A voice in the darkness, calling her name. Calling her home.
"Just one more step…"
She took that step, and suddenly…she was home. Clutched in his arms so tightly, it was as if he was trying to meld them together…as if he'd never let go. Was this the same man who'd stood there like a lump when she'd flung her arms around his neck in the submarine? Or flailed about like a schoolboy when her other self had kissed him? This man, with his fingers tangled in her hair, and his lips pressed to her cheek, and 'my Clara?'
The moment was forever…and all too brief. But that didn't matter, not really. There would be so very many more moments to come.
She was home.
