There was a soft knock at the door a few minutes later.

"Go away!" Clara shouted loudly, her eyes red and streaming with tears. "Leave me alone."

"Clara," the Doctor said, muffled through the door. "I didn't intend to upset you." She could tell he was trying to figure out a way to open the door, but he wouldn't be able to if she was leaning on it. "It's not a configuration I like on you."

"Fuck off," Clara shouted as loudly as the lump in her throat would allow. "I am not in the mood to deal with this right now." She could feel some emotions surfacing that she'd thought were firmly locked away.

"Mind your language. Why are you so upset?" the Doctor asked.

"Oh I don't know," she said, "take a wild fucking guess." She looked down at her fingernails, tears streaming down her face.

"I thought all this stuff with Danny was over, dealt with, finished, compartmentalised?" he said.

"Seriously?" Clara spat, "you think it's that easy? How would you feel if- if- if River," she paused, realising even she knew the answer to this, saying quietly, "died."

"She died the first time I met her, you know that," he said, "I saved her though, quite literally." She could imagine the smug look on his face as he spoke.

"Leave me alone, I need some time to come to terms with the fact you ... vetted Danny," she paused as a thought occurred to her, "hang on," she said whilst standing up quickly. She wanted to see his face as she asked him the question.

The door swooshed open, the Doctor was stood fiddling with some electric cables in the corridor. He turned to look at her, holding a short scaffolding pole under his right arm.

"Did you know?" she said quietly, aiming her eyes, red and angry with tears at him.

"Know what? I know a lot of things, Clara. You're going to have to be a lot more specific, the last time I checked I couldn't read minds, although," he paused, "that is something you seem to have been learning recently," he trailed off smiling.

"Did you know?" she said louder, holding out a hand, taking a cautious pace towards him over a collection of thick black wires. She was hoping she was wrong.

"You still need to clarify-" he started, backing away from her slightly.

"I will not say this again," she said taking another step towards him, "did... you... know," she said with impossibly narrow eyes.

He held out the scaffolding pole in front of him, stepping carefully backwards down the corridor in the direction of the main console room. "I still don't understand."

"Did you know," she paced in front, the pole a couple of inches from her chest, "that..." she grabbed the end of the pole and wrestled it efficiently off him, "and be very careful with your answer."

"I still don't have any clue what you are asking," he said, walking backwards, holding his hands out to his sides as Clara aimed the scaffolding pole. He almost tripped on a patch of wiring, just about keeping his balance, "maybe if you actually get the words out I might-"

"Did you know," she said quietly, before doubling the volume, "he was going to die?" She stopped still.

"Oh," he said, edging backwards, "that." He wrung his hands in front of him.

"Oh that?" repeated Clara loudly. "Is that your only fucking answer?" She knew what his answer was going to be.

"I told you to mind your language in here," he pointed at her, "no expletives."

"Did... you fucking know?" she spat back at him, deliberately swearing.

"Clara, look, you're upset-" he started.

"No shit, Sherlock!" she said loudly, holding the pole against his stomach.

"Sherlock? Do you remember when I pretended to be Mr Holmes at that factory in Bradford? That was a good one, wasn't it?" he replied, smiling at her.

"Yeah it was," she sighed, before remembering the current argument she was engaged in, "stop changing the subject!" she shouted. "Did you know? I will not ask you again!"

"I don't want to upset you any more," the Doctor said.

"You don't want to upset me any more?" said Clara loudly, walking him backwards. "You are not going to upset me any more, I don't think it's possible to upset me any more."

"Listen Clara-" the Doctor started, walking backwards around the circle of the central console.

"Oh I am listening! Listening very intently!" She held the pole underneath his chin. "So start talking. I will do it, you know. Ask your friend Miss Bright."

"I heard," he said sternly, "Clara, what have I made of you? Threatening to stab another teacher? That's not the woman I met looking after those kids, is it?"

"Perfectly justified in the circumstances of her sharing naked pictures of me online," Clara snapped.

"They weren't that bad," the Doctor offered.

"Have a good look, did you?" Clara retorted. "Did you know Danny was going to die? It's a simple question. Yes or no?"

The Doctor stopped walking backwards. "No," he said, glancing at the pole Clara was holding.

"Are you lying to me?" Clara said loudly.

"No," the Doctor said, looking directly at her.

"Tell me what you knew," she said at a normal volume, her eyes stinging, holding her position.

The Doctor sighed loudly. "I went three months into the future, saw you having breakfast at some charming little cafe in Portobello Road."

"I remember that," said Clara, wiping a stray tear away with the back of her hand. "And then?"

"I went forward six months," the Doctor, "he was on the phone talking to you on a Sunday morning, I was just leaving, enjoying the nice day, when I heard some sirens, not unusual in London-"

"You were there?" said Clara. "You saw him just before he died? I don't believe this!" She felt herself getting very angry.

"I obviously didn't realise the sirens were for him," said the Doctor, "but when I went forward nine months and couldn't find him and someone else was living in his house, I presumed he'd moved away, you'd split up. And then I had to come back and fight the Skovox Blitzer."

"So hang on, you did that whilst you were building that thing?" said Clara, "that backpack?"

"I wanted to check whether you'd actually made a boyfriend error," the Doctor said, still at the end of the scaffolding pole, "despite what you may think about me I do actually care about you. I actually quite liked PE."

"Well, you could have fooled me," said Clara loudly.

"And I never, ever, ever want to see you like you were in that graveyard again," said the Doctor. "But I suppose that doesn't count for anything, does it?" he said snidely.

Clara paused for a second. "You really didn't know?"

The Doctor shook his head. "Not then, obviously when he did die I was able to, how would you say, connect the dots."

Clara dropped the scaffolding pole with a clunk and put her head in her hands and couldn't control her tears, sobbing. She supported herself on the TARDIS console. She couldn't stay angry with him for that.

The Doctor moved over to her and stood a pace away. "I'm not overly familiar with the procedure in these situations. What do you need? Tissues? Painkillers? Flowers? I sure I have some chocolate around here somewhere-"

"Flowers? Why would I need flowers?" said Clara, not looking up. She'd polished off the Doctor's emergency chocolate a few weeks ago.

"Isn't that what you give people when they're upset?" said the Doctor.

Clara laughed weakly. "Only if someone's died or we've had a massive argument... or you cheated on me."

"Well none of those things have happened," the Doctor said.

Clara sighed, "of course they haven't." She stood up and held her arms out. "You can give me a hug?" she asked with the intonation of a demand.

"Is this an acceptable time to hug?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," she nodded, "yes it is."

He walked over and she hugged him tightly. He left it a few seconds before returning the sentiment. Clara stood on tiptoes to reach his shoulder as he stooped down. "Am I doing this right?"

"Yes you are," she laughed, tears still coming. "I'm sorry for getting angry at you, you know how I get."

"You're quite the mess of chemicals at the moment aren't you?" said the Doctor.

"Not sure if that's a compliment," said Clara, "but yes."

"So do I need to bite your neck? I'm confused, you said you like it but-" the Doctor started.

"No," Clara shook her head, and sighed. "That would be very, very... weird."

"OK," the Doctor nodded. "Understood."

Clara pulled away after a few minutes, wiping a few stray tears from her face. "Thank you," she said.

"You're welcome," said the Doctor. "Can I offer you anything else? Maybe a refreshing cup of tea?" he held out a hand.

Clara shook her head. "Wine... is what I need," she said treading carefully away from him, trying to not trip over wires on her route to her room.

"Wine? Come on Clara, do you have to do the wine?" he said resigned.

"Yes, yes I do, it's kind of what I do when I'm upset," she said, leaving the console room. "And I'm not leaving my room," she called loudly down the corridor, allowing herself the smallest of smiles, knowing there was none in the TARDIS and that he'd have to leave to go and get some, "until I get some chocolate."