The Doctor's footsteps echoed into the room. They stopped abruptly.

Clara's gaze met the Doctor's. He smiled to her.

Everything is going to be fine.

And he soon turned and entered the TARDIS, before Madame Vastra followed him, closed the door and the blue box dematerialized.

Clara closed her eyes. After a few moments, she felt a shot of pain in her chest and in her back, which began to spread upward.

"Come on boy, you can do it."

The short alien hadn't taken off his sight from his controller since the Doctor brought Clara in. It knew when Clara wasn't able to hold on anymore.

She was able to hear the faint growls of the Snowmen outside.

They were preparing to attack.

The Doctor was losing the war.

"Captain Latimer," Clara breathed, almost croaked in pain to the man.

He moved closer to the table where she lay and took the governess' hand into his

"Your children... They're afraid..." Her voice trembled as she pleaded him with urge with hurrying breaths. She didn't want the children, kids she loved with all her heart even though they weren't hers, to be scared, especially when they are seeing their governess in such a state.

Dying.

"Hold them."

"It's not really... my area."

"It is now..." Clara said tiringly.

She was such a strong person... But she wasn't strong enough to cheat death.

Even if she had the best equipment in the galaxy keeping her alive, Clara knew.

She had to die.

Clara shut her eyes in pain, and let a tear slither down her cheek on to the pillow.

She was confined, no one could help her, she had to help herself.

'I have to die. There's nothing that can be done.

The Doctor is trying to save me, but I will be the one who will save him from the war.

I will die saving the Doctor.'