The Doctor couldn't believe that he had found Clara! It had to be her asking about the internet. All he could think about was getting to her as quick as possible. He felt a little guilty for shoving John onto the Paternoster Gang, but he needed to focus. John was a distraction. (He knew he needed to probably sit John down and have some awkward conversations with him at some point. The bashful Time Lord secretly hoped that Jenny and Vastra could answer some of his more complicated questions regarding puberty and reproduction.)

The Doctor ran out of the TARDIS and quickly began to knock on the front door of Clara's supposed place of residence. He was so excited to see her again that he hadn't even thought about the fact she might not remember him. He was now ringing the doorbell like a madman.

"Hello? Yes, I hear you." He heard from the other side of the door. The door swung open to reveal the face of the woman he'd been searching for.

"Hello?" she asked, unsure.

"Clara. Clara Oswald."

"Hello."

"Clara Oswin Oswald?"

Clara was confused. "Just Clara Oswald. What was that middle one?"

"Do you remember me?"

It then donned on Clara, who she was talking to. Her friend, Rachel, had only briefly shown her the profile she'd annoyingly made for her without consent.

"You're a bit early." She stated in an annoyed tone.

"You were expecting me? Brilliant. I didn't think you'd remember." The Doctor was overjoyed to know that Clara not only remembered him, but she was expecting him!

"Well, I wrote it down in my calendar. Although, I wasn't expecting you to come to my house. I thought we were supposed to meet at the café tomorrow?"

"The Café? We were supposed to meet at a Café? Tomorrow?" He thought for a moment. "Hmm. Sometimes, with time travel and all, it gets a bit wobbly. I must not have had the conversation with you yet. On my end, that is."

Clara was confused whilst simultaneously cursing her friend to set her up with a psycho.

"Right…" Clara began to wonder if this was all some elaborate prank. She should have known better, given the bloke's name.

"Is John McClane really your name?"

The Doctor was perplexed.

"What? No. I usually use the surname Smith if I'm going undercover. I told you my name was John McClane?"

"Says so on your profile."

"Profile? What profile?" questioned the odd man.

The colour drained from Clara's face. Okay, maybe this isn't the bloke Rachel was trying to set her up with. She had a sinking feeling she was about to be the next subject of a murder podcast. Clara tried to play it off so he wouldn't get violent.

"Well, I should probably grab my jacket if we're going to go now. It's a bit nippy."

The Doctor took a step back, looked around as he licked his finger and held it to the air.

"The weather is perfectly accurate for what you're wearing."

Clara didn't hesitate to slam the door in his face now that he was out of the entryway. She immediately locked the deadbolt.

"Hey, no, Clara, please. Clara, I need to talk to you. Listen. Please!"

He went back to pounding on the door.

"Please, I just need to speak to you."

Maybe she could get more information from him to tell the police to save the next unsuspecting victim. Clara turned on the intercom.

"Why are you still here? Why are you here at all?"

She rolled her eyes when she saw his funny face appear on the screen.

"Oi, you phoned me! You were looking for the internet!"

"That was you?" She thought his voice sounded familiar.

After a few back and forth exchanges about blue boxes and mobile phones, Clara was done. Finally, she concluded that this man is most likely harmless and just off his meds.

"Okay, we're finished now."

"Oi, no, don't!"

The Doctor banged his head on the door in defeat.

"GAhh!" He looked down at his clothing. Of course, she thought he was crazy. He was dressed like a monk!

He ran back to the TARDIS.

"Right. Don't be a monk. Monks are not cool!" He tore off his robe and began rummaging around for something more appropriate to wear. Why did he care so much? He hurriedly put on his trousers and the rest of his ensemble, thinking back to when he'd first met Clara. Then, it was Clara who forced her way into his life. She was the one following him around. She kissed him! Now he was the one desperately trying to get her to even want to speak to him. He ran back to the front door.

"Ah-ha! Clara! Clara?"

He heard her speak through the intercom.

"Hello?"

"Ah, see? Look, it's me. De-monked. Sensible clothes." He spun around, causing the tails of his coat to flutter around. "Can I come in now?"

"I don't understand." She sounded off.

"You just open the door." What didn't she understand?

"I don't know..."

He could hear the panic rising in her voice. Was she still afraid of him?

"Of course you can." He tried to sound calm.

"...Where I am. I don't know where I am. Where am I? Please tell me where I am. I don't know where I am!"

The Doctor sprang into action and sonicked his way into the house, where he found Clara lying on the floor unconscious. He then noticed the odd little girl standing on the stairs. Clara wasn't breathing, and he couldn't get a pulse. So, without getting emotional, he just began to move. The child revealed its true form as he used the sonic. It was a walking wifi base station that was collecting people like data. The Doctor found Clara's laptop and furiously typed on the keyboard to reverse the upload.

"Oh no, you don't," he kept saying, almost like a prayer.

Once he finally finished, he watched a beam of light transmitted from the base station to Clara's head, and she immediately began to stir.

"Okay. It's okay, it's okay. You're fine. You're back. Yes, you are. Oh yes, you are." He kissed the top of her head and scooped her up to place her in her bed.

The Doctor looked around her room. Taking in all the little things that made this Clara…well, Clara. He found her book with a large leaf tucked inside. He couldn't help but smile at the thought she had a list of places she wanted to visit. He just hoped that maybe he could be the one to take her. He felt a pang in his chest, thinking about when he'd given the key to Clara before. She had been so happy that she was crying, but then she was tragically taken away before he'd even gotten the chance to show her the stars, much like Oswin the Dalek.

The Doctor made his way to the front of the house and set up a workplace right outside the TARDIS. He needed to push his thoughts of Clara's mystery to the side and figure out the more pressing matter of the wifi people hoovers.

…

Clara made her way back to the Maitland residence. It took much longer than it had to get to the coffee shop since before, she had been able to ride with "The Doctor" on his motorbike. Turned out her blind date was actually a 1000-year-old alien. She chuckled to herself at how adorably awkward he was. And to think she thought he was going to murder her.

Clara smiled to herself. He'd asked her to travel with him, and she told him to come back tomorrow. Clara could tell that the odd man wasn't used to rejection. It felt good to keep him on edge. She wasn't about to jump into the "snog box" just because he saved her life…and the world. Clara went to her room and looked over her calendar. She laughed at the note that read, "blind date". She was supposed to go the following evening.

Why did the Doctor go through the trouble of setting all that up if he was just going to come to her the day before? She crossed out the note and replaced it with, "travel with the Doctor."

The next evening, Clara tried to figure out what to wear for her first (or would it be second?) adventure with the Doctor. She'd told him to come back after 7. If he was going to respect her wishes, she had at least an hour to get ready. Clara settled on an outfit when the doorbell rang. And rang. And rang. Then she heard pounding.

"Of course, he'd be early," she chuckled to herself.

Clara grabbed her 101 Places to See and ran down the stairs. She stopped herself from flinging the door open. The petite brunette had teased him enough about being 'too keen' and was not about to allow him the opportunity to return the slight. Clara slowly opened the door, expecting to find the Doctor in his unusual yet dapper attire.

Sure enough, it was the Doctor. Although, she was taken aback at his choice of clothing. He looked different. Maybe even a bit younger? Instead of the dapper tweed and bow-tie, he wore dark jeans and a grey jumper with a uni logo. His hair was similar in length but much more… dishevelled.

"Hello?" Said Clara. Unsure of what may have transpired in the past few hours to put him in such a state.

"Clara?" He asked timidly. "Clara Oswald?"

"Yes. Clara. That's me." She figured that he was just being silly, so she went along with the annoying charade.

He beamed. "Well, Clara. My name is John McClane, and I believe we are supposed to go on a date."