Clara awoke in the middle of the night a few weeks later, her throat dry. She had been turning in bed for hours; it was no use. She pulled herself out of the comfortable bed and crept lightly to the door, shutting it softly behind her.

Down the hall she could see River doing the same thing. Clara silently waved to get her attention; River cautiously walked over.

"What are you doing up?" River whispered.

"I couldn't sleep. You?" Clara watched as River glanced back at her and the Doctor's room.

She sighed. "I've started craving food."

Clara smiled. "Well, why don't you get the Doctor to cook you something? Or take you to a planet?"

River shrugged. "I don't like to wake him. He barely ever sleeps, what with the nightmares."

"So how have you been dealing with the cravings?"

River hesitated. "The past week I've been sneaking out for food."

Clara looked back at the Doctor's door before replying. "So you've been going to the Tardis' kitch-".

"No. I've actually sneaked out. Remember? I can drive the Tardis."

Clara gapped at her. "But wouldn't he wake up to that- I don't know, that noise it makes?"

River smiled, chuckling. "When I drive, I just don't leave the break on. Now, are you coming?"

Clara yawned. She was finally ready to go back to sleep. Unfortunately, River had other ideas. "Come on! I'm starving!"

Clara sighed, wrapping her sweater around herself tiredly. "Are you sure the Doctor won't notice we're gone?"

River laughed. "I've been doing this the past week. We're fine."

With that, River raced out the door, Clara following. How is a pregnant woman running so fast?

They stopped in front of a pub. Clara inhaled heavily, breathless. "How are you running?"

"When you travel with the Doctor, there are times when you have to be able to run." She smiled, then looked at a device on her wrist. "Okay, we're in the twenty-first century; In the 2020's."

"Yeah? What's so great about the 2020's?"

River flashed a large grin at her. "The 2020's have the greasiest food." With that, she swooped into the bar beside them, Clara unwillingly following.

Clara was exhausted by the time River had eaten enough deep-fried "food" to make her content, silencing her cravings. The carried themselves back to the Tardis, eyelids dropping.

River opened the door and they entered, closing it behind them gently. A voice spoke from behind the console. "Where. Were. You." They glanced at the Doctor, who was staring at them sternly, his arm crossed.

"Sorry, Doctor. River-".

River interrupted. "I was craving and didn't want to wake you."

His arms dropped to his side, upset. "You can't just leave without telling me!"

"Why not? You needed your sleep anyway."

He shook his head tiredly. "You could have gotten hurt."

"No, I woul-".

"As well as the baby." This silenced River.

She sighed. "I'm sorry, Sweetie." She walked over to him and pecked his cheek.

"Just- don't do it again. Let's go back to bed." River walked with the Doctor to their room.

Clara swore she saw tears in the Doctor's eyes.

He couldn't look at her, not while he was crying. When he thought she was sleeping he left the room to shower, hoping the heat would rid the memories, the pain of his past.

He stripped out of his clothes and turned it on, allowing himself to cry heavily. He leaned against the tile wall and sobbed silently, eyes shut. Time passed, but he didn't notice, not until he heard a knock on the door that startled him.

"Sweetie? Are you alright? It's been nearly an hour..." He turned off the shower and stuck his head out from behind the curtain.

"Yeah, I'm..." He rubbed his eyes, "I'm fine."

She tilted her head and smiled sadly. "You've been crying."

He stared at the floor, not meeting her eyes.

She continued. "What for?"

He shrugged slightly. "I'm responsible for so many...So many people have..." He inhaled heavily. "All because of me. I'm already risking both your's and the baby's life by allowing you travel in the Tardis. I can't see another one go, River."

He glanced up at her, his eyes wet and full of pain.

"Another one go?" Her voice was soft.

He nodded. "I've been a parent before, River."

His words were blunt and caught her off guard. She steadied her composure, stepping towards him.

"Come on, let's go to bed." She reached for his shoulder; he jerked back slightly.

He swallowed, glancing down and then back at her. "I'm not exactly covered, River."

She chuckled slightly, lightening the mood. "Grab the towel if it makes you feel secure. Where we're headed you won't need your clothes."

He blushed slightly and stepped out of the shower, the towel around his waist.

With a smile, she kissed him and dragged him back to their room.

They never did end up sleeping that night.