The Doctor, who obviously didn't recognize the sound of his Time Lord title being called, continued walking. Clara, however, gritted her teeth and froze in her tracks, looking around for the source of the voice. Finally, she spotted a man a short distance away, who was jumping up and down and waving one arm in the air, while the other cradled a baby. He was still shouting. "Doctor! Doctor! Over here!"

Figuring that the Doctor would soon enough realize that the man was talking to him, as the street was mostly deserted, Clara broke away from his side and ran across the street to where the stranger was standing. He looked confused as she almost flung herself into him in an attempt to clamp her hand over his mouth. He looked startled, and Clara meant to calmly ask who he was and explain exactly what was going on, but instead, it came out more as, "Who the hell are you you know what never mind we don't have time for this will you bloody stop yelling he's erased his memories so we can escape aliens so if I take my hand off your mouth will you quit drawing attention to the scene?"

He gave her a wide-eyed look of confusion, but nodded. Clara sighed and removed her hand, wiping it on the skirt of Nina's that she was wearing. The man nervously tugged at his shirt and adjusted the whimpering child in his arms. He was young, though probably older than Clara herself, with brown hair and the slightest traces of a beard. When Clara hesitantly took a step back from him, he visibly relaxed—clearly, her sudden movement had startled him. "What's going on?" He asked in a low voice, eyebrows raised. "And who the hell are you?"

"Oh. Sorry. Um…" Clara stuck her hand out, a little awkwardly. "I'm Clara."

He shook her hand warmly. "Craig," He replied. "I take it you know the Doctor?"

She nodded, a small smile slipping onto her lips. "Yeah," She confirmed. "I travel with him. What about you? Do you know him?"

He chuckled. "We've had a few adventures," He admitted. "I never traveled with him, though. Did you say he erased his memories?"

Returning to the important subject, Clara nodded vigorously. "We're on the run right now," She informed him. "Well, sorta." She risked a glance back at the Doctor, who had taken notice of their conversation and was slowly wandering towards them, taking his time. "He has no idea who he really is. He had to use this… this thing to turn himself human."

"Really?" Craig's eyebrows drew together and he met Clara's eyes with intense curiousity.

"Yeah." Noticing his expression, she added, "Why?"

"It's just… A few months back, I received a letter from him." Craig reached into one pocket and drew out a tattered envelope, which he handed to Clara. It was empty, but she recognized the distinct pen scrawl of the Time Lord's handwriting. "He said one day he might show up with someone else, his memory completely wiped, and if that ever happened I'd need to find him and tell him that he lived in the flat above mine." He let out a huff of laughter. "It sounds ridiculous, but it's true. I've no idea who owns the upstairs place—been empty for years."

A grin spread across Clara's face. "Oh, that's brilliant," She mumbled to herself, staring down at the envelope. She glanced back up at Craig and handed the paper back. "Yes. Okay, listen, because he's on his way over right now. His name is John Smith. He lives in the flat above yours, and he's a good friend. Last night, he told you he was going down to the pub, and he didn't show up again this morning, but it's happened before so you didn't really worry. His mind is kind of making things up as it goes along, I think, so if you tell him that I think he'll probably believe you."

Craig shook his head. "It's like I'm never done with him," He said under his breath, though he sounded amused. Adjusting the baby in his arms, he walked past Clara and waved an arm. "John!" He called out, sounding very convincing. "There you are! Had too much to drink again, have you?"

Clara peered out from behind the other man and saw that the Doctor looked slightly confused, though a spark of recognition was alight in his eyes. "Ah!" He said unsurely. "Yes, yes, I think so. I—I must have."

"Thought so! Soph was worried when you didn't come home last night, but I told her it was probably same as usual. Gone who-knows-where, and I said you'd probably show up. And here you are!"

The Doctor blinked uncertainly. "Home?" He asked slowly.

"Yes! The flat above mine!" Craig stared at the Doctor for a moment, as if waiting for him to react, and then leaned over to Clara and said in a stage whisper, "This happens to him sometimes." He straightened up. "John, it's me. Craig Owens? Your downstairs neighbor?"

That seemed to work. The Doctor smiled and stopped in front of them. "Yes!" He replied enthusiastically. "Of course I remember! Sorry, I think someone spiked my drink last night, eh, mate?"

Craig chuckled. "Isn't that how it always is?" He asked. He was distracted at that point by the baby in his arms, who had started to cry.

It was a successful diversion from the current topic for Clara, as well. She came over to coo at the little child. "Who's this?" She asked Craig.

He smiled and bounced the infant in his arms. "This is Lila," He told her. "Just six months."

"She's precious!" Clara leaned down and grinned at the baby girl. Lila gurgled and reached up to grab at her hair. "Is she your only one?"

"Second," Craig corrected. "Alfie's three. They're cute, all right, but god…" He trailed off, bouncing Lila in his arms. "They just cry all the time, and Alfie's still going through his 'terrible threes' phase." He shook his head. "Soph says it might be time to hire a nanny, but it's gotten a bit harder to find someone trustworthy these days."

Clara saw the opening, and jumped for it. "Well, I need a job," She started, "And I used to be a nanny. If you wanted to talk it over with your wife…" She trailed off and raised her eyebrows at Craig.

The man shifted his daughter in his arms thoughtfully, then reached his free hand into one pocket and pulled out a card. "Call me later this evening," He said under his breath, "Once I've got 'John' over here all figured out. You've still got a bit of explaining to do."

"What are we whispering about?" The ex-Time Lord himself had joined the conversation, leaning over dramatically so he was just about as tall as Clara. "I love whispering!"

"Nothing," Clara told him smoothly. "Just job possibilities." She straightened up and linked her hands together thoughtfully. "Well, John, since it seems you've figured out where you live, I'd better be heading back to my flat." She nodded at Craig, who discreetly raised one hand to his ear in a telephone mime. She nodded. "Bye, John. Nice to meet you, Craig."

Craig waved as she turned away. The Doctor called out, "Bye, Clara!" and she found herself almost walking too slowly, hoping that he'd say something else. Something like 'thanks', or even 'hey, maybe since you dragged me home unconscious and I think I might recognize you, do you want to go get coffee sometime?', but he said nothing. She sped up her pace and forced herself not to be too disappointed as she took the quiet walk back to her own flat.

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