It had taken awhile, but Clara agreed to one more trip, to the Orient Express in space. Clara had calmed down after the argument, and somehow Danny had managed to reason with her to get her to agree.

They materialised on the train in the baggage cart, the Doctor stepped out first dressed a black suit with a loose bow tie. "Your train awaits, my lady," the Doctor held out his arm to Clara who stepped out in a lovely black flapper dress with gold detailing and black gloves.

"You mean, ladies," Star corrected, closing the TARDIS doors as she stepped out.

She was wearing a thin strapped purple dress, stopping at her mid thighs, with small tassels in layers, swaying as she moved. A silver headband over her forehead as she left her hair loose, a large gem on the side, she also had a green boa on her shoulders used as a shawl. Finished with silver heels. She had hoped that Clara would help her choose something to wear but the human currently wasn't speaking to her.

"You look beautiful," the Doctor told her.

"Thank you." She murmured. "But Clara looks better." She looked at the woman for a reaction but…nothing, she acted as though she hadn't heard anything.

"There were many trains to take the name Orient Express, but only one in space." The Doctor led them off and into the lounge.

The lounge was a comfortable cart with chairs along one side, a bar at the far end with guards around the room, a young lady singing a Jazz version of 'Don't stop me now'.
"Of course it is." Clara nodded.
"Completely faithful recreation of the original Orient Express. Except slightly bigger." The Doctor told her, "And in space. Oh, and the rails are actually hyperspace ribbons. But in every other respect, identical. Painstaking attention to detail." A large man shoved past them, "Most of the time." He rubbed his arm.
"You're doing it again." Star looked at Clara.

No reaction.

"Stop it!" she cried, "I made a mistake, I know! Please stop ignoring me, at least show that you can hear me! Please, stop it!"
Clara sighed; knowing that if she kept it up Star would cause a scene, "What am I doing?"

"Smiling sadly. You're meant to smile because you're happy but you're not. And its my fault."

"Yes it is."
"I just thought this would be a good one to…" the Doctor trailed.
"To end it." Clara finished, "Yeah. It is. It's a good choice. A good one to end on."
"It was my idea," Star mumbled, "Thought it would be nice to dress as a flapper. Actually, I said we should go and meet Agatha Christie but someone," she gave the Doctor a look, "had already done that and knew exactly how the woman lost her memory."
"Shall we?" the Doctor offered Clara his arm, she took it.
"Ladies and gentlemen." The computer announced, "If you would be good enough to look from the windows on the right of the train, you'll be able to see the soaring majesty of the Magellan black hole."
"Oh, I remember when this was all planets as far as the eye could see." The Doctor remarked as they looked out the window, "All gone now. Gobbled up by that beast…"

Star glanced at Clara, "I can see a smile creeping on you lips."

"Well, its only you I hate." Clara shot at her before sighing deeply, "I don't actually hate you."
"There was this planet, Obsidian." The Doctor said, a little louder than needed, hoping if he kept talking there wouldn't be an argument because two angry girls fighting what not want he had bargained for, "The planet of perpetual darkness."
"I did. I did hate you. In fact, I hated you for weeks."
"Good. Well, I'm glad that you've cleared that up. There was also a planet that was made completely of shrubs."

"Doctor," Star whacked him, "if you want to keep talking just go into the TARDIS so that Clara and I can speak."

"No." the Doctor shook his head, "im not leave the pair of you alone."
"I went to a concert once." Clara continued, "Can't remember who it was. But do you know what the singer said? She said, 'Hatred is too strong an emotion to waste on someone that you don't like.'"
The Doctor shifted, looking between the pair. Really not liking where this was going.
"Look, what I'm trying to say is, I don't hate you." she looked at Star, "I could NEVER hate you." she sighed, "you've changed…from when we first met and I can't do this any more. Not the way you do it."

"On the moon…." Star began but Clara cut her off.

"No. I don't want to talk about that."

"But I do! I need you to understand."

"Please I just want to forget we ever went to the moon."

"One day, though. One day we will talk about it."

"Fine. But not today."

"Fine."

"Can I talk about the planets now?" the Doctor asked, sensing by their tone that no more would be said.
"Go on." Clara rolled her eyes at him, "talk about the planets."
"Thedion Four." The Doctor grinned "Constant acid rain. Had a lovely picnic there once, wearing a gas mask."
"That's a lie." A young woman stopped in front of them.

"I'm sorry?" Clara blinked at her.
"That's a lie, what you said. Thedion Four was destroyed thousands of years ago, so you couldn't have been there."

The head guard walked over, seeing the woman talking to them, "Miss Pitt, are you sure you wouldn't rather rest in your room?"
"That man's a liar." She pointed at the Doctor.
"Perhaps you'd allow Mr Carlyle here to escort you back." The guard gestured another guard over.
"It'll be all right, miss." The other guard escorted her away, "Just come with me."
"Sorry about that." The head guard turned to the trio, "I suppose it's understandable in the circumstances. I don't believe we've been introduced. Captain Quell."
"I'm Clara. This is the Doctor," Clara introduced them. "And Star," she added when the Doctor narrowed his eyes at her.
"Ah, another one." Captain Quell nodded.
"Sorry? Another what?"
"Well, we've got doctors and professors coming out of our ears on this trip. So, what are you a doctor of?"

"That question isn't asked often enough," Star murmured.
"Let's say intestinal parasites." The Doctor offered.
The captain eyed him, "I'm beginning to think Miss Pitt was right about you."
"What's wrong with her?" Clara asked, the woman had seemed dazed and…not herself, "Did something happen?"
"You mean you really don't know?"

They took their flutes of champagne out to the corridor to talk in private after Captain Quell told them what had happened to Miss Pitts mother, how she had seen a Mummy and then had died in her chair.

"There's a body and there's a mummy." Clara remarked, "I mean, can you not just get on a train? Did a wizard put a curse on you about mini-breaks?"
"It might be nothing." He waved her off, "Old ladies die all the time. It's practically their job description."
"And the monster?"
"Well, seen by no one except her, which suggests that it wasn't there. A dying brain, lack of oxygen, hallucinations. Anyway, people do just die sometimes. She was over a hundred years old."
"Says the 2000 year old man," Clara scoffed.
"Clara, you actually sound as if you want this to be a thing." Star eyed her intently, "Do you?"
"No. No, look, fine." She shook her head, "You know, if you think that there is nothing to worry about, then that is fine by me. "
"Sure?"
"I'm sure."
"To our last hurrah." The Doctor raised a toast.
"Our last, yeah. I mean, it's not like I'm never going to see you again."
"Isn't it?"

"Is it?"
"I thought that's what you wanted?" Star frowned.

"Says the one who shouted 'and if I never see you again it'll be too soon'."

Her face reddened, "I say things I don't mean when I get angry. I have more control over…whatever the hell it is than my anger which is genetics."
"No, what I mean, you're going to come round for dinner or something, aren't you? Do you do that? Do you come round to people's houses for dinner?"
"Of course." The Doctor nodded, "Why wouldn't we do that?"
"I don't know. I thought you might find it boring."
"Is it boring?"
"Last Christmas at Clara's wasn't." Star smiled at the memory.
Clara raised her champagne flute, "To the last hurrah."
The Doctor copied, "The last hurrah."

"The last hurrah," Star whispered and they clinked their glasses.

In their room, the Doctor argued with himself as he laid on the bottom bunk. "It's nothing. Nothing. Definitely. Sure. 99% sure. Really? 99%? That's quite high. Is that the figure you're sticking with? Okay, okay. 75. Well, that's jumped quite a bit. You've just lost 24%."

"Will you shut up!" Star snapped from the top bunk.

"What's wrong?" he called up to her.

"Im trying to sleep. If you want to argue with yourself, doing it quietly or even better in your head."

"Sorry," he whispered, "Because you know what this sounds like, don't you? No, do tell me. A mummy that only the victim can see. I was being rhetorical. I know exactly what this sounds like."

"Oh, for gods sake," Star grumbled, "just go."

"You're not coming?" he asked her, putting his jacket back on.

"No, I don't want to! Now get out!" she threw a pillow at him just as he slid out the door, expecting her to have thrown her dagger at him.

Moments later Clara was knocking at the door, "hello? Doctor, are you awake?"

Star jumped down from the top bunk, hurrying to open the door.

"Oh, Star. You know what never mind…" she turned to go back to his room.

