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Later on in the TARDIS, the Doctor and Rose both worked the ship's controls with the Time Lady having her overcoat removed and over one of the railings. Sydney was sitting on one of the console room's steps with his Gallifreyan history book in his hands and was reading it. Clara on the other hand, finished her tea and set the cup down purposefully on the top of the console.
"Okay. When are you three going to explain what the hell is going on?" Clara asked the three Gallifreyans as Sydney closed his Gallifreyan history book and stood up as he approached the console.
"Breakfast," the Doctor answered as he threw one of the console's switches forward with his left hand, causing the TARDIS to lurch a bit.
"Indeed, we'll explain at breakfast," Rose said, agreeing with her husband as she and the Doctor headed for the door with Sydney following them
"What?" Clara muttered with shock in her voice as she ran around the other side of the console to confront them, "I ain't waiting till breakfast."
"You don't have to," Sydney assured her with a smile on his face.
"He's right," the Doctor said, agreeing with his son, "It's a time machine. You never have to wait for breakfast." He then opened the door with his left hand, causing sunlight streams to come into the TARDIS as he, Rose and Sydney stepped out of the ship, "Thank you!"
As the Doctor, Rose and Sydney stepped out of the TARDIS, they realised they were in Southbank, London and that there was a group of people applauding his 'performance' before Clara stepped out behind them.
"Like he said, thanks," Rose said, agreeing with her husband.
"Indeed, thanks," Sydney muttered, agreeing with his parents.
"Thank you. Yes, magic blue box," the Doctor added as he pulled out his fez from under his jacket with his right hand and moved it around, "All donations gratefully accepted." He then passed it around to collect, "Roll up! Roll up! Give us your dosh. Oh, pennies, pounds, anything you've got." He then gave the fez to Clara, "Keep collecting, we need enough for breakfast. Just popping back to the garage." He then went back inside the TARDIS.
"Garage?" Clara repeated with confusion in her voice.
"Oh, the TARDIS is full of surprises, Clara," Rose told her, "It's not just a time machine, it's a home. And like any home, it has its own… unique features. You'll see."
"And that includes a garage full of vehicles from countless adventures," Sydney added, "Including motorcycles, cars, and even a canary-yellow Edwardian roadster that Dad used to drive around a lot when he was younger that he called 'Bessie.'"
Inside the TARDIS, the Doctor picked up the netbook from the console before hurrying down one of the steps to the entry for deeper into the TARDIS before he went down the left side of the corridor.
"This way," the Doctor muttered as he came back to the doorway of the corridor and went down the right side of the corridor.
"So… So, this is tomorrow, then?" Clara asked all three Gallifreyans as she shook the Doctor's fez as more people dropped coins into it, "Tomorrow's come early."
"You could say that, Clara," Rose muttered to herself as the Doctor came out of the TARDIS on a motorcycle with two sidecars and wearing a motorcycle helmet with goggles over his head.
"No. it came at the usual time, we just took a short cut," the Doctor corrected Clara.
"Exactly," Sydney added, agreeing with his parents, "Time travel can be a bit tricky to wrap your head around at first, but you'll get the hang of it."
The People around them applauded them and took photos as Rose, Sydney and Clara approached the Doctor and the motorcycle that he was on.
"Thank you, thank you," the Doctor told the people around them as he handed Rose a motorcycle helmet with his right hand and did the same with Sydney before they placed them over their heads as Rose climbed onto the motorcycle behind her husband and Sydney getting in the motorcycle's right sidecar, "Tomorrow, a camel!" Clara then got in the motorcycle's left sidecar before he handed her a spare motorcycle helmet with his left hand as well, which she took with both of her hands, "Clara!"
Clara then handed the Doctor the fez as he took it with his left hand before he emptied the money from the fez and placed the hat on the head of a young boy standing next to the motorcycle as a girl posed for a photo with the TARDIS in the background.
Soon the Doctor drove the motorcycle across South Bank and towards Westminster Bridge with Rose having her arms wrapped around her husband's waist before he drove the motorcycle over the bridge.
"If you three have got a flying time machine, why are we on a motorbike?" Clara asked the three Gallifreyans with confusion in her voice.
"We don't take the TARDIS into battle," the Doctor explained.
"He's right, Clara," Rose said, agreeing with her husband, "The TARDIS is our home, not a weapon. We prefer to keep it safe."
"And besides, the TARDIS isn't exactly built for battle," Sydney added, "It's more for… exploration, discovery, and, well, running away when things get too dicey."
"Because it's made of wood?" Clara asked them.
"Because it's the most powerful ship in the universe and neither of us don't want it falling into the wrong hands," the Doctor answered before he held up both of his hands before realising he needed them both on the motorcycle's controls and placed them back on the motorcycle's handles, "Ah! Okay?"
They soon drove past Horse Guards Parade and were captured in another tourist photo.
"So if we can travel anywhere in time and space, why did we travel to the morning?" Clara asked the Doctor, Rose and Sydney as they were now sitting at a table at a rooftop café that was overlooking St Paul's Cathedral with the Time Lord having the netbook open, "What's the point in that?"
"Whoever's after us spent the whole night looking for us," the Doctor explained, "Are you tired?"
"Yeah, are you tired, Clara?" Rose asked her.
"Yes," Clara answered.
"Well, then imagine how they feel. They came the long way round," the Doctor told her before he typed on the netbook's keys, "They've got to be close, definitely London, going by the signal distribution, I can hack the lowest level of their operating system, but I can't establish a physical location, the security's too good."
"And trust me, Clara, when it comes to hacking and security, my dad is one of the best," Sydney added, "If he says it's too good, it really is. But don't worry, we've faced tougher challenges before."
"Are you three aliens?" Clara asked them.
"I am," the Doctor answered.
"Yes, we are," Rose said, agreeing with her husband, "We're not just any aliens. We're Time Lords, or in my case, a Time Lady. We come from a planet called Gallifrey."
"And I'm an alien too, Clara. But I'm a Gallifreyan, not a Time Lord… not yet, anyway," Sydney added with a small, self-deprecating smile, "You see, 'Time Lord' is a title that has to be earned. It requires years of study and mastery over time and space. I'm still on that journey."
"Okay with that?" The Doctor asked her.
"Fine, yeah," Clara answered, "I think I'm fine."
"Oh, good," the Doctor muttered to himself.
"Indeed, that is good," Rose said, agreeing with her husband.
'Definitely, good, Mum and Dad," Sydney muttered, agreeing with his parents.
"So what happens if you do find them?" Clara asked the Doctor, "What then?"
"I don't know," the Doctor answered, "We can't tell the future, we just work there."
"You don't have a plan?" Clara said with disbelief in her voice.
"Oh, you know what I always say about plans," the Doctor told her.
"What?" Clara asked him.
"I don't have one," the Doctor answered.
"That's the Doctor for you," Rose chuckled lightly as she shook her head and looked at Clara, "He never has a plan. But don't worry, he's brilliant at coming up with one as he goes along."
"From what I've been told Mum's right, Clara," Sydney said, agreeing with his mother, "Dad's been more of a 'make it up as you go' kind of Time Lord. But trust me, it always works out in the end."
"People always have plans," Clara stated before she slurped the remains of her drink through a straw.
"Yes. Yes, I suppose they do. And Rose and Sydney are right, I always do come up with one in the end," the Doctor said, agreeing with them before he closed the netbook with his left hand, "So, tell us, how long have you been looking after those kids?"
"About a year," Clara answered, "Since their mum died."
"Okay," the Doctor muttered, "But why you? Family friend, I get that, but there must have been others. Why did it have to be you? I mean, you don't really seem like a nanny."
"I agree, why did it have to be you to look after them?" Rose asked her, agreeing with her husband.
"And like Dad said, you don't seem to be the type of person to be a nanny," Sydney added, agreeing with his father.
"Give me," Clara said as she pushed her empty glass aside and reached for her netbook with both of her hands.
"Ha!" The Doctor laughed as he put his right hand on the computer and pulled it back towards him, "Sorry. What?"
"You three need to know where they physically are," Clara reminded him as she leaned forward, "Their exact location?"
"Yes," the Doctor confirmed.
"I can do it," Clara stated as she grabbed the netbook from him with both of her hands again and held it out of his reach.
"Oi, hang on," the Doctor protested as he held his right hand out and pointed at it with his right hand's index finger, "I need that."
"You've hacked the lower operating system, yeah?" Clara reminded him, "I'll have their physical location in under five minutes. Pop and get us a coffee with Rose and Sydney."
