Hello everyone! I am SO SORRY it has taken so long to get to here, I completely forgot! Well, this is the last chapter anyway. I hope you enjoy it. Should I write any more Doctor Who fanfiction?! Perhaps after series 9 is aired, or one before then after the last? Anyway, enjoy the chapter and thanks for sticking with me!

What was she doing? Packing? Really? Clara shrugged and threw a pair of sandals on top of the wellies she had. Who knew where they could go?

John – the Doctor – had come over after she'd stormed out to ask her if she was all right. She'd responded quite bright-eyed – probably too bright-eyed – and he'd stared at her a little warily before shrugging and going away. Clara hoped he was still next door. If he wasn't, she'd find a way to get to him. There was always a way.

Perhaps she should tell him she was coming, and not just spring it on the poor man. Yes, that was probably better.

A knock later, the Doctor opened the door and gave her a small smile. "Hello, Clara."

"Doctor," she started, breathing heavily, "listen, I'm sorry. I'm sorry about walking out yesterday and I'm sorry about not telling you things and I'm sorry about being pretty useless right now and I'm sorry- I'm just-"

"Clara," the Doctor interrupted with a smile. "It's okay. Everything's okay. If you don't want to come away yet, that's all right. I can wait."

Oh, he was so adorable. "That's just it! I- I don't want you to have to wait."

He looked confused, and cocked his head to one side. "You...want me to go without you?"

"You honestly have no idea about human emotions, do you, Doctor?" Clara asked smiling. She chuckled and shook her head. "Doctor... I want to come with you. Today." His eyes lit up and he clapped his hands, doing a weird jiggle with his legs as if unsure how to express his obvious delight. "Um, are you okay? You look like you need the toilet. Do you even go to the toilet?"

"Oh, Clara, this is fantastic!" Then he stopped and frowned. "What made you change your mind?"

"Perhaps it was the banana I had this morning." She winked and his face broke out into a wide grin again. "I'll, um, just go and get my case. Then we can go."

"Yes, yes! I'll get everything ready." He shut the door and Clara could hear him cheer behind the wood.

"Um, these walls aren't that thick!" she shouted.

He cut off abruptly, opening the door to whisper, "Sorry," before shutting it again. Rolling her eyes, Clara went back into her own apartment. Well, would it be hers any more? Should she sell it?

These questions which, only a few weeks ago, would have terrified her were now oddly inviting. She threw a few more possessions into the case and scoured the living area for anything she had missed. By the mirror above the fireplace, she picked up a folded piece of paper and looked down on it. Her finger traced the writing and the picture on the card.

She sniffed and walked over to the sofa, sitting down slowly. Could she really just do that – leave? Would she ever come back?

Reaching over, she grabbed her mobile phone and speed dialled Andy. He picked up on the third ring. "Hello?"

"Andy!" Clara exclaimed. "Andy, Andy. Um. I have something to tell you."

"Okay," he said uncertainly. "Shoot," he pushed when she didn't carry on.

"I'm going away," she spluttered out. "Travelling. With my new neighbour."

"Wow. Really?"

"Mhm."

"Wow."

"Is that all you have to say?" she asked, not sure whether to be annoyed that he wasn't curious or pleased that he seemed all right with it.

"What else can I say? If you're going travelling with...him?" She affirmed. "Him already, then you guys must really like each other. I hope you have a great time. Do you know where you're going?"

She bit her lip, then replied, "Um, no, not exactly. Somewhere awesome, though, I hope."

"Somewhere awesome," he echoed. "Are you calling to tell me not to drop back or something else?" She gave a small smile.

"I'm not sure if I'm making a bad decision. I won't have a job, I don't even know if I can get phone signal. It'll only be me and him – what if I decide I don't like him any more?" Fat chance, she thought, her mind drifting to his Labrador eyes.

"Clara, if you're that uncertain, don't go. But if you think that this could offer you something else, you might as well go. Look before you leap, but if you can see the other side there's always a way back."

"Hmm," she said thoughtfully, and then smiled. "Thanks, Andy."

"And if you don't have phone signal, make sure you take my address and write to me!"

"I will!" she replied chirpily, hoping that the TARDIS had reception for O2. She didn't know if it had a post box, but the phone signal seemed like the better bet.

"Have fun," he reminded her.

"I will," she replied. "Stay safe up North." She disconnected to his chuckle.

Decision finally, not-going-backily made, she stood and placed the paper on her coffee table, taking a photo frame from the ledge instead. Danny Pink's Order of Service lay on top of a coffee ring, the hymns and speeches from inside forever burned into Clara's mind. Yes, he had left her, perhaps not through his own doing, but he most definitely was not coming back. It was time for her to move on with her life, she thought, the matted picture still giving a glare in the light.

Her case zipped, she gave one last look at the apartment, dropped the key in her pocket and slammed the self-locking door.

"Doctor!" she cried, banging on the door, the photo frame knocking against her in her jacket pocket. It might break her heart to do so, but she'd have to put the romantic silhouette of her and her ex-fiancé in her case so it didn't break. The Doctor opened the door and smiled.

"Ready?" he asked, a baby glow about his soft features.

"Definitely," she replied, stepping in to the apartment and circling the blue box.

"Then let's go," the Doctor whispered, pushing the door open and stepping inside with an extravagant wave of his hands. "All of time and space."

"Somewhere awesome," Clara murmured to herself, taking in the grey glow of the beautiful expanse laying before her.