The following day, everyone was at the cemetery. The Professor and the Latimer family were all at Clara's gravestone listening to Mother Superior give Clara a short service, while Madame Vastra, Jenny, Belle, and the Doctor were all talking about the events that had just happened.
"And what about the Intelligence? Melted with the snow?" Madame Vastra asked.
"No, I shouldn't think so. It learned to survive beyond physical form," the Doctor said.
"Well, we can't be in much danger from a disembodied Intelligence that thinks it can invade the world with snowmen," Jenny said.
"Or that the London Underground is a key strategic weakness," Madame Vastra pointed out, looking over at the Doctor.
"The Great Intelligence. Rings a bell. The Great Intelligence," the Doctor said, putting a Great Intelligence Institute card into his pocket.
"Maybe...it's because you fought it before..." Belle said.
"It's possible," the Doctor said. "I have been around for centuries." He walked up to the gravestone as the Latimer family walked away. He put an arm around his son. "It's gonna be alright."
"I hope so," the Professor said as he kneeled to Clara's grave. He put a hand on the gravestone and said, "I'll never forget you." He brushed some flowers out of the way, revealing her full name: CLARA OSWIN OSWALD. "Oswin..." he whispered, standing up slowly. "Dad, look at her name."
The Doctor did so, and he, too, was surprised.
"What's wrong with her name?" Mother Superior asked.
"We never knew her full name," the Professor said. "But, now that I think of it, she did sound familiar." The Professor then started to remember some of what Oswin had said. "Oswin Oswald. Junior Entertainment Manager, Starship Alaska."
"Soufflé girl. Oswin. It was her," the Doctor said.
"Wait. The girl from the Dalek Asylum was here?" Belle asked.
Both the Doctor and the Professor nodded, remembering what both versions of Clara had said to them both. "Run, you clever boys. And remember me."
"It was Soufflé Girl again. Of course, we never saw her face the first time with the Daleks, but her voice ... It was the same voice," the Doctor said.
"Doctor?" Jenny asked.
"This means I must have a third chance at true love," the Professor said excitedly. "It only makes sense that there'll be another Clara out there."
"If so..." Mother Superior started to say, "...then fate must want you and Clara to be together."
"Please, what are you guys talking about?" Madame Vastra asked. "Something's going on. Something impossible..." the Doctor started to say. "Or something magical," the Professor said. "It must be something."
"Right, you two stay here. Stay right here. Don't move an inch," the Doctor told Madame Vastra and Jenny.
"Are you coming back?" Madame Vastra asked,
"Shouldn't think so!" The Doctor called back as he went with the Professor, Belle and Mother Superior back to the TARDIS
"But where are you going?"
"To find her. To find Clara. Haha, ha!" The Doctor said as he turned a corner.
"But Clara's dead. What's he talking about, finding her?" Jenny asked. Both she and her wife stared at Clara's gravestone, which had her final message engraved: REMEMBER ME, FOR WE SHALL MEET AGAIN.
"I don't know, love," Madame Vastra said. "But perhaps Mother Superior is right. Maybe fate does want the Professor to find love and happiness."
A young female visited the graveyard with her friend just over one hundred years later. She hadn't stepped into this graveyard for at least six months. The last time she was running late for her university class, she graduated since then and was now working as a nanny.
"Where are you going?" The young female's friend called out. "Short cut," the young female said.
"Through there? I hate this place! Don't you think it's creepy?"
"Nah," the female said, shaking her head, before turning around, revealing that she was, in fact, another version of Clara. "I don't believe in ghosts."
