she have to get that job?" he kept muttering, he still saw her of course, but on her commands. He used to come and get her every Wednesday; he'd go straight to her each time. Back then she was only teaching part-time, and she never liked disappearing off for two days and coming back a minute later, she liked doing everything according to earth time, if she were gone for two hours, she'd return two hours after the time she left. The Doctor didn't really understand why, but he wouldn't argue. Anyway, when she'd been part-time she always had Thursdays off, so she'd go off with him on Wednesday afternoons. Now she had to work five days a week, and there was marking on the weekends. He could still remember when she was explaining,
"You might have to start coming a little less, maybe every two weeks or once a month, I'm really swamped at the moment" her tone was nurturing, she cared for him so much,
"Doesn't make a difference to me, I get to go straight there!" he chuckled as he spoke, looking forward to when he'd next see her, her hair would be that little bit longer, and she may have bought a new dress, and she'd show him, a grin covered his face.
"Well, no, here's the thing." Her voice shook a little, and he feared what was coming, "I feel like since you're not what fully consumes my life, it should be the same the other way round, just because it feels weird when I haven't seen you for a week, and you've only just said goodbye to me." Her brows knitted together as she found the words, "I dunno, just, I thought that maybe" her words kept trailing off "maybe between our time together, you should take a day or two to yourself, that makes it more fun when we're together! Wipe that pout off of your face!" The Doctor tried to straighten out his lips, but he couldn't, she always told him off for pouting, "It's not that bad" her voice dragged as she spoke, she knew it was a bit demanding, "would that be ok? Just try it out, wait twenty four hours until you see me!" she sounded pleased with herself, she couldn't see his hurt.
That was what brought him to now, he'd tried and then visited her, they'd had a fantastic time, and then he had to do it again, every now and then when he'd visit her, she'd tell him she was busy. That made his stomach drop; maybe she didn't want to see him anymore. He knew that her day ended early on that day, on Friday 29th November, he knew she'd be home by three, so he'd be there to surprise her. He couldn't wait until he could see her cocoa eyes glimmer as they met his, her pearl white teeth reveal as her face lit up in a smile that could span the earth, and he'd feel complete again. Finally.
He set the TARDIS to the right time, and off she went, the wheezing filled the air around her, soon he arrived. The TARDIS parked herself out on the pavement by Clara's house, and the Doctor jumped out, his face dropped, it was nighttime. He'd set it to the wrong sort of three o'clock. He could see snowflakes falling around him, first snow this winter, as far as he could tell, and the flakes filled his vision, as his eyes darted to Clara's window. He froze at what greeted his eyes. A statue, there was a statue covering its eyes, otherwise known as a weeping angel.
A weeping angel stood in Clara's bedroom, and it wasn't covering its eyes any longer.