Clara awoke to see the Doctor dozing in a chair beside her bed. He looked so peaceful in sleep - so much younger with his eyes closed. His bow tie hung crookedly from his collar, and his hair had fallen down onto his face, a state which Clara did not often see him in.

Stretching her arms, she sat up and found herself in silk pajamas with her hair down against her back. This alarmed her slightly, as she distinctly remembered falling asleep in her kimono and hair up in a bun. Slowly, the previous night's memories came flooding back, and Clara shuddered at the thought. All she wanted to do was get out of this place, but they didn't have the TARDIS, nor did they have any other means of transportation. And even if they did, where would she go? It was 1910, and no train or boat could carry her back to her cozy little home in 2013.

The Doctor shifted in his chair slightly, and Clara went over to shake him awake. She shook his shoulders but was met with no response, so she took his hand up in hers. Instantly, his eyes fluttered open.

"Thank you," she said softly, before he had a chance to speak.

He lifted his hand up to cup her cheek. "Oh Clara, my impossible girl, I would do anything for you."

Clara gestured to her pajamas.

"About that," he said, flustered, "You looked uncomfortable while you were sleeping, so I went out and knicked you a night shirt and pants. Seems that the women in geisha Japan only wear fancy-wancy robe sort of things, so I got a pair of small men's pyjamas. I hope you don't mind. Oh! and I left your undershirt on, i–if that's what you're worried about."

At this point, his face was tomato red. Clara just laughed and hugged him. He smelled amazing, like fall and cherry blossoms, and his arms were strong around her.

"So," said the Doctor, releasing at last, "What should we do today?"

After a day of ballets and foreign cuisine, Clara was exhausted, and wanted to rest for a while. She had no intentions of going to any other parties, seeing as last night's had been a complete disaster. She suggested to the Doctor, who was looking around excitedly for another thing to do, that they go back to the hotel room for tea. Grudgingly, he lead her back to the vine-covered building, but as they were about to enter, a street merchant called out to them.

It was a fortune teller, saying that she could see Clara's future. Clara decided to humor this woman, so she went to the booth and sat down in the chair. The Doctor pulled his Sonic out of his jacket and wandered a few metres away to inspect something or another.

The merchant was wearing a cloak, covering her face. Clara noticed that her middle was round, and that she was most likely pregnant, and in need of money. She took out a bit of money and slid it along the table, towards the merchant. The merchant did not take it.

"Welcome, Miss Oswald." she cooed, and Clara asked how the merchant knew her name.

"I am a fortune teller, I can tell anyone their name, but only special ones can be told their futures."

Confused, Clara pushed the money even further, earning a smile from the merchant.

"I do not require money. Especially not from you, Miss Clara. You are one of the most special people that I have ever had the pleasure to encounter. A time traveller, are you? And that man you were with, he is not a man at all, is he? Not human like you and I?" Clara shook her head.

"Hmm," the merchant said, pausing a moment in thought, "You care for him, though you may not have realized it yet, but I see on the horizon that you will develop strong feelings for him. You must be careful though, dear. He has seen many things and will only open up to people whom he cares for very much."

The merchant looked over Clara's shoulder, at the Doctor, who was leaning against the wall of the hotel. "He cares for you too. More than you know. He tries very hard to hide this fact, though, for he is afraid of getting hurt. I can tell that there is definitely a future between you two, one you should pursue," the merchant smiled at Clara taking her hands and leaning in towards her ear, "Just remember, when he is finally ready, do not be afraid, do not falter. It will be the best decision of your life."

With a final smile and thanks, Clara got up and returned to the Doctor. She tossed the merchant's words over in her mind, trying to decide what to make of them. What did she mean, there was definitely a future between her and the Doctor? With the shake of her head, she concluded that the merchant was probably crazy, and to not take what she said seriously.

When they were back in the room, and Clara back in her pajamas, her and the Doctor got to talking about their childhoods.

"Mine was fairly boring," she said, "growing up, making soufflés with my mother. Getting through school. I guess things were pretty different after my mom died, my dad kind of retreated within himself. He always looked lost without her." Clara smiled at the memory of her mother.

"I don't like to talk about my childhood," the Doctor responded.

"Then tell me about one of your favorite memories." Clara asked. He began to describe a world with wonderful color, with another person. Clara did her best to listen, but couldn't help but get distracted.. Watching his face express every emotion he felt, his words lighting up his eyes as if a weight was lifted, though it was only for a moment. In that moment that he revealed his true self, she realized how much she felt for him.

The sudden realization hit her - how much she needed him in her life, how lost she would be had she never met him, how much her heart would break if he ever left her. Clara was able to push away these thoughts enough to notice that the Doctor had stopped talking.

"Clara," he said quietly, with a concerned look, "You're crying."

Embarrassed, she wiped her face. The Doctor smiled shyly, and his face turned serious.

"I'm sorry that I can't find the TARDIS. I can't imagine how horrible last night was for you. I just don't know how to get her back." The Doctor looks down, ashamed.

"Doctor?" Clara asks, "How did you know to come and help me, last night?"

He looked up at her, his eyes showing an emotion that Clara had never seen before, "When I saw that man talking to you, I got a bit suspicious, but I knew you were just trying to be polite. I didn't see you leave, but as soon as I saw your empty seats, I ran outside and grabbed him off of you. I didn't want to fight him, it is not the way that I do things, but I had no choice. He hit me, and I just pushed him into the house, where the hostess had followed me into the hallway. I feel so badly, Clara. I should never have left your side."

Clara, suddenly overcome with emotion, got out of her chair, went over to the Doctor, and, without even thinking, planted the most gentle kiss on his soft, warm lips.