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Chapter 14 – Epilogue

Three days later Clara finally found the energy to get out of bed. Her intention had been to read Pete's book and she had started, but as soon as she had reached the point at which the protagonist fell madly in love with a woman called Clara she had to put it aside again. She busied herself cleaning his desk, arranging and rearranging the items on it, dusting off the typewriter when she noticed something stuck in it. Clara carefully pulled it out and realized it was a letter addressed to her. Quickly she unfolded it.

My dearest Clara,
when you read this I will be gone. I know I won't make it through therapy and you know it as well. I'm sorry that I couldn't be more for you. I'm sorry that you only came into my life when it was already too late. But I want you to know that for me you still made all the difference in the world. Thank you for loving me when I had forgotten what it felt like to love and be loved.

I was expecting you to turn down my marriage proposal, although I had really hoped otherwise, so I wrote my last will in advance, in which I am leaving everything to you. I have no other living relatives, but should any problems occur, don't worry. I have spoken with the landlord and paid the rent for six months in advance. I also left money in the Ginsberg poetry book that should help you cover your bills until you have found work. I am sorry if you feel like I have disregarded your wishes, but I needed to know that you would be taken care of. My hope is it that you take what I'm offering you and use it to build a better future for yourself.

I am also leaving you my finished book. Please, read it and know that every single word in it belongs to you, for without you I would have never had the courage to write it.

Thank you for your love and kindness, thank you for giving me hope when I needed it the most and know that I loved you every second you were part of my life.

Pete

Clara had just finished reading the letter and was about to open the second document, which she suspected to be his testament, when suddenly she heard a strange, whooshing sound. She turned around to see a blue box materialize in the living room.

She stared at it with her mouth open for a few seconds until a man came stumbling out of it. Clara recognized him, though it felt like she had met him in another lifetime.

"Clara! There you are," the Doctor said excitedly, "I found you! See! I found you. Oh, the weeping angels think they're so smart but I tracked your signal back and forth through time and I found y-"

Clara slapped him across the face before he had the chance to finish his sentence. Baffled the Doctor stared at her.

"Yes, okay, I might have taken a while. Sorry about that. But I'm here to take you home. See?" he said, pointing at his blue box.

She did nothing but glare at him.

"Why do I get the feeling you're not very happy to be rescued?"

Clara thought about it for a moment, she thought about all the things she wanted to yell at him. How she had only ended up in Glasgow because of him, how she could've died on the streets hadn't it been for Pete's kindness, how she fell in love with a dying man and now he was gone and it was all the Doctor's fault. She wanted to kick and punch him, but instead she remained silent.

"Clara, help me out here. Do you want to go home? Cause I can take you home. In fact, I could take you anywhere in time and space that you want to go," the Doctor said.

Clara's face suddenly lit up.

"Could you take me back to Glasgow 10 years ago?" she asked.

If he could do that, she would be able to see Pete again, before he would start to destroy his own life. She could help him, really help him. They could be together for many, many happy years.

"Why?" the Doctor asked cautiously.

"I met someone. Here in Glasgow. He died."

Suddenly the Doctor's whole demeanour changed.

"I'm sorry, Clara. I can't do that. I can take you anywhere, but I cannot allow you to change the past. It would create a paradox that could tear this whole universe apart."

"Why not?" Clara's eyes suddenly began to water, she raised her voice without meaning to, "It was all your fault. It was your fault I got stuck here and fell in love. The least you can do is fix this. Doctor, fix this for me."

"I'm so sorry. I really am. Whoever he was, I'm sure he must have loved you, too, but it is not worth tearing the universe apart for."

"That's easy for you to say!"

"No, actually, it's not, because my wife attempted to do exactly the same for me and I stopped her. Clara, please, let me take you home. Or anywhere in time and space. But this I cannot do for you."

Clara walked back to the desk and grabbed Pete's manuscript and his letters.

"We didn't even get to dance together properly," she said more to herself than to the Doctor.

Finally Clara turned back around.

"Take me home, then," she said sadly, with little determination.

"Okay. Are you sure? We could take a little detour to the moon or some other lovely planet."

"No, thank you. If the universe can't give me Pete back, I don't want anything else to do with it. Just take me home."