"The Doctor told me that you have a special medicine in the TARDIS. I need it. Like…now." Clara number two was shifting back and forth on her feet looking incredibly nervous. The Doctor flung his sonic screwdriver in future Clara's direction like a weapon. "Please, he doesn't have much time."

"Doctor," the real Clara said, "what's going on?"

"You really are a future Clara? But how? Where am I? Where's the TARDIS?" The Doctor looked completely flabbergasted.

"You gave me this…this um…" she peered at the metallic bracelet on her wrist. "Oh! Trans-dimensional teleportation device. You gave me this before you were too worse off. Actually now that I think about it…it's my job to tell you to give this to me before you're too worse off. I hate time travel." She pressed a hand to her head as if the whole thing was giving her a headache.

"Yes, well. Still awkward. Do you have any proof you're not some sort of alien here to kill us or something?"

Future Clara looked hurt. "You don't believe me? Well, fine, be that way…um, I know there must be something…" The real Clara stood there totally bewildered. She was looking at her future self. It was strange. Like looking at a moving mirror image. "Oh!" Clara number two yelled making her and the Doctor jump. "This!" She thrust out her arm and flaunted the silver bracelet. Clara sucked in her breath. The bracelet the Doctor had given to her as a homesickness gift only moments before.

The Doctor looked satisfied but still faltered. "I'm sorry I can't interfere with my own time stream. Its number one on the 'never do' list." Future Clara seemed to deflate.

"Well, what about me?" Real Clara said. "I can go run into the TARDIS and grab the stuff you need. I would be interfering with your timeline, not you."

The Doctor considered this as he twirled the sonic around his index finger and then nodded. "Yes. That will work."

"What does it look like?"

"It's purple in a glass cylindrical vial in the infirmary. It's on the bottom shelf you can't miss it."

"Oh, bottom shelf. Thank God." Despite everything, the Doctor smiled. Clara bolted off for the TARDIS and the purple miracle drug.

The Doctor stood in front of this second Clara and somehow just because she wasn't the present Clara made her alien and strange. He stared at her, trying to find some sort of fault but knew he wouldn't find anything. It did sound like the kind of thing he would do. Send Clara back in time to save him. But what could have happened to him to make him send Clara alone? "What's happened to me?" The Doctor said, never taking his eyes off the trembling figure before him. She stared back with those massive brown eyes but didn't look ready to speak. "Hold on. I forgot you can't tell me. Spoilers." He relaxed a little and smiled at her. She seemed relieved that she didn't have to answer.

"He told me not to tell you anything. Or…you told me not to tell you. It's very confusing…"

"Yeah, it really is." He sat down on the beach chair. Suddenly that brilliant sky didn't seem so brilliant anymore. It was tainted now with this new obstacle. Someday, he thought, he'd show Clara something beautiful without it going wrong. Someday he would make her truly happy because that's all he really wanted for her. But how could someone like him make a wonderful girl like her happy.

"You need to live." Clara made him look up. "For her. For me…" Clara was trembling from head to toe though it was nowhere near cold outside.

"Why are you acting like this? Where's all of your Clara Oswald spunk?"

"My Doctor is dying. My Doctor is dying and I just…every second I spend here, he's getting a bit worse and I can't do anything because I'm a stupid human. He always saves me. He's always there and now I can't do anything!" She kicked up sand and wrapped her arms around herself as if she was afraid of falling apart.

"What do you call this, then?" The Doctor waved his hand around Clara. "You being here. You call this doing nothing?" He flashed his best smirk for her and made her blush.

"Well, I…"

"Doctor!" It was Clara. His Clara. She came sprinting from behind, holding a purple glass vial in her hand. "I got it!" She tossed it to her future self when she was in close enough range.

"Good luck, Clara Oswald." The Doctor said as Clara fiddled with her metallic device.

"You too…" And she was gone.

Clara and the Doctor stood there for a good thirty seconds before he finally sighed and turned around. He planted himself in one of the white beach chairs and peered out into the beautiful sunset.

"Is everything okay? Aren't you worried about what's going to happen to you?" Asked Clara as she took a seat in her own beach chair.

"Of course I am. But right now, we have a good hour left of this sunset and I don't want to miss it. Enjoy it now, Clara. We might have some hard times on our hands in the near future.

They did enjoy the sunset together as they talked and laughed about the ocean but the Doctor's thoughts were miles away from this beach and somewhere in deep in the chasms of his mind.