"Hello," said the Doctor, popping his head out of the TARDIS, flashing Ada a grin despite the fact that she couldn't see it.
"Monster?" she asked, recognising the voice.
"Yep, it's me," said the Doctor. He walked up to her and guided her hand to his face, confirming his identity.
"Oh, it is you!" beamed Ada, her tears now changed to ones of happiness. She flung her arms around the Doctor's neck and buried her face in his jacked, sobbing as she clung on to the man she'd lost twice in the one day.
"Couldn't just leave you behind, now could we?" chirped Clara with a smile. "And seeing as I'm the boss, I got your monster to bring us back, so that you can come with us, if you want."
"What do you mean, come with you?" queried Ada.
"This box," said the Doctor, leading Ada over to the TARDIS and guiding her around it, "this magical box, can take you anywhere you want, with just the flick of a few switches."
"Do you mean I could go to the Colonies without spending months at sea?" asked Ada, incredulous.
"The Colonies? Why'd you bother with the Colonies when you can see the stars?" replied Clara, grinning.
"Impossible," Ada replied.
"Oi, common, this beauty can go anywhere in space and time," said the Doctor, giving the TARDIS a fond pat.
Ada shook her head sadly. "I believe that much, but monster, you forget that I cannot see the stars. I remember what they look like, from my childhood, but never again can I look into the heavens, no matter how close I get to them."
"I can still show you," said the Doctor after a moment.
"You can? How?" Clara asked, surprised.
"Telepathy." he said
"Don't be ridiculous," snorted Clara.
"I'll have you know that Time Lords are telepathic beings," defied the Doctor, straightening his bowtie.
"Okay, what am I thinking right now?" challenged Clara.
"You're thinking that I can't possibly get this right," said the Doctor.
Clara gaped, but Ada had caught on. "Anyone could have told you that," she giggled. "You don't need to be telepathic to figure that out."
"Why won't anyone believe me?" whinged the Doctor, throwing his hands up in frustration.
"I believe you, monster," Ada conceded. "I'm not sure that I want someone around who can hear each and every one of my thoughts."
"I can't always hear them, I need to make physical contact and concentrate," clarified the Doctor.
"Show me."