"Dad's gone to find out what's happening," Star told her, "If you're quick you may meet him on the way to the lounge."

"Right." She nodded, "I'll go and get dressed then." She turned to leave but frowned and turned back to Star, "you didn't go with him?"

"I didn't want to in case this turned out to be a thing and I got the blame because it was my idea to come here. Night Clara." She closed the door on the human and slid down to the floor, her back resting against the door.

Clara knocked on the door again a few minutes later. Star had heard her enter her room next door and could guess that the woman had gotten dressed again "Star? Are you leaning against the door with you knees tucked to your chest with your arms hugging you're knees and head on her arms?"

She lifted her head up; surprised she would be able to know she was doing that, "maybe…" it was a comfortable position and stopped people entering her room when she didn't want them too.

The door handle shook as Clara tried to enter, "Star, open the door."

"No, I don't want to."

"Star, open the door."

"No!"

"…Are you okay?"

Star frowned, that didn't sound like she was talking to her, it sounded like there was someone outside in the corridor.

"Hello? Excuse me?" Clara continued, her voice getting quieter she walked off.

Star hesitated a moment, her hand hovering above the handle before quickly deciding to follow Clara. It didn't matter if there was a chance of her getting angry again, if she was separated and she was left to make a bad decision again. It would end in tears, worse than last time.

"Excuse me?" she followed Clara's voice as they walked down the narrow corridor, "Miss Pitt, wasn't it? Are you all right? Do you need some help?"
"My name's Maisie." The woman, Miss Pitt, turned to Clara as they reached the baggage compartment, "I'm not mad."
"I didn't say you were mad," Clara said slowly, "but you've had a bad day. I think anybody could do with a little bit of help after a day like today."
"Computer, open the door." Maisie called to the panel to a heavy door, labelled Private Company Property, in the baggage cart.
"Call me Gus." The computer replied, "I'm afraid this door can only be opened by executive order."
"Are you okay?" Clara asked her.

Maisie broke down in tears as she tried to open the door "They won't let me see her body. They should let me see her body, shouldn't they?"
"Er, yeah, I should think so. It's in there, is it? Okay, I have a, eh…I know a girl who's really good with locks. Do you want to come with me, she's in her room?"

"Turn around."

Clara turned to see Star behind her, still in her dress, expect the boa and headdress were missing, "were you following us."

She shrugged, "I heard you talking. Just wanted to make sure you were getting into any danger."

"That's…sweet of you."

Their little moment was interrupted as Maisie slammed the heel of her shoe onto the door pad, breaking it, opening the door.
"Or you could do that because that works, too." Clara remarked, quickly following Maisie into the room. Star looked at the TARDIS, frowning before joining them as the door closed behind them, locking them in.

"Oh, great," Star groaned, moving to work on the wires of the key pad on that side.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Maisie watched her.

"Kinda. It'd be easier with a sonic but…" she trailed with a shrug, "Im clever."

"And stubborn," Clara added, "and full of yourself and you don't like rules and you think you're right all the time…"

"And now you're rambling."

"Must have picked up a few things from you."

"Hopefully only the good bits."

"Hmm."
"Do you ever wish bad things on people?" Maisie wondered of them.
"Oh, all the time." Star nodded, "Whoever designed this door, High Council of Gallifrey, other planets, other races, the Daleks, the Cybermen. My own dad once, may have sent my Godfather, his ex-friend, after him to try and kill him..."

"I think she gets it." Clara cut in.
"She wasn't really my mum." Maisie remarked, "She just made me call her that. She was my gran. Do you know why I wanted to see her body?"

"Because you loved her very much and were missing her?"
"No. You obviously never met her." Maisie chuckled, "No, I just felt really guilty. Like I'd been picturing her dying for years. Like a daydream. Not really meaning it. At least, I don't think I did. But now, it just feels like I made this happen."

"Stupid door!" Star punched the key pad…still nothing. She leaned on the wall, watching Clara comfort the woman, knowing she wouldn't be able to get them out, they could only wait and hope the Doctor realised they weren't in their rooms.
"Hey, listen." Clara put a comforting arm around Maisie, "You didn't do anything wrong. Difficult people, they can make you feel all sorts of things. But you didn't do it. You didn't kill her. She just died."
"Are you sure about that?" Maisie looked at her.

The girls sat on a box, sitting against the wall, Star eying the sarcophagus box at the far wall of the room as they talked, Maisie told them about her and her gran, telling them why she thought it was her fault as Clara explained about Star and the Doctor, the reason they were here in the first place.

"This Doctor." Maisie began, "He's your what, exactly?"
"He's not my anything." Clara replied.
"Oh, you mean you're just friends."
"Well, he more my uncle, I suppose. Oh…would I still be your family?" She glanced at Star, not sure how she felt about that, as much as she hated them half the time, she'd miss them, she'd missed Stars hugs, but she loved being part of their family it made her feel special.
"Well, that clearly isn't true." Maisie countered
"It's true. It is. It's very true."

"It's not true," Star murmured,

"What?" she looked over at Star.

"You may not be our companion any more, but that doesn't stop you from being family. Come on, Clara, you're my favourite cousin."
"You do seem to be here together." Maisie agreed.
"This is a goodbye to the good times." Clara muttered.
"Were the good times all like this?"

"Yes," Star answered promptly.
Clara gave a small laugh, "Now that you mention it."

"They were good times, weren't they?"

"Yeah, they were."

Star grinned but it quickly faded as Clara wasn't grinning, but looking down at the floor. She really had made a huge mistake and ruined everything.

"If you don't mind my asking…what did they do?" Maisie asked.

"It's not really what they did, more what Star did."

"So, its you're fault?" Maisie turned to Star.

"100% my fault." She nodded, willing to take full blame.

"What did you do?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"You sound just like the Doctor." Clara remarked to her.

But to Star that wasn't a compliment that what she was hoping for on the moon. What she did was her trying to be like her father but in doing that she had messed everything up. Maybe she wasn't fit to take after him. When she did things his way they didn't work, she needed to do things her own way.

"Oh, she wrong." Maisie agreed as Clara told her about what happen with the moon hatching. With the Doctor and Star having left her to make the right choice.
"Yes. Yes. Yes, they were. See?" she nudged Star, "see agrees with me."

"I know," Star nodded, "and I regret it, ok. I could have told you what I had planned, SHOULD have told you. Then you wouldn't be as mad at me."
"And high-handed and, and thoughtless and, arrogant beyond belief." Maisie continued.
"Exactly." Clara nodded.
"And you got on a train with them."
Clara blinked, "I'm saying goodbye. You can't end it on a slammed door."

"Yes, you can." Star looked at Clara meaningly, "I've ended a lot of relationships with people I love on closed doors with argument and never spoke to them again."

"But that's you," Clara pointed out, "im not you. You're…you do things…you know what im trying to say."

She really didn't want to say what she was getting out, she didn't know exactly how to say it without hurting the girl any more that she already had. Ok, the girl hurt her with her plan but they were both trying to forget it happened.

"Yeah I do," Star blinked back tears, "im different, insane, mad, bonkers…a monster. I know what people say about me and I don't want to be the person everything thinks I am."
"Anyone can end on a relationship on a closed door," Maisie got them back on the main topic they were on, "People do it all the time. Except, of course, when they can't." she sighed, "Life would be so much simpler if you liked the right people. People you're supposed to like. But then, I guess there'd be no fairy tales."

"Clara? Star?" the Doctor called on the comm. at that moment.

Star exhaled, "hi dad."
"Wake up sleepy head. Time for breakfast. Knowing this train, it'll taste amazing."
"Doctor," Clara cut him off, "please, we're in trouble."
"Can't even get that right, huh?"
"Doctor."

"Bad food on trains is traditional."
"Doctor…"
"Listen; there's been another mummy murder. So our last hurrah just became a bit more interesting."

Clara sighed and looked at Star, "you normally get him to shut up."
"I'll never speak to you again," Star said.

"What did I do?" he called.

"Nothing, I needed to get you to shut up so I can tell you that we're trapped."
"What? Where are you? Are you alone?"
"In a room in the baggage cart. With Clara and Miss Pitt."
The Doctor went silent and they assumed that meant he was running to see them. He knew it would be a bad night with them alone, especially if they did end up snapping. They were doing so well right now, keeping calm and friendly.

They were proven right when they heard him pounding on the door. "Star! Clara! Is that you?"
"Yes!" she called, "its us."
"Ow!" the Doctor cried as he tried to sonic the door open, "Computer, can you open the door, please?
"Call me Gus." The computer replied, "I'm afraid this door can only be opened by executive order."
"Oh. Forget it." he groaned, the door stuttered but stopped, "Oh. Now the stupid sonic…"
"What?" Clara asked.
"Screwdriver's not working."
"What? What do you mean, it's not working? Why?"

"I don't know. Some sort of a suppression field, I would guess. And it has to be a guess because, as I say, the stupid sonic screwdriver's not working. What are you even doing in there?"
"Well, we were looking for you. Mr Nothing To Worry About."
"What, was I supposed to waken you up? Drag you out of bed. Even Star didn't want to get up."

"I was tired!" she defended. It was kind of the truth, she was tired, but she was tired because of her headache, they seemed to be getting worse, never leaving, sometimes they were more painful than others, but they were always there, a small pounding in the back of her head. She could now understand why the Master went mad. It was enough to drive anyone completely crazy like him.
"I had a hunch." The Doctor ignored her and spoke to Clara, "I thought you didn't want to do this any more."
"Look, please, can we just not do this now?" Clara pleaded, "I think we might not be alone in here. There's a sarcophagus."
He paused a moment, "Is it in there?"

The light on the sarcophagus changed from red to green as it began to open.
"I think we might just be about to find out." Star remarked, "Turns out the sonic is working just not on the door we need." The lights flickered.
"It's coming." The Doctor breathed, frantically working the lock, needing to get them our, needing to get Star out, needing to get them both out. They pair of them in the same room, alone with a human who didn't seem quite perfect in the head right now. Just one wrong word or misunderstanding and the whole universe might just end.
"Star!" Clara shouted as the girl approached the Sarcophagus.

"It's okay. " Star let out a breath as it fully opened, "It's full of bubble wrap…"
"But the lights?" the Doctor mused.
"Doctor, move away from the door." They heard the guard order.
"My daughter and friend are inside. Im not leaving them."

"See he isn't willing to leave." Clara muttered.

"Now?" Star huffed, "you want to do this now?!"

"Both of you stop it!" the Doctor snapped through the door.
"Then they're in trouble, too." The guard continued, "I spoke to Head Office. There is no mystery shopper. You're not even on the passenger list."
"Star, Clara, I'm going to have to call you back."

They could hear the footsteps fading away meaning the guards were either escorting the Doctor off or dragging him away.
"Looks like it's just us then," Clara remarked.

"Well, we either have our argument now or see what in this box." Star tapped the box they were sat on.

"Box." She answered automatically, "Definitely rummage through the box."

"You'll have to let me explain one day."

They rummaged through the papers, finding all sorts of interesting facts. Finding out that the Foretold Mummy had been on a few other ships that Maisie had recognised.

Clara phone rang and she answered it.

"Clara," the Doctor greeted.

"The sarcophagus is actually a secure stasis unit." She told him.
"Yes. It's where they want us to put the Foretold if we capture it."
"Why didn't you tell us?" Star asked.
"Sorry." He offered. "Teeny bit busy round here. What else?"
"Please terminate your call and return to work." The computer called.
"We have some paperwork. Passenger manifests from other ships. Maisie recognised a couple of the names. These are missing ships."
"So, we're not the first."
"Doesn't look like it."

"I've got some progress reports." Clara cut in, getting them back on topic. "The Gloriana spent three days getting picked off by the Foretold. All died. Performance marked as poor. The Valiant Heart. 42 crew, 4 died. Performance, promising."

"I've got to go," the Doctor said softly, sounding distracted by something.
"Why?" Star frowned.

"Im busy."

"No wait, tell me!" she began, groaning when he hung up. "Just us again then."

"Great." Clara grumbled.

"We're doing well so far."

"I am so bored!" Star whined, pacing the room in her boredom.

"Yes, I know you're bored, you don't have to keep repeating yourself," Clara moaned.

"Make the boredom go away, Clara." She rested her head on the woman's shoulder.

"We are not having that talk if that what you getting at."

"Im gonna miss you," she murmured into the woman's shoulder.

"What?" Clara blinked, not sure if she had heard Star say that or not. Sometimes the girl said things without even realising she said them, "I'll miss you too. Gingerbread," she nudged her.

"I like it when you call me Gingerbread."

"You're being nice. Why?" Clara demanded lightly.

"Because I ruined everything. And now we'll have to find another stupid human to replace you."

"Hey! Not all of us humans are stupid."

"No one else is you. No one else went in dads timeline, splitting themselves into millions of pieces to save us."

"Well, I couldn't just stand and watch you both die when I could save you, now could I?"

"Yes, you could have done. Vastra did."

They were cut in from the touching moment when Clara's phone rang, Star picked it up, "what now?"

"It wants Maisie," he stated.

"Why?" she glanced at the woman, "She's just having a bad day."

"It doesn't care. Her bad day, her bereavement, her little breakdown puts her squarely in its cross hairs. She's next. Every simulation we've run confirms it."

"What are you even doing?"
"Long story."

"So, it can teleport then?" she guessed, otherwise why tell them, she'd be safe in here, it wouldn't be able to get in otherwise.
"Yeah. We need her here. Even the computer agrees."
"So you can save her?" Clara called, having been listening, wanting to know what was happening, it was her last day with them, she didn't want them to leave her out, "Right?"
"Of course not." He scoffed, "Why would you think that? This is another chance to observe it in action."
"As it kills her."
"Of course, as it kills her. So bring her to us."
"Ok." Star hung up the phone.

Clara silently shook her head at Star as Maisie asked, "What'd he saying?"

This was not how Star wanted the trip to turn out like, she didn't want Clara to leave hating them because they had killed someone, but that's what they did, no, that's what her dad did, but he dragged her into the same issue, making her end up helping him.

"Star," Clara whispered, "don't, please."

She turned to Maisie, fixing a grin, "He says he can save you."

The door opened and they walked out.

"I knew he could get us out of there. I told you, he's a good man." Maisie smiled.

Clara tried to walk to the TARDIS, only to find out she couldn't, "shield around her," Star informed her.
Clara ignored her and answered Maisie, "Yes. Yes, he is."
"And to be honest," Maisie continued, "I don't know how convinced I am by this trauma sense thing, but if the Doctor says he can help me anyway, I mean, that has to be a good thing, doesn't it, Clara?"

"Did you know?" Clara turned to Star, asking her quietly so Maisie didn't hear, "you did, didn't you?"

"No," she answered honestly, "I didn't. Clara I was with you, how could I have known? Please…"

"This was your plan from the beginning wasn't it? You planned this. I was starting to forgive you and then you do this."

"I had no idea, I swear, Clara. I didn't know."

The door opened to the lounge or more the lab as it seemed to be now. The three girls walked in and the Doctor hurried over.

"Hello, again." Maisie smiled, shaking the Doctors hand, "I'm Maisie."
"Good for you." he nodded.
"We passed the TARDIS on the way here." Clara told him, "Thought about getting inside, hiding, pulling the levers and hoping for the best. But we couldn't even get in. There was a force field around it."

The Doctor used a scanner on Maisie, "It's probably Gus trying to block our escape route."
"But how does he even know what the TARDIS is?" Star countered, "Cos if he knows what it is, then he knows what we are."
"Well, he has tried to entice us here before. Free tickets, mysterious summons, he even phoned the TARDIS number. Do you know how difficult a number…"
"You knew." Clara cut him off, "You knew this was no relaxing break. You knew this was dangerous."
"I didn't know. I certainly hoped."

"Clara I didn't. I tried to pilot us to a different time, away from the danger." Star told her honestly.
"Ok, this." Clara nodded, not believing Star at all, no matter how much she insisted she was telling the truth, both of them always lied to her, she hated it, "You see, this. This is why I'm leaving you. This. Because you lied. You lied to me, again. You've made me your accomplice."
"What?" Maisie frowned, "Sorry? When did you lie? Clara? Star?"
Clara turned to her, "Maisie, I am so sorry."
But Maisie was pointing to something no one else could see, the mummy had arrived.
"Do we start the clock?" the engineer wondered.
"Not yet." the Doctor stood in front of Maisie flashing the scanner in her face. "Focus. Focus. Focus! All of that is your grief, your trauma, your resentment. And now…" he zapped the scanner to his head, "its mine."
"It's gone." Maisie breathed.
"No. No, it's not. Not for me. Cos now it thinks I'm you."
"Start the clock." He turned to the mummy that only he could see, "Hello. I'm so pleased to finally see you. I'm the Doctor and I will be your victim this evening. Are you my mummy?" he turned to Star, "haven't said that in a while."

"What?" she shook her head, "is this an adventure you had without me? If it is…"

"Oops," he winced, turning back to the mummy. He hadn't told her his adventure with the nanogenes when he first met Jack Harkness, "But you can't hurt me until my time is up. I think. So are there magic words? Is there a way to stop you in your tracks? Oh, you really didn't like your gran, did you? There's something visible under the bandages. By the way, you weren't being paranoid. She really did poison your pony."
"Oh!" Maisie blinked.

"Markings like the ones the scroll. Oh, and your father. Sorry."
"What?"
"A tattered piece of cloth attached to a length of wood that you will kill for."
"30 seconds." The engineer called.
"That doesn't sound like a scroll. That sounds like a flag! And if that sounds like a flag, if this is a flag, that means that you are a soldier, wounded in a forgotten war thousands of years ago. But they've worked on you, haven't they, son? They've filled you full of kit. State of the art phase camouflage, personal teleporter."
"10 seconds."
"And all that tech inside you, it just won't let you die, will it? It won't let the war end. It just won't let you stop until the war is over. We surrender."
"Zero…"

"I can see it again." Maisie gasped.

"We all can," Star remarked, watching as the mummy stepped back from the Doctor, lowering its arm.
"Do I start the clock?" the engineer wondered.
"I don't think we need to."
The mummy saluted the Doctor, "The clock has stopped." The Doctor said, "You're relieved, soldier."

The mummy disintegrated into a pile of dust and bandages.
"Phew." The engineer sighed, "He's not the only one."

Star picked up the blue tech from the remains of the mummy, "this is what we were fighting?"
"So was he." The Doctor added
"Listen, what I said…" Clara began.
"Save it." the Doctor cut her off, "We're not out of the woods yet. Well, Gus, I think we solved your little puzzle. Ancient soldier being driven by malfunctioning tech."
"Thank you so much for your efforts." Gus called, "They are greatly appreciated. Unfortunately, survivors of this exercise are not required."
"That's surprising," Star muttered sarcastically as the Doctor soniced the tech.
"Air will now be removed from the entire train." Gus announced and everyone began to choke, finding it suddenly hard to breath, "We hope you have enjoyed your journey on the Orient Express."
"I take it you know a way out?" Clara choked,
"My enemy's enemy is my friend." The Doctor reasoned, "Especially when he has a built in teleporter."
Many of the passengers, passed out.

"Great! So use it!" Clara cried.
"A little more work."
"Doctor!"
"Couple of minutes. Max. I'll give you a shout."

"Here," Star took over, pulling on a small wire just as the train exploded as Clara fainted.

They managed to get everyone off in time, everyone still alive, just about. They tried to find out what Gus was and why he needed them. As Star said, he obviously knew they were Time Lords. They got changed after they took everyone to the closest planet, left them all at a hospital, all in good care.

The Doctor was drawing in the sand with a stick as Star sat on the pebbles, Clara's head on her lap as the woman was covered with blankets for warmth when she slowly woke.

"Sorry, im not a very comfy pillow." Star apologised.

"Oh hello, again." the Doctor glanced up seeing her awake, "Sleep well?"
"Weren't we just on a train?" she frowned, seeing them on a beach.
"Oh, that was ages ago."
"And?"
"And what? Oh, and we got off the train. Oh, well, Star got the teleporter to work. She's brilliant like that. Beamed everyone into the TARDIS. No casualties, just a bevy of sleeping beauties. I tried hacking Gus from the TARDIS, find out who set this all up. He really didn't like that. Set off some fail-safe thing. Blew up the train."
"Blew up the train?"
"Blew up the train. But we got away. Then I dropped everyone off at the nearest civilised planet, which happened to be here." Behind them was a various of tall buildings with the pink sky behind them.
"You were sleeping peacefully so we let you continue," Star added.
"So you saved everyone." Clara murmured.
"No, we just saved you and we let everyone else suffocate." The Doctor countered, "Ha, ha, ha."
"Hmm.
"Yeah, this is just my cover story."
"So, when you lied to Maisie…" she looked at Star.
"I couldn't risk Gus finding out my plan and stopping me."
"So you were pretending to be heartless."

"We do have two hearts, Clara." Star reminded her, "We actually care far more than we let on."
"Would you like to think that about us?" the Doctor eyed her, "Would that make it easier? I didn't know if I could save her. I couldn't save Quell, I couldn't save Moorhouse. There was a good chance that she'd die too. At which point, I would have just moved onto the next, and the next, until I beat it. Sometimes the only choices you have are bad ones. But you still have to choose."

Clara blinked and turned to Star, "can we talk?" she glanced at the Doctor, "alone?"

Star and Clara sat at the kitchen table both with a cup of tea as they talked. The Doctor was in the console room, saying goodbye to Perkins, though they both knew of the chance that he was going to ask the man to be a companion. when Clara said she didn't want Star to explain, she meant them having an argument, a calm talk she was alright with, but she knew never to argue or fight with tar, the girl knew how to manipulate you to loose.

"You left." Clara murmured, "You both left. Leaving me with Lundvik and Courtney alone on the moon to make an impossible choice to decide the fate of the Earth or whatever was hatching in the moon. You left saying that it wasn't your moon but you're on Earth so much that it SHOULD be you're moon."

"We didn't leave because it wasn't our moon." Star sighed, "We left because we trusted you enough that we, I, felt you deserved the chance to make the impossible choices that we make. What you did…the choice you made on the moon. That's the choice we face everyday. One innocent life or an entire planet."

"Like with the Moment." Clara frowned, "Gallifrey or the universe. To save the entire universe you lost your home planet."

"Exactly."

"Why? Why did you make me do that? Im only human while your both, I dunno, the gods of the universe."

"We wanted you to know that we don't just see you as the companion. We do actually see you as our family. As someone we know we can trust so that if we're not around for whatever reason, there is someone who we know will make the right decision, no matter how tough, the right decision will be made."

"You trust me that much?" Clara breathed. Shocked at that, when she first began travelling with them, before the time tunnel incident, she knew they, especially the Doctor, didn't trust her and had actually shouted at her about his distrust but since then, they had trusted her with so much. They had been through so much together.

"I trust you with my lifes." Star told her honestly, "and the Doctor trusts you with mine."

The Doctor never really trusted her and Amy to be alone together, at first it was because of the fact that Amy had snogged him and she had being threatening to kill her but even after she got married he didn't trust the two alone together. He was ishy with her and Rory, many because he was jealous how much she loved him but he never said anything about her being alone with Clara, just automatically trusted that nothing would happen with them two together.

Star glanced at Clara phone that she had placed on the table as it rang, the caller ID showing that it was Danny, "I don't think your boyfriend would be very happy if you didn't answer his calls."

"Why do you hate him so much?"

"Answer your phone, Clara."

"Hey, Danny. How are you?" she waited for his replied, "Yep. Mission accomplished. Listen, I can't talk now but I'll see you soon and, er, I love you. Huh. No accounting for taste."
Star glanced up at the call ended, looking back down again as Clara met her eyes. She was staring hard enough if she kept it up she may just burn a whole through the table. "What did he want?"
She watched her, seeing her upset that she had said she wanted to stop. Seeing how she had snapped just because she had showed her how important she was to them. She couldn't do it. She couldn't just leave them, no today, they were her family, you can't just give up on your family after one bad day, "He's fine with it."
"Fine with what?" she looked up with wide sad eyes.
"Danny. He's fine with the idea of us knocking about. It was his idea that we stop but, he's decided he doesn't mind and neither do I. Oh, to hell with the last hurrah. Let's keep going."
"Really?" she perked up.

"Yeah. How can I say no to my adorable little cousin?" She gave her a big hug from behind, grinning.

"I think you'll find that you're the little cousin, Clara." She giggled, turning to give her a big hug as well.

"Just make sure you get me home in time."

"That's a promise I can keep. Come on, gotta tell dad the fantastic news!" she grinned and tugged her off.