"What is all this for?" John asked, looking at the respectable array of gadgets Clara had spread out on the TARDIS console.
"For the rescue plan," Clara called up to him from where she was rummaging underneath the console. "Aha!"
Clara came dashing up the stairs with something clutched tightly in her hand.
"But how are each of them going to help?" John asked, as Clara set the thumbdrive she had grabbed on the console next to everything else.
"Well, we need to find out where the Doctor, Rose and everybody else is. That's what the computer will tell us. We also need to get a message to the Doctor, which is what this is for."
Clara picked up a small leather square. She quickly flipped it open to reveal the psychic paper hidden between the leather. John's eyes widened.
"'Modest and a tiny bit sexy'?" he asked incredulously.
Clara frowned and turned the psychic paper around so she could see it. She blushed slightly as she read what was written there.
"About that. I can explain," she said, starting to laugh.
John raised his eyebrows.
"Maybe later," she said, closing the psychic paper and putting it back on the console. She quickly picked up the cord and keyboard and plugged it into the TARDIS. "We need something to stop the Daleks. I can start by hacking into the Pathweb and wiping any mention of the Predator, but I want to have a backup and that's where you come in."
John looked taken aback. Clara led him over to the keyboard before turning away and clicking a button. Something fell from the ceiling and Clara started to fiddle with it, blocking it from John's view.
"When that light," she said, pointing behind her before grabbing the thumb drive. "Lights up, I need you to hit Control C on the keyboard."
John looked down at the keyboard. When he looked back up, he gasped as he saw Clara placing the Chameleon Arch on her head.
"Clara!" John exclaimed, taking a step forward. "A Chameleon Arch?"
Clara lifted her hand to stop John. He took a step back to stand back by the keyboard.
"It's not a Chameleon Arch anymore. I mean, it still is, but I modified it a bit. Instead of rewriting my DNA and giving me a back story, it's going to sift through all my memories and when you hit Control C, it'll copy a memory and save it onto this thumbdrive," Clara explained, pointing to the small thumbdrive plugged directly into the Chameleon Arch.
"But won't it hurt?" John asked worriedly.
"I did say it was going to be painful," Clara said a little shakily. "The TARDIS isn't going to like it either."
John frowned and took a step forward again.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked. "You mean a lot to the Doctor. A lot more than he cares to admit and I can tell you care about him, too. I know he would hate himself if you got hurt even if it was to save him."
Clara just looked at John with barely concealed fear.
"But that's why I have to do it," she said quietly. "Because I love him and he needs to be saved. And as long as he's in danger, I will do anything to save him. To see him again, safe and sound. To have his hand in mine. Keep holding hands. That's the secret. Now, suddenly, we aren't holding hands anymore and I will do anything to hold his hand again even if it is painful."
John just stood and studied Clara's determined features before taking a step back to stand next to the keyboard again. Clara's eyes projected a silent, earnest thank you. He looked at her worriedly.
"I'm sorry," she apologized quietly.
John frowned questioningly. Suddenly, all the lights in the TARDIS flashed red as Clara let out a high-pitched scream.