Falling. I don't know where I am. Who am I? I'm...

Clara Oswin Oswald. The impossible girl. I was born to save the Doctor, scattered across his timeline. Because he saves everyone, now it's someone's to save his.

Trenzalore. The place I should never go, where a time traveler should never go. My grave was there. Don't know what I'd look like.

But I had Clara to help me along the way, just as Jenny, Strax, and Vastra had helped me out of a dark time. I've forgotten, she had helped twice as much. I've forgotten...

Back when I first saw the TARDIS, there were many to choose one. I didn't know what made me choose the old type forty. Once I took off

exploring the stars, for the first time, something told me to keep running. And run I did.

And I won't ever, ever forget.

The impossible girl.

She started to remember the TARDIS nearly imploding, me mentioning I met her more than once. What else did she remember?

We entered my tomb. I didn't speak my name to open it. River did.

I felt all the pain of my lives, suffering at the hands of Simeon, the Great Intelligence. That's why I don't remember fighting it, twice before.

The pain, my whole timeline burning. I couldn't let her sacrifice herself for me.

As she prepared to through herself into my time stream, I begged her not to. It wasn't fair. A human re-writting my time line. But she wasn't just any old human. She was Clara.

In a way I knew it was her, my shouffle girl.

I knew his name. A name that must never be spoken. I was born to protect him. To protect it.

I'm the impossible girl. That's why.

I didn't even feel it as the time winds spread me apart, splintering me through time.

I was worth a million deaths, so that he could live more. But I had never been so scared.

I followed his voice.

Seeing River again, (all this time I've been able to see her) I pretented not to see her, because it would hurt. How knows I could get better at this pretending thing. Who am I kidding. How it must have looked to the others when I kissed her. I missed her. I missed the way she'd slap me sometimes when I've done something. I caught her wrist. I talked to her. It hurt me anyway.

Since she wasn't really there, it was easier to tell her, but still it was difficult to say it. So i said it in a way I meant I would com back.

River's ghost hadn't faded like I expected it to. That meant Clara was still alive somewhere, somewhere in my time stream.

I had to save her, my impossible girl, my Clara, no matter the cost. The cost, my past being revealed to her, and what was yet to come.

AN: EPIC SEASON FINALE. HAS TO BE THE BEST. 10/10.

Can't wait six bloody months. It will drive me mad. In the meantime, I'll be making some speculations, driving myself even more mad. Oh and check out my Who Series 1. It sort of fits into this, well eventually. I'll be working on it the next six months. All ties in with series 7 and maybe the 50th when it comes around.

Cheers. Hope you enjoyed the episode as much as I did.

Still can't stop laughing at Strax's gender confused jokes, and the Doctor after kissing River Song. (I wonder how that will look to the others) :)