At Clara's father's apartment, where Clara, the Professor and Ellie had been staying, Clara's father, Dave, had arrived back, along with his mother, Clara's grandmother, and stepmother, Linda. They were seated at the dining table, watching a Christmas show on TV. Clara came out of the kitchen and gave the table a bottle of sparkling wine.

"How's the turkey doing?" Linda asked.

"Great, yeah, yeah," Clara lied. It's doing great." However, it hadn't been cooked yet. Clara had put it in the oven too late. "Well, dead and decapitated, but that's Christmas when you're a turkey."

"Maybe I will have a little more," Clara's Gran said, holding up her wineglass so someone could refill it.

Clara nodded and poured some more wine into her glass. "There you go, Gran."

"Did you put it in early enough?" Dave asked.

Clara turned to her father. "Dad, I put it in when the Professor told me."

"Are you following the instructions I gave you?"

"Yes, yes. Of course," Clara said, then returned to the kitchen where the Professor still was.

The Professor was in the kitchen when he heard the TARDIS materialise and told Clara. They both went out of the apartment and down the stairs to meet the Doctor. They ran to the TARDIS to find Mr Gold and Belle standing outside.

"What's wrong?" the Professor asked. Something had to be wrong. Where was his father? "Where's dad?"

"He was getting ready for church." Mr Gold said.

"And he's naked," Belle added, to which the Professor sighed.

Mr Gold nodded. "We thought it would be best to wait out here."

Clara made a small gap between the TARDIS doors. Enough to talk through, but not big enough to see. "Doctor, why are you naked?"

"Because I'm going to church," the Doctor called out. "Didn't Rumple tell you?"

"That just raises more questions," the Professor said back when a golden glow was coming from inside.

"Alright, come inside," the Doctor said as they entered and saw a fully clothed Doctor. "Better?" he asked.

"That was rather quick," Belle commented.

"Hologram clothes projected directly onto your visual cortex." "You're still naked underneath?" the Professor asked.

"Everybody's naked underneath."

"I'm going to ignore that part," Mr Gold commented.

"Anyway, come meet my family," Clara said as they exited the TARDIS and went back up to the Oswald apartment. Clara entered first, followed by the Professor, the Doctor, Mr Gold, and Belle.

The Doctor smiled brightly at the three family members. "Hello, the Oswalds! Hello!" he greeted as he approached the table. He shook Dave's hand, then Linda's. "Merry Christmas. Hello, hello!" Instead of shaking Clara's grandmother's hand, he kissed her cheeks once on both sides. "Hello, handsome."

Dave and Linda were gobsmacked. Who was this man? And these other people? "Anyone for Twister?" the Doctor asked.

"This is my father, the Doctor," the Professor said, then pointed to Mr Gold and Belle. "And that is Mr Gold and Belle. They're friends of ours. They're also Ellie's Godparents."

"Isn't everyone going to say hello?" Clara asked as Mr Gold noticed how smitten Gran was with the Doctor.

"Is she…?" Mr Gold asked Belle, ensuring he was out of earshot of the others.

"I see it too," Belle nodded.

"Hello," Gran replied, then giggled. But the atmosphere of the room was somewhat awkward.

"Excuse me a moment," the Doctor said, walking over to the Professor and Clara. Mr Gold and Belle slowly went over to them. He leaned into them. "Listen," he whispered. "I've got an idea to break the ice. Why don't I project my clothes hologram onto their visual cortexes, too?"

"So, to be clear, no one except us can see your clothes?" Clara asked.

"Yes, and I'm starting to think it may be causing tension."

Gran looked over at them. "Are we playing Twister now?"

"Kitchen. Now," the Professor said as he and Clara led him, Mr Gold and Belle into the kitchen. Clara closed the kitchen door behind them, and Mr Gold waved a hand over it, creating a sound protection barrier between them and the rest of the family.

The Professor nodded and rested his hands on his hips. "Thanks."

The Doctor was looking at the turkey through the oven door. "That's never going to work, is it?" he asked, opening the oven door.

"What's wrong?" Clara asked. "Do you not think it's done yet?"

"I think a decent vet would give it an even chance."

"Both of you have magic," Mr Gold asked. "Couldn't you have just used magic on it?"

The Professor shook his head. "Clara wants this to be a perfect dinner. An authentic Christmas meal."

Clara turned to the Doctor. "Use an app," she told him.

The Doctor looked at her. "An app?"

"On your screwdriver. App it."

"Most certainly not. It doesn't do turkey. Nothing does turkey. You'd need a time machine."

Clara looked at the Professor, and then both looked at the Doctor. "That'll work," the Professor said.

"What?" the Doctor asked.

"Give the turkey time to cook in the TARDIS, then drop it back here one second later."

Once they filled the Doctor in on the plan, they carried the turkey into the TARDIS. Clara followed the Doctor to the lower levels of the console room.

"You can't use the TARDIS like this, you know?" the Doctor told Clara. "Like what?" Clara asked.

"Like a do-over machine. It is a scientific instrument, not a cheap remote from a garage sale."

Belle leaned over the railing above them. "So, the TARDIS can cook?" she asked. "Like vortex cooking?"

"Yep," the Doctor answered her. He opened a cupboard door near the bottom of the time rotor. "Exposure to the time winds. It'll either come up a treat or just possibly lay some eggs." Clara placed the turkey in the cupboard and stepped back. The Doctor slammed the door shut.

"Information available," came Handles above them.

"What is that?" the Professor asked. "Have you got the TARDIS talking again?"

"That's his new robot," Mr Gold stated. "It certainly is argumentive."

The Doctor climbed up the stairs. "It's a bit of a Cyberman," he explained. "He'll get us to the church on time."

"I have developed a fault," Handles said.

"The organics are all gone, but there's still a full set of data banks. Found it at the Maldovar market." The Doctor flipped a lever, and the TARDIS dematerialised from outside Dave's flat and arrived in orbit around the planet with the message.

"Planet identified from analysis of the message," Handles told them.

"Right, cool. Go on, then, okay, tell us. What is the planet? Go on."

"Processing official designation." Handles was silent and made a few beeps. "Processing."

"Okay, in your own time, dear, don't rush," the Doctor told Handles, then paced around the console.

"So, how come you haven't gone down there, had a look?" Clara asked.

"It's shielded. Even the TARDIS can't break through it."

"Gallifrey," Handles finally said. After that, the Professor and the Doctor both had a look at the robot head.

"What did it say?" the Professor asked, looking at Clara.

The Doctor moved closer to Handles and stared at him with his brow deeply furrowed. "Gallifrey," Handles repeated.

"What are you talking about, Gallifrey?" the Doctor asked. "What do you mean?"

"Confirmed. Planet designation, Gallifrey."

The Doctor ripped Handles off its perch on the console and brought it over to the monitor, which had a live screen of the snowy planet below them. "You see that?" Gallifrey is my home. I know it when I see it. That is not Gallifrey!" He dumped the head on the console before heading to the doors.

"Doctor?" Mr Gold said and followed him over. "Are you okay?"

"It's not Gallifrey," the Doctor repeated, opening the doors. "Gallifrey's gone."

"You told me you thought you saved it," the Professor said. "That it was still out there. That's what I heard the Curator say."

The Doctor looked out the doors at the planet below them. "Even if it did survive, it's gone from this universe. That is not my home." He slammed the door and shuffled thoughtfully to the console.

"But maybe fate has different ideas," Mr Gold told him.

The Doctor rested his hands on the console in front of him. "It can't be…" he muttered before a loud ship horn bellowed through the TARDIS.

"What's that?" Clara asked, looking at the shut doors as bright white light blazed outside them.

The Doctor opened the doors, both of them and everyone looked out as a vast cube-like ship rose outside them. "The Papal Mainframe. It's like a great big flying church. The first ship to arrive. They're the ones who shielded the planet. They can get us down there." The hologram of a woman's face formed as the Doctor bowed down to her.

"Friend of yours?" Clara asked, looking at the hologram.

"Tasha Lem, the Mother Superious," the Doctor explained, yelling over the sound of the engines. Then, the hologram of Tasha Lem beckoned to them. "Oh, she's inviting us aboard."

"Why?" Clara asked.

"Because I asked her." The Doctor turned around and held out his hand, handing the others a pill each. "Swallow this."

"What is it?" Belle asked as they took a pill and swallowed it.

"Your hologram projector. You can't go to church with your clothes on!" The Doctor blows Mother Superious a kiss, and the TARDIS flies towards the vast open decks.