"If I can't find them, you can't," the Doctor stated as he grabbed the netbook with both of his hands as she looked inside the café.
"They uploaded me, remember?" Clara reminded him as she pulled the netbook back towards her, "I've got computing stuff in my head."
"So do I," the Doctor said as he pulled the netbook towards him as they began to play tug-of-war with the netbook as they argued, causing Rose to shake her head as Sydney giggled.
"I have insane hacking skills," Clara stated.
"I'm from space, and the future, with two hearts and… 27 brains," the Doctor told her.
"And I can find them in under five minutes plus photographs," Clara assured him, "Twenty-seven?"
"Okay," the Doctor relented, "Slight exaggeration."
"Coffee with your wife and son. Go get," Clara ordered him, "Five minutes. I promise." She then grabbed the netbook from his loose hands.
"Well, Clara, you certainly seem confident," Rose told her as Clara reopened her netbook with her left hand, "Maybe you do have a point."
"Yeah, Clara. If you believe you can do it, then we trust you," Sydney added, agreeing with his mother, "Go ahead and show us what you've got."
"The security is absolute," the Doctor warned Clara as he leaned back in his chair and checked his watch.
"It's never about the security," Clara stated as she began typing on the netbook's keys, "It's about the people." She then began typing the keys at a fast pace.
The Doctor sat there for a moment, legs crossed with Rose and Sydney sitting on their seats next to him before he reluctantly got up and headed inside with Rose and Sydney doing the same before he stopped by the door with Rose and Sydney doing the same as they looked back at Clara.
"Why do you three keep looking at me like that?" Clara asked them as she looked up at the three Gallifreyans.
"Sorry, no, it's nothing," the Doctor answered, "It's just... You're a nanny. Isn't that a bit, well, Victorian?"
"Victorian?" Clara repeated with disbelief in her voice.
"You're young, shouldn't you be doing, you know, with the…" the Doctor began to say as he stuttered, "Young things with-with-with…" He then attempted to do the Twist and a John Travolta impression, "young people."
"What, like you, for instance?" Clara said with disbelief in her voice, "Down, boy. And you're married to Rose with a son."
"Oh, Clara he didn't mean it like that," Rose assured her as she laughed lightly and shook her head, "The Doctor has a unique way of interacting with people. He's not one for conventional norms. But don't worry, you'll get used to it."
No, no, I didn't... she's right…" The Doctor began to agree with Rose as he walked towards Clara and held his left hand out towards her, causing her to look at him before he lowered his left arm, "Oh, shut up!" He then headed back inside before stopping halfway with an affronted gasp, "Shh…" He then continued on with Rose and Sydney following him as Clara smiled as she chuckled and kept typing.
Inside the café, the Doctor, Rose and Sydney walked up to the coffee bar that was loaded with pastries.
"Ooh!" The Doctor muttered as he picked up a plate holding a chocolate cake with both of his hands and inhaled the scent before he set it back down on the counter and looked at the Barista from behind the counter, who was an elderly man with light skin, blue eyes and white hair that had receded away with a beard and held a container with cotton balls in his hands, "Four more cappuccinos over there, please."
"One moment, sir," the Barista replied with an Italian accent as he walked over to the machine to start the process as the Doctor, intent on the pastries with Rose and Sydney watching him with amusement smiles on their faces, missed electricity crackle and lights flicker around them as the Doctor grabbed one of the scones from the pastries before the Barista suddenly spoke with a British accent as the Doctor went to eat his scone, "You three realise you haven't the slightest chance of saving your little friend?"
"I'm sorry, what?" The Doctor asked him with confusion in his voice.
"What do you mean by that?" Rose said, agreeing with her husband.
"Indeed, why did you say that?" Sydney asked the Barista when suddenly there was a flash of blue around the Barista again.
"I said, 'one moment, sir,'" the Barista answered as he spoke in his Italian accent again as he continued with his process for their cappuccinos before he stopped and stares ahead and held a towel over his left arm as there was a flash of blue light around him again as he spoke in his British accent again, "I said, 'there is not the slightest chance you three can save your little friend.' And don't annoy the old man, he isn't, in fact, speaking." He then resumed his work with the cappuccinos.
The Doctor leaned forward, studying the Barista as a Waitress with dark skin, black hair and brown eyes suddenly came up behind the three Gallifreyans, holding a tray against her body.
"I'm speaking," the Waitress said as the Doctor, Rose and Sydney all turned around towards her, "Just using whatever's to hand. Oh, she's rather pretty, isn't she? Do either of you like her?" The Doctor then walked up to her with Rose and Sydney watching, "I can make her like one of you too, if you want." The electricity suddenly crackled again as the Waitress leaned away from the Doctor, "You all right, sir?"
"Um, yes," the Doctor answered, "Yes. Fine." He then handed the scone to the Waitress before running outside.
"Don't worry about my husband, he's always been like that," Rose told her as she followed her husband.
"My Mum's right, don't worry about my father, he's always been a bit… eccentric," Sydney assured the waitress before he followed his parents out of the café.
The Doctor, Rose and Sydney soon came rushing out of the café and skidded to a stop as they saw Clara typing away on the Netbook.
"You Okay?" The Doctor asked the nanny.
"Yeah, are you all right, Clara?" Rose said, agreeing with her husband.
"Sure. setting up stuff," Clara answered, "Need a username."
"Learning fast," the Doctor muttered to himself.
"You're right, Dad, she sure is learning fast," Sydney said, agreeing with his father.
"Clara Oswald for the win," Clara told them before she remembered what all three Gallifreyans called her when she met them, "Oswin!"
As all three Gallifreyans began to walk away from her and back into the café, the Doctor and Rose both remembered when they first heard the name at the Dalek Asylum over seventy years ago in their timeline before they along with Sydney went back inside the café.
"Now I want you three to take a look around," all three Gallifreyans heard the waitress urge them as they reentered the café as she walked around them, "Go on. Have a little stroll. And see how impossible your situation is. Go on. Take a look, I do love showing off."
Electricity crackled around her again as the Waitress continued working. The Doctor, Rose and Sydney all shared a glance and looked around, suspicious of everyone aside from each other. The electricity suddenly crackled again as a young girl with light skin, blonde hair and blue eyes, holding comics in her left hand, stood up from the table that she shared with her family.
"Just let me show you three what control of the Wi-Fi can do for one," the little girl told them, "Stop!"
Everyone in the café suddenly stopped in their tracks as the Doctor, Rose and Sydney saw blue digital 'energy' passing over the people in the café.
"We saw what you can do last night," the Doctor told her.
"Yeah, with turning on lights in houses and controlling a plane," Rose added.
"And did it to try and stop us," Sydney stated.
"And clear!" The little girl yelled before the energy dissipated as everyone, including her, left the room before all three Gallifreyans shrugged their shoulders as the energy crackled again as the Doctor, Rose and Sydney all looked at the TV.
"We can hack anyone in the Wi-Fi, once they've been exposed long enough," the newsreader on the TV told them.
"So there's one of your walking base stations, somewhere close?" The Doctor asked her.
"I assume there is, love," Rose told him.
"There's always someone close," the newsreader said, confirming the Time Lady's suspicions, "We've released thousands into the world. They home in on the Wi-Fi like rats sniffing cheese."
Back with Clara, photos of workers suddenly appeared on her screen as she laughed and kept working.
"We don't know who you are or why you're doing this but the people of this world will not be harmed," the Doctor stated as he walked towards the TV in the café with Rose and Sydney following him, "They will not be controlled! They will not be…"
"The people of this world are in no danger whatsoever," the newsreader assured him, "My client requires a steady diet of living human minds. Healthy, free range human minds. He loves and cares for humanity. In fact, he can't get enough of it."
"It's obscene," the Doctor stated, "It's murder."
"It's life," the newsreader told him, "The farmer tends his flock like a loving parent. The abattoir is not a contradiction. No one loves cattle more than Burger King."
"No, quite the opposite really," Rose argued, "That's not what life is all about. Life is about growth, change, and the freedom to make our own choice. It's about experiencing joy and sorrow, love and loss. It's about learning from our mistakes and becoming better. It's not about being controlled or consumed. Each individual is unique, not just a part of a 'flock' to be tended. So no, this isn't life. This is a perversion of it."
"My mum's right, that's not what life is all about," Sydney said, agreeing with his mother, "And she just summed it all up perfectly."
Back with Clara, the nanny clapped her hands and snapped her fingers and cleared her throat as she got back to work sorting through the photos. Clara soon found a face recognition site and uploaded all the photos she took.
