The Doctor and Clara lay in the grass on a hillside, gazing up at the stars. It was a clear night and the view was astounding. He was having the time of his many lives answering Clara's questions and describing the various planets and their occupants. He loved the sparkle in her eyes and the lilt of her laughter, and even that slightly suspicious frown that occasionally crossed her face when she thought there might be just a touch of embellishment to his tales.
"Which one is yours?" Clara asked suddenly.
"You can't see it from here," the Doctor answered quietly.
She sensed that there was something massive being left unsaid, but decided not to pursue that matter just then. They had time. All the time in the world, as she understood it. "All right then, what's that one, there?" she asked, pointing. "The pink one."
"That is Ailuria Seven. Lovely place to visit, just so long as you're not prone to hay fever."
"What?" Clara demanded, propping herself up on one elbow to look at him.
"Well, Ailurians are felinoids. Sort of humanoid…er…well housecats. More or less. Lots of fur, you understand. Very nice people, but they do make my eyes water dreadfully."
Clara swatted his arm. "I think you're making that up."
Laughing, the Doctor caught her hand and kissed it. "So, which one do you want to see?"
"All of them!"
The Doctor bounded to his feet, pulling Clara with him.. "Right then. We'd best get started, hadn't we?"