"Clara! Clara!" the Doctor pleaded as he tried to awaken the lifeless body lying in front of him.

The Doctor looked around the room for possible ways to cure her; he begged the TARDIS for help, tried to use the sonic screwdriver and even tries to use his regeneration energy, but nothing worked. The Doctor hovered over the frail body helplessly, almost as if by trying to shield Clara, he would save her. He gently picked her up, cradled her in his arms and kissed her forehead before walking her into his bedroom. A single tear fell from his eyelid as he laid her down and pulled the covers over her motionless body.

While sitting by her bed side, secretly hoping she would awaken, the Doctor tried to make her as comfortable as possible. He held her hand hopefully, pushed her hair away from her face and whispered words of encouragement in hopes that she would hear him and return. Hours passed as the Doctor sat in awe of the mesmerizing woman helplessly waiting for him to rescue her. He reached down to feel her heart beat anticipating the worst for his impossible girl. As he feared, Clara's heartbeat was close to nonexistent now. He squeezed her hand one last time, cradled her face in his hands and whispered, "My impossible girl" before gently going in for a short, but passionate kiss.

Strawberries. Clara's lips had tasted like strawberries. "It was poison" he said to himself with a look of disapproval. The Doctor ran out of the TARDIS and searched around Clara's room for anything that looked peculiar. Nothing seemed to be out of the ordinary, so the Doctor continued down the hallway into the kitchen, where he checked for any fruity substance that had been poisoned, through the den and into the room Clara's husband occupied. All of the bodies lay still, just like Clara's, as the Doctor inspected them. Strangely, none of the bodies moved even as he rolled them over. As he got to Clara's husband, he noticed a strong fruity aroma. "Strawberries" the Doctor said to himself as he examined the brutal human being in front of him.

"You poisoned everyone! Clara, all of these women, you, and you almost poisoned me." The Doctor paused, checking all of the visitors pulses and afterwards he screamed, "You succeeded with them and yourself, but I will be damned if you take my Clara away from me". He proceeded to get up, clumsily, and ran back to Clara's room, where he had landed the TARDIS.

He sat down for a moment on Clara's bed, thinking about what he had seen. A plethora of people spread along a single room, dead, all because of one man's stupidity. As he pondered the day's events, he looked throughout Clara's room, examining it for any evidence as to what could have been used to poison all of the house's occupants.

There was strawberry jam on Clara's nightstand. He knew instantaneously that it was what had been used to bring an untimely death to all of the unsuspecting people of the house. The Doctor picked up the jam and leaped inside the TARDIS. He threw the jam down on the TARDIS control system and made his way to the hallway containing Clara's room.

Slowly, the Doctor walked towards the room Clara was inside. Hope was depleting as he remembered the blank faces of Clara's deceased husband and all of his mistresses. Door by door, the Doctor looked around, hoping he would hear a voice that suggested any sign of life. The Doctor slowly became less enthusiastic the closer he ventured towards Clara's room, knowing what had happened to her husband probably happened to her as well.

Thoughts ran through his head like wildfire. What would he say to Clara if she actually woke up? If she did not wake up, what was next? How could he cope with losing her for a third time? As he approached her room, not a sound was made. His hope was diminishing as he touched the door to her bed. His emotions ran circles around him as he slowly creaked open the door. As he peeked inside, all he could see was the sight of Clara's motionless body. He immediately sunk to the ground and wiped away a few visible tears.

After he pulled himself back together, he approached Clara's bedside. He bent over and kissed her forehead while gently checking her pulse. Surprisingly, he felt her pulse becoming slower and uneven. The Doctor knew she only had minutes left. His voice became soft and vulnerable as he whispered, "My Clara" and just as soon as a tear fell from his face, her heart stopped.

"I can't believe it" the Doctor whispered to himself in awe, "I just let her die". The shock on his face was apparent as he walked away from her bedside and into the hallway. "I just lost the impossible girl… again" he said, still trying to make sense out what had just happened.

As he reached the control panel on the TARDIS, he found the strawberry jam he had placed on the control panel earlier. He was utterly disgusted, and also sort of confused at the fact that the jam had killed numerous people, but had not affected him at all. Usually, the Doctor would feel some side effects if the poison was strong enough to wipe out numerous people with one dose each.

The Doctor pondered where he was going to go next, what he was going to do with the lovely, but deceased, Clara Oswald, and what he was planning on doing with the information he just uncovered. Clara definitely had something different about her, the Doctor knew that right from the start, but now he was stuck in the cross roads between not wanting to find another Clara for fear that he may lose her again, and wanting to discover the mystery that was the impossible girl. The Doctor was stuck in contemplation as there was a knock on the TARDIS door. A voice was booming through the walls of the TARDIS.

"Let me in!" screeched the uninvited visitor.

All the Doctor could do as a response was adjust his bowtie and hide the strawberry jam.

"I know you have Clara! Let me in! She would want to be with me!" a man's voice blared.

There was no mistaking it; it was Clara's "deceased" husband returning from the grave.