Her search took her to a number of different social networking sites to find the workers' names, including Facebook, Twitter, flickr, Bebo, MySpace and Habbo. She then chuckled to herself as her search was complete.
Clara then saw that all the sites told her that the people all worked at the Shard before she looked over her right shoulder and saw the pyramid-shaped building in question.
"This ends," the Doctor told the newsreader as he, Rose and Sydney strode towards the TV in the café again, "We are going to end this today."
"He's right," Rose stated, agreeing with her husband, "This has to stop. It's inhumane. And we won't let it continue. Not on our watch."
"And when we're finished, Dad will call in his friends from UNIT to put you out of operations," Sydney added.
"How?" The newsreader said with disbelief in her voice, "You three don't even know where we are."
"Who's doing this?" The Doctor asked her, "Who is your client? Hmm? Answer me."
"And more to the point, who are you?" Rose demanded, her voice firm and unwavering, "Who's the face of this operation? You owe us that much."
Back with Clara, she continued typing on the netbook's keys as the Doctor suddenly came out of the café, strangely without Rose and Sydney and walked towards the nanny as she breathed heavily.
"I did it. I really did!" Clara said, happily as she sat back in her chair as she looked at him, "I did it. I did it. I found them."
"You found them?" The Doctor asked her in a monotone voice.
"The Shard," Clara explained, "They're in the Shard. Floor 65."
"Floor 65," the Doctor repeated in a monotone voice.
"Are you listening to me, Doctor?" Clara asked him, "I found them. And where are Rose and Sydney?"
"I am listening to you," the Doctor said in a monotone voice, "You found them. And where are Rose and Sydney?"
Clara suddenly realised that she wasn't speaking to the Doctor and where Rose and Sydney were, remembering how the girl in the house repeated what she said. The Doctor's head suddenly spun around to show that he had a dish at the back of his head, revealing him to be a Spoonhead. A beam suddenly shot out from the dish.
A few moments later, the Doctor, Rose and Sydney all rushed back onto the café's patio.
"Clara? Clara!" All three Gallifreyans called out to the nanny before they stopped when they saw a replica of the Doctor's own face staring at them and that Clara was slumped unconscious on the table.
"Doctor? Rose? Sydney? Doctor, Rose, Sydney, help me," they heard Clara say from the dish as the spoonhead's head rotated back around, "I… I don't know where I am." The spoonhead's dish soon finished rotating around as they saw Clara's face in the dish, "I don't understand. Doctor, Rose Sydney, help me, please. I don't know where I am. I don't know where I am! I don't know where I am. Doctor, Rose, Sydney please. Please, help me. Please help me!" The Doctor, Rose and Sydney then stepped forward and looked at Clara's body at the table before the Time Lord pulled out his sonic screwdriver with his right hand as he activated it and used it on the Spoonhead, "I don't know where I am. I don't know where I am."
A few moments later, the Doctor rode across Waterloo bridge on the motorcycle with his motorcycle helmet over his head again and a determined look on his face and strangely, Rose and Sydney weren't with him as he looked at the Shard before speeding towards his destination.
The Doctor soon pulled the motorcycle to a stop across the street from the Shard with the tyres screeching as a man was standing there with light skin, bluish-green eyes and wavy dark brown hair with a beard, wearing a plaid shirt with a black leather jacket over his shirt and blue jeans and was holding fish and chips in his right hand as he came to attention to the person in charge of the operation with the Wi-Fi from the Shard.
"Really, Doctor? A motorbike?" The man said with disbelief in his voice as the person in charge of the operation spoke through him, "It hardly seems like you. And your wife and son are missing."
"I rode this in the Anti-Grav Olympics, 2074 with Rose watching me when she was in her previous incarnation," the Doctor explained, "I came last."
"The building is in lock-down," the man told him, "I'm afraid you're not coming in."
"Did you even hear the word 'anti-grav'?" The Doctor asked him before he slammed a red button on the motorcycle's control panel with his right hand before he twisted the throttle and drove towards the Shard with the man watching as his head rose as he looked upwards.
"Oh dear, Lord," the man muttered to himself with shock in his voice.
The Doctor rode the motorcycle up the side of the building and as he got close to the 65th floor, he pulled out his sonic screwdriver with his left hand as he activated it and used it on the section of Floor 65 above him. He then suddenly burst through the glass of the building, shattering the glass and entered an office in the building. The Time Lord got off the motorcycle, causing it to fall onto its side as he approached the room's desk and sat on it as he crossed his legs with his feet resting on the desk's surface
"Do come in," the Time Lord heard a feminine voice say as a middle-aged woman with light skin, brown hair and blue eyes, wearing black trousers and suit jacket with a white t-shirt underneath, named Miss Kizlet entered the room as he waved at her with his right hand.
"Download her," the Doctor ordered her.
"Sorry about the draught," Kizlet told him as she gestured to the smashed window with her left hand.
"Download her back into her body right now," the Doctor ordered her.
"I can't," Kizlet told him.
"Yes, you can," the Doctor argued.
"She's a fully integrated part of the data cloud now, she can't be separated," Kizlet explained.
"Then download the entire cloud, everyone you've trapped in there," the Doctor urged her.
"You realise what would happen?" Kizlet asked him.
"Yes, those still with bodies to go home to would be free," the Doctor answered as he stood back up with his arms out wide.
"A tiny number," Kizlet corrected him, "Most would simply die."
"They'd be released from a living hell," the Doctor stated as he and Kizlet came face-to-face in front of the window before he checked his watch, "It's the best you can do for them." He then tapped on Kizlet's nose with his right hand's index finger, "So give the order."
"And why would I do that?" Kizlet asked him with confusion in her voice.
"Cos I'm going to motivate you," the Doctor answered, "Any second now."
"You ridiculous man," Kizlet remarked, "Why did you even come here? Whatever for? And where are your wife and son?"
"I didn't," the Doctor corrected her.
"What?" Kizlet said with confusion in her voice.
"I'm still in the cafe and my wife and son are with me," the Doctor explained.
Back at the café, the Doctor was sitting at the same table as the unconscious Clara, sipping a cup of coffee with Rose and Sydney, sitting next to him as they also took a sip of cups of coffee as he had the netbook open.
"I'm finishing my coffee with Rose and Sydney doing the same," the Doctor added as Rose and Sydney giggled, "Lovely spot." He then placed his cup of coffee back on the table.
"What are you talking about?" Kizlet asked the Doctor that was in the Shard with confusion in her voice.
"You hack people," the Doctor stated as he unclipped his helmet, "But me…"
"I'm old-fashioned," the Doctor went on from the café.
"I hack technology," the Doctor that was in the Shard added.
"Here's your motivation," the Doctor, who was still in the café said as he pressed a button on the netbook with his right hand's index finger.
The head of the Doctor in the Shard suddenly spun around, revealing that he was a Spoonhead.
"No!" Kizlet said as she backed away towards her desk, "No! Not me! Not me!"
A beam suddenly shot out from the Spoonhead Doctor's dish before he picked up a tablet that Kizlet had with his left hand and used his right hand's index finger to swipe through Kizlet's employees before landing on a man with light skin, short brown hair and eyes, wearing a suit and oval-shaped glasses with the name 'Mahler' on the side of his profile and used his right hand's index finger to increase his obedience.
With that, everyone in the entire cloud began to be set free with everyone trapped in it being downloaded and sent back to their bodies, including Clara.
Back at the café, the Doctor closed the netbook as Clara took a deep breath but didn't wake up before all three Gallifreyans stood back up, the Doctor gently laid his right hand on her head and stroked her hair.
"Mmm. Doctor, Rose, Sydney," Clara murmured to herself before the Doctor left the patio with Rose and Sydney before she woke up and saw that the three Gallifreyans were missing, "Doctor? Rose? Sydney?" She then stood back up and looked around for them, "Doctor! Rose! Sydney!"
A few hours later at the Maitlands' house, the family went about their day as Clara, who was now wearing an animal curved white and black coloured blouse with a blue crepe jacket over her blouse and black Tencel shorts, stood in the house's kitchen and took a book off the kitchen table with both of her hands and as she passed by a window, she saw the TARDIS outside.
Inside the TARDIS, the Doctor was sitting on a set of stairs, reading a book with his glasses over his eyes and held the book in his right hand as Rose and Sydney were sitting on one of the other sets of stairs with the Time Lady having her overcoat back on with her glasses over her eyes and held Sydney's Gallifreyan history book in her hands with it being open as she was teaching him history when suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"Come in!" The Doctor ordered Clara.
"Like he said, you can enter," Rose said, agreeing with her husband before Clara entered the room and closed the door behind her.
"So. They come back, do they?" Clara asked them with a smile on her face.
"You didn't answer my question," the Doctor told her.
"What question?" Clara asked him as she crossed her arms.
"He means the one when he said that don't seem like a nanny," Rose answered, "Which me and Sydney agree with. You don't look like the type of person, you'd expect to be a nanny."
"Indeed, you don't seem like one, Clara," Sydney said, agreeing with his mother.
"I was going to travel," Clara stated, "I came to stay for a week before I left and during that week…"
"She died," all three Gallifreyans finished for her as the Doctor closed his book with Rose doing the same to Sydney's Gallifreyan history book and placed it on the floor.
"So you're returning the favour," the Doctor added as he set the book down, "But 101 places to see, and you haven't been to any of them, have you? That's why you keep the book."
"I keep the book… cos I'm still going," Clara explained as she lowered her arms and walked over to the console.
"But you don't run out on the people you care about," the Doctor said as he removed his glasses and closed them and held them in both of his hands, "Wish I was more like that." He then put glasses inside his jacket's inside pocket.
"You're not the only one, love," Rose told her husband as she removed her glasses from her eyes with her right hand as well and placed them back inside her jacket's inside pocket, "I haven't been like that in centuries either. We Time Lords, we've seen so much, done so much. But at the end of the day, we always come back to the people we care about. That's what makes us… well, us."
"From what you both have taught me, Mum and Dad, you're both right," Sydney said with a smile on his face.
"You know, the thing about a time machine, you can run away all you like and still be home in time for tea," the Doctor told Clara as he swung down to the console floor by using the railings of the stairs that he was sitting at and slides over to the console with Rose and Sydney standing up and walked up the stairs they were sitting at and approached them, "So what do you say? Anywhere. All of time and space, right outside those doors."
"He's right, Clara," Rose said, agreeing with her husband, her eyes sparkling with the familiar thrill of adventure, "With the TARDIS, all of time and space are at our fingertips. It's an incredible journey, one that never has to end. So, what do you say?"
"Does this work?" Clara asked them as she laughed.
"Eh?" The Doctor muttered with confusion in his voice.
"Is this actually what you both do with Sydney?" Clara explained, "Do you both just crook your fingers and people just jump in your snog box and fly away?" She then walked around the Doctor.
"It is not a snog box!" The Doctor argued, causing Sydney to chuckle.
"He's right," Rose said, agreeing with her husband, "It's not a snog box, it's a spaceship."
"I'll be the judge of that," Clara told them as she crossed her arms again.
"Starting when?" The Doctor and Rose both asked her as they tried to act casual as he leaned against the console.
"Come back tomorrow," Clara answered, "Ask me again."
"Why?" The Doctor asked her.
"Cos tomorrow, I might say yes," Clara explained as she walked away from them and headed back towards the door, "Sometime after 7.00 Okay for you three?"
"It's a time machine," the Doctor reminded her as she turned back around towards him as she reached the TARDIS doors, "Any time's Okay."
"He's absolutely right, Clara," Rose said, agreeing with her husband with a soft smile on her face, "With the TARDIS, time is always on our side." She then remembered when the Doctor accidentally landed a year late when she was still in her second incarnation and chameleon-arched, "Well, aside from landing 12 months late one time. So, we'll see you tomorrow, anytime after 7:00. And remember, it's not just a spaceship, it's a time machine."
"And don't worry, Clara, we'll be there," Sydney assured her with a smile on his face.
"See you three then," Clara told them.
"Clara?" The Doctor called out to the nanny as he turned around towards her as he pointed at her with his left hand's index finger.
"Uh-huh?" Clara said as she stopped at the door and looked at him.
"In your book there was a leaf," the Doctor told her as he lowered his left arm, "Why?"
"Yeah, why was that leaf there, Clara?" Rose said, agreeing with her husband.
"That wasn't a leaf," Clara stated, "That was page one." She then opened the door with her right hand and exited the TARDIS and closed the door behind her.
"It was…" the Doctor began to say as he turned and headed back up the stairs and stopped halfway, "Right then, Clara Oswald. Time to find out who you are." He then ran back towards the console and set the TARDIS in motion with Rose doing the same as Sydney watched his parents operate the TARDIS' controls.
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