Upon the cloud, the Professor – after having made a new sonic screwdriver with the help of the TARDIS – was standing outside the TARDIS near the cloud's edge. He stared down over London, holding the shawl, deep in thought. Seeing the Professor alone, she walked up behind him. "Hey..." she said.

The Professor turned around. "Hey," he replied. "Watcha doing?"

"Just thinking." "About Clara?"

"Yeah. I really want to see her again."

Belle turned around, then whispered, "Then go." "You sure?" The Professor asked.

"Yes. I'll make sure it stays between us."

The Professor hugged Belle. "Thanks," he said, nodding, then poofing to The Rose and Crown in a whirl of blue smoke.


Once the Professor ended up outside the Rose and Crown, he entered and went up to the counter, where the landlord worked. He spoke up. "Hey. I'm looking for one of your barmaids. Goes by the name of Clara. Is there a chance you have seen her? Or know where she is?"

The owner shook his head. "You just missed her. She left this morning." "You know where she went?"

"No. Clara said that she had her own work she had to go back to, but none of us here knows what it is. She's a mystery that Clara."

"She sure is," the Professor muttered to himself, then said to the landlord, "Well, thanks, anyway." He then turned and walked out the door, went into a quiet alleyway, made sure no one was around, and then poofed away in a whirl of blue smoke.


The Professor ended up on the cloud again, in front of Belle. "That was quick..." she noted. Did you talk to her?"

"No," the Professor said, shaking his head. "She wasn't there." "Oh..." Belle frowned. "Do you know when she was coming back?"

"Nope. It wasn't her proper job, either," the Professor said, hugging Belle.

"If you are meant to be with her, you will see Clara again," Belle said, hugging the Professor back before both walked back into the TARDIS.