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[makemeasong]

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( Red stares at her as Clara's hand moves back to her chest like she's almost remembering, and she doesn't even know how that's possible. It was only supposed to be the ones that drank the potion that could remember, and she was gone long before that, but something else has to be going on now. She hasn't started to pull apart the differences in Clara.

She hasn't figured out what's going on with her exactly, because she's so amazed at the sight of her, the sound of her voice, the way she is looking at her right now.

Something strangles in her throat at the question, but she nods with eyes burning in answer. Her own hand reaches out. Her fingertips brush along the outside of her hand where it rests against her own chest. )

Yeah. There were these beacons. We were trying to find them so we could- so most of the group could go back to their worlds if they wanted to, and one day, you were just gone.

You wouldn't have gone without at least saying goodbye first so it must've just- must've swept you up.

( She swallows again through that pain rattling around in her chest as her fingers interlock with Clara's against her chest. And now she's realizing the terrible silence within her: ) Something happened to you too, huh?

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[makemeasong]

[ This isn't the same as an echo, when Clara has flashes of a memory, like a movie starring her doppelgänger. She can sense the way she felt with this woman, the emotions trickling back before the memories themselves. She doesn't know about potions and rules about remembering, but she does know there are forces at play in the universe bigger than Clara can fathom, and so her eyes lock on Red's. She knows herself, and she knows she'd never walk away from anyone. ]

I wouldn't leave you, not like that. Never without a goodbye.

[ She isn't the Doctor in that regard, quite the opposite in fact. Her hand stays firm in Red's, letting the question sink in. More memories are creeping to the surface, like fingertips brushing the surface of water and trying to break through. ]

You knew me when I was alive.

[ Clara isn't asking a question, and she hasn't directly answered Red's, but she's remembering. ]

That was so long ago. But you saw me, didn't you? We met after I showed up in that place, and you knew me, right away.

[ She's trying to hold onto this feeling, to cling to it. She remembers a version of Red, seemingly much younger, but it never mattered. Red looked at her and knew more about Clara in an instant than anyone else. ]

I'd only sort of died then.

[ Her voice breaks a little, and she steps so close her forehead is against Red's. She doesn't recall everything yet, but it's enough to start. ]

I'm sorry I left.