Clara sat on the bed with her feet up, reading a copy of 'Pride And Prejudice'. A candle was lit on the bedside table, discarded after setting off the smoke alarm in the room.
Bonnie's face appeared on the picture frame opposite, Clara caught it out of the corner of her eye but did not make any attempt to register the change.
Bonnie knocked the glass with her right fist angrily. "What the hell are you doing?" Bonnie sneered at her viciously.
"Smooth," Clara said wryly, turning the page of her book to continue.
"What?" Bonnie snapped.
"That was very... smooth," Clara said with a slight grin. "I couldn't have done it better myself." Clara momentarily looked away from the book. "Actually I probably couldn't," she reflected, "I hope you realise how difficult that it is going to be to sort that out."
"To sort what out?" Bonnie said sternly.
"The argument you've just had," Clara continued reading.
"That was not an argument. She said she would see me tomorrow," Bonnie replied, folding her arms, "seems like a transparent enough situation to me."
"Keep telling yourself that," Clara said sarcastically. She looked up at Bonnie and raised her eyebrows.
Bonnie narrowed her eyes at Clara, staring her out. "Why did you bite me?"
"Why do you think?" Clara put down the book on the bed to her left, blew out the candle and stood up. "I told you if you laid a finger on her I would kill you," Clara said, "but then I thought to myself, why do that when I can make her angry with you? This is going to be ten times worse, trust me. She is very good at arguing."
Bonnie regained silent for a minute.
"Not quite so easy to get my," Clara paused to think, "what was it you called her? Oh yes, my pathetic little girlfriend to sleep with you, is it? Although, she's actually not any of those things-"
"You can end this," Bonnie sneered.
"She knows you are not me," Clara nodded. "I tried to tell you she would know the difference but you would not listen."
"I will kill her," Bonnie said, unblinking.
"No you won't. You'd probably have to get her to stay with you to do that," Clara observed, "just saying."
"Tell me how to fly this thing," Bonnie demanded. "And she lives."
"No," Clara said blankly.
"Well then, I'm going to look forward to hearing her scream," Bonnie smirked.
Clara folded her arms unblinking. "Good luck. Again, I would reiterate the point of her actually seeing you for that to happen. Also," Clara turned away to pace towards the bed, saying wryly, "that's usually me."
"You're probably not killing her correctly," Bonnie retorted.
"Of course," Clara answered sarcastically. "I'm not killing her right," saying slowly, "that's why she isn't screaming."
"I enjoyed the minimal contact I did have with her," Bonnie said, touching her lips with her right index finger. "Maybe I will keep her alive and see what she can actually do. She does seem a little young for you, though."
Clara bit her tongue, trying not to rise to Bonnie's words, inwardly very upset. She kept her back to the picture frame. "Leave her alone."
"Tell me how to drive the TARDIS."
"No," Clara sighed, holding the bridge of her nose, knowing any effort was futile.
"Well then," Bonnie sneered, grinning widely at her. "I hope you enjoy your stay. I'll be back for you later after I've finished."
Clara spun around to see the picture frame blank. She picked up a drinking glass on the bedside table next to her and threw it squarely at the frame, knocking it from the wall.
