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[ Clara grins that dimpled, excited grin and rests her hand on the lever. ]

Oui, monsieur. [ And then she pulls and they're off, landing only a short time later. She grabs him for a quick kiss before walking to the door and stepping out only to pause and look around. ]

...I see why we're here.

[ It's obviously France, but the streets are abandoned and every surface is covered in a white, cotton-like but sticky material. Clara begins to walk slowly down the sidewalk. ] This is downright chilling. What-

[ Before she can finish there's a loud whisper from a window. "Miss, they'll see you. Get inside." She has no idea what the person is talking about. Not until she sees the giant flipping spider that begins making its way down a lamppost. ]

No. No way, I'm so angry this is spiders. You talk to it.

[ And that's when she steps behind her husband, but she does peer out from behind his back. ]

[The Doctor's first suggestion when Clara opens the door is maybe she should have a change of wardrobe. Part of the fun in going to a new time and place was dressing the part; it was to mostly camouflage a little better with the locals so their pudding brains wouldn't further melt but if he was being honest even this part of him enjoyed putting together outfits from time to time and he knew Clara definitely enjoyed that.

But before he can suggest it further he spots what she sees. He seems mildly amused at the scene before them but it has more to do with Clara's reaction.]

You did say any distress signal. Why don't we change first and then see what we can do about the nasty spiders, hm?

Fine. Giant spiders with flair.

[ She shoves him back inside but she can't hide how excited she is for this and she races to the wardrobe. When she's finished. she's wearing a fashionable green dress. ]

How's this then? [ She does a little turn for him, hair pinned up so she can put on the hat. ]

[By the time she's back he's also emerged into his own frock, curls trimmed down slightly so that they're neat on his head.]

Stunning as usual.

[He strides over to her, taking the hat from her hands to place it on her curls. Donning his own hat, he takes her hand in his pressing a brief kiss to it before offering her his arm.]

Shall we go figure out what these flair spiders are like?

[ Clara wrinkles her nose, grins, and takes his arm. ] We shall. You look nice and dapper, by the way.

[ She grabs an umbrella out of the stand on the way out to complete her look and also knock spiders out of the way if needed. ]

So, I'm gonna guess...giant nest somewhere close by and the eggs've hatched. You go.

[ Even as they talk, her eyes are looking around for spiders skittering too close. ]

What this old thing? It's clearly missing some spider webs.

[He pushes open the door back onto the street peering through the crack. The giant spider that Clara had seen earlier didn't seem to be there anymore. He tentