When the Doctor reentered the TARDIS, the atmosphere was awkward. The Doctor went straight to the console and he entered some coordinates, aiming to take Clara home.

"I'm the Doctor. I've lived for over two thousand years, and not all of them were good. I've made many mistakes, and it's about time that I did something about that. Clara, I'm not your boyfriend." He said quietly.

"I never thought you were." Clara said, equally as quiet.

"I never said that was your mistake." The Doctor pressed a button and the TARDIS engines sprang into life.

After a seemingly long silence, Clara couldn't stay quiet "Who put the ad in the paper?"

"Who gave you my number? A long time ago, remember? You were given the number of a computer help line, and you ended up phoning the TARDIS. Who gave you that number?"

"The woman in the shop." Clara said.

"Then there's a woman out there who really wants us to stay together." The TARDIS landed with it's familiar wheeze. "How do you feel on the subject?"

"Am I home?"

The Doctor looked sadly at his feet "If you want to be."

Clara sniffed "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry but I don't think I know who you are anymore."

She jumped as her mobile phone started to ring.

The Doctor sighed and turned back to the console "You'd better get that. It might be your boyfriend."

"I don't have a boyfriend." Clara tutted. She took her phone from her pocket and exited the TARDIS, making sure the door was closed behind her before she answered "Hello?"

"It's me."

Clara frowned "Yes it's you. Who is this?" There was something in the voice she recognised.

"It's me. It's the Doctor."

Clara almost dropped her phone "What do you mean the Doctor?"

"I'm phoning you from Trenzalore. From before I changed. I mean it's all still to happen for me. It's coming."

Clara didn't doubt it was the Doctor, her Doctor, that she was talking to now "Why? Why would you do this?" She hissed.

"Because I think it's going to be a whopper, and I think you might be scared. And however scared you are, Clara, the man you are with right now, the man I hope you are with, believe me, he is more scared than anything you can imagine right now and he needs you."

The TARDIS door opened and Clara turned to look at the Doctor. "Who is it?" He asked.

"Is it the Doctor?" The Doctor on the phone asked.

"Is it the Doctor?" The Doctor in front of her asked.

"Yes." She said.

The Doctor on the phone groaned "He sounds old. Please tell me I didn't get old. Anything but old. I was young. Oh, is he grey?"

Clara smiled "Yes."

"What does he look like?"

Clara looked at the Doctor in front of her. She had no idea how to say what he looked like now. Nearly every feature had been covered with old and grey. But there was one way she could you describe him. "Aderyn." she said "He looks like Aderyn."

She heard the Doctor chuckle on the other end of the phone "Like Aderyn but old and grey. Clara, please, hey, for me, help him. Go on. And don't be afraid. Goodbye, Clara. Miss ya." The line went dead.

Clara looked down at her phone and sniffed.

"Well?" The Doctor asked.

"Well what?"

"He asked you a question. Will you help me?"

"You shouldn't have been listening." Clara snapped.

" I wasn't. I didn't need to. That was me talking. You can't see me, can you? You look at me, and you can't see me. Have you any idea what that's like? I'm not on the phone, I'm right here, standing in front of you. Please, just see me."

Clara looked at him. She studied his face "It's not just the fact you've changed your face that is so terrifying." She said quietly "It's that I look at you and I see Aderyn. I don't think you know how much you look like her now. And she hates me. How do I know that's not who you will be? How am I meant to know that you are still the Doctor?" She met his gaze.

"Because I'm the Doctor and I came back." The Doctor said.

She saw it in his eyes. It was always his eyes that gave him away, gave away that, above all else, he was the Doctor. She walked slowly to him.

"Thank you." she said,

"For what?" The Doctor frowned.

"Phoning." Clara said. She threw her arms around his neck and hugged him.

"I don't think that I'm a hugging person now." The Doctor said.

"I'm not sure you get a vote." Clara said, finally letting him go.

"Whatever you say." The Doctor said, too relieved to argue.

"This isn't my home, by the way."

The Doctor looked around "Sorry. I missed."

"Where are we?"

"Um, Glasgow."

Clara grinned "You'll fit right in."

"Do you want to go and get some coffee, or chips, or something? Or chips and coffee?"

"Coffee would be great. You're buying."

"I don't have any money."

Clara rolled her eyes "You're fetching, then."

"I'm not sure I'm the fetching sort." The Doctor said.

"Yeah, still not sure you get a vote." Clara held on to the Doctor's arm as they walked away from the TARDIS in search of coffee.