I'm sorry this took so long, but I had to write an essay for university and it was rather time consuming. I'll also be going on holiday to London next week, but I'm pretty positive I'll post another chapter before that. Thank you guys for the awesome reviews and I hope you'll like it.

Chapter 3

The Doctor was holding two McFlurrys as he operated the TARDIS buttons. He had promised Clara ice cream and he would keep his promise. He had used the telepathic interface again, trying to find the perfect point in time, but when he stepped out of his TARDIS, things seemed strangely familiar. He walked along the corridors of a hotel for a few minutes until he heard the music coming from the lobby.

He had landed at the world's end party – again. The telepathic interface must have been broken, because this was not where he had planned to find himself again. He wanted to see little Clara, not adult Clara again. He had just turned around to head back to the TARDIS, when a voice behind him called "Doctor?"

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She had planned to go up to her hotel room and read when she saw him again. The odd man, carrying ice cream around the hotel corridors.

"Are you lost?" she asked with a smile when he had turned back around. He seemed a little flustered and struggling to find words.

"I, uhm, I was looking for you actually," he finally said, holding up the ice cream, "Apology for making you spill your drink. . . on me."

"McFlurry? What are you? Twelve?" Clara chuckled. He really was odd, but in a very cute way.

"Depends on the way you look at it, yeah. Though people might argue about that," he replied.

Clara didn't fully understand the last bit, but she supposed that a lot of things he said never really made sense. She stopped in front of the door to her hotel room and started looking for her key in her purse. She found it under the book eventually.

"Oscar Wilde," the Doctor read out, "What sort of person brings a book to a party?"

"The sort that is usually bored by 11 o'clock and goes to her room to read," Clara explained, "Come on in."

She gestured for him to follow her, which he did only reluctantly. Clara took off her high heels immediately and sat down on her bed.

"Wow, you're tiny," the Doctor commented.

"Wow, you're nice," she replied with a hint of sarcasm but added a smile quickly.

The Doctor handed her one of the McFlurrys and they both began to eat in awkward silence after he had seated himself on the other bed in the room. When Clara suddenly thought about something, she started to giggle.

"What's funny?" the Doctor asked, a little irritated. She now noticed that he seemed irritated most of the time.

"Nothing, just. You know when they first started selling these," she pointed to the ice cream, "I swore to my mother that I had eaten one years before."

"Oh really? Is that so?"

"Yeah, but clearly I couldn't have."

"No, you couldn't," the Doctor replied but when Clara looked up to him she could've sworn there was the hint of a smile on his lips, as if he knew.

"So, what brings you to a world's end party? You don't seem the type to believe in the apocalypse."

The Doctor licked his plastic spoon clean and said after a pause: "Well, everything ends. Eventually. Even earth. But not tonight. How about you?"

"Got dragged along by a friend," Clara explained, eyeing her ice cream. What had she been thinking? Inviting a stranger to her room? He brought ice cream, but still. He could be a crazy person – and he probably was in one way or another. Or worse, a criminal. He didn't even have a real name.

"I should probably go," the man called the Doctor announced and got up to his feet. Had he been reading her thoughts?

"Will I run into you again?" Clara asked.

"Uhm, probably not. Since, you know, I travel a lot."

Clara rose from the bed and stood awkwardly in front of the Doctor.

"Well, thank you. For the ice cream, I mean. And sorry I spilled my drink on you," she pointed at his shirt and noticed nothing. She couldn't notice anything, because he wasn't wearing the same shirt. He must be staying in the hotel as well and had changed in his room.

"Well, good night," she said and pecked him on the cheek quickly before backing off again. He stood there, even more awkwardly now, looking shocked.

"Yeah, yeah, good night," he stammered as he left her room and closed the door behind him.

Clara wondered for a moment if she should run after him, ask for his number. But she had a feeling that despite him travelling a lot, they would somehow meet again.