The TARDIS materialised around the girl.

"CLARA!" The Doctor shouted as he ran and kneeled near her frozen body.

He was sick of losing people.

He'd lost Amy and Rory so many years ago and vouched that he would never pull down the TARDIS lever again.

And now, that he did, now that he decided that it was time to move on, another person died.

All because of him.

He was in tears, smoothing her forehead as the green light of the sonic screwdriver hovered above the girl.

No one could have survived a fall half that height.

Let alone Clara's fall.

No... She can't be dead...

Clara couldn't die!

There was one chance, and one only...