Clara closed Emily's door behind her and turned to put her forehead heavily below the spy hole. She banged her head lightly on the door several times, feeling tears sting her eyes. She considered knocking, wanting to apologise again, but thought better of it. Instead dabbing the moisture in the corner of her eyes with her right index finger. She was upset, angry and annoyed.

She walked down the corridor slowly, finding the communal stairs and venturing outside to return to the TARDIS. The cool evening breeze hit her, as the streetlights punctured the expanse of black in the sky. She looked back towards Emily's window, visible from this side, the light was still on, curtains open. She almost turned back around but stopped herself.

Clara opened the door to the TARDIS, disappearing inside.

"What are you doing back already?" said the Doctor as she shut the door, still tinkering on the lower levels. He stopped what he was doing and walked up to meet her. "Judging by your previous form I wasn't expecting you back until at least Sunday," he laughed to himself. "You appear to have set a new personal best."

Clara stormed loudly across the floor and pushed him aggressively in the chest, almost catching him off balance.

"Don't you dare, don't you even dare," shouted Clara, tears brewing in her eyes. "Did you know?" She pushed the Doctor in the chest again, almost causing him to fall down the stairs. "You... you..." she wanted to say the word 'bastard' but couldn't quite get it out, "I hate you sometimes."

"What are you talking about?" said the Doctor, brushing himself down. "Why are you so..." he pointed at her face, "eyey and upset and loud?"

"Oh, I don't know," she said increasing her volume, "maybe the fact you dropped me off two weeks late." She stood a foot away from him, pushing him in the chest again, although this time there was no effort behind it.

"Oh," he said, "that." He smiled widely at her.

"So you knew?" she shouted, "I do not believe this." She turned around and folded her arms.

"The last trip drained the batteries, looks like we're stuck in here in the Windy City for as long as she takes to recover. Although having been outside I'd say it was only mildly breezy, not that windy."

"Two weeks late Doctor," spat Clara.

"I didn't think you or Bitey would notice," he said.

"Well, she did," said Clara loudly. "Funnily enough she noticed I disappeared off the face of the earth for two weeks."

"I told you she was good," said the Doctor, "at breakfast."

"That was nine weeks ago!" She snapped. "I haven't seen her for eight weeks after you insulted that high Priest, it is the only thing that has been keeping me going..." said Clara, "and now she hates me. So thank you very much."

"I'm sure she doesn't hate you," said the Doctor. "Do you want me to go and speak to her?"

"Dear god no," said Clara, "don't even think about doing that." She moved towards the corridor to find her bedroom. "I'm going to see her tomorrow, so now instead of the night of sex that I had planned, I am going to spend the night alone in my bed here upset."

"Come on Clara, don't be like that," he said, going to follow her.

"Don't, Doctor. I am angry, I am upset, I am on the verge of crying... These are all things that I should not be. I am in no emotional state to be anything else tonight," she said. "You could have at least told me!" She felt another surge of anger build up. "She thinks I've ignored her for two weeks!" Clara shouted, walking back towards the central console, pointing herself at the Doctor.

"I'm sure-" the Doctor started, trying to edge away.

"We are at quite a... delicate stage," Clara said loudly, "and this is the last thing I need."

"Look on the bright side," the Doctor smiled, still backing away, "we're stuck here now, think of this as a free holiday!"

"A free holiday?" snapped Clara. "We have a time machine, I've been on free holidays for the last four years!"

"I have a time machine," the Doctor retorted.

"Oh, so I'm just here making up the numbers am I?' Clara shouted back, "well that's just great."

"No, you're not," the Doctor sighed. "All I was saying was we're stuck here for a bit, so let's make the most of it, eh?"

Clara groaned loudly. "Fine," she said. She stalked back towards the corridor, going in search of her bedroom, grateful that the TARDIS hadn't hidden it as she wasn't in the mood to play games.

She slammed the door behind her, kicked her shoes off, threw her coat on the floor and sunk onto the bed, cuddling a pillow.

After a while of feeling sorry for herself, she fished her phone out of the back pocket of her jeans, wanting to compose a message.

She quickly wrote a simple message.

: I'm sorry. Please let me make it up to you. X

She debated the 'X' on the end for several minutes. She hovered her finger over the send button before deleting the message, figuring she would let Emily decide what she wanted to do.

Clara set her phone on the bedside table, covered herself with the duvet and hugged the pillow again, as a single tear trickled down the side of her face.