Doctor...
Doctor...
Doctor...
"Doctor... Wake up!"
"Clara... Something happened to Clara?"
"No Doctor... You slept... Clara's fine... It'd be better to go to your bedroom."
The Doctor knew that he couldn't take care of Clara in such a state.
"In that case take off the electrodes. She probably won't need them any more. But if anything happens, come and wake me up. Even breathing. Because she's very vulnerable."
"You can count on us, Sir. We will take care of the boy."
He nodded and lowered down to kiss Clara one last time before he left her to the Paternoster Gang. He could trust them with his most prized possession at that moment.
His Impossible Girl.
"Take care, Clara. You ask me to remember you, and I ask you to remember yourself. Do it for me, my Soufflé Girl."
As the Doctor went out, he mumbled,
"Hope the TARDIS placed our bedrooms close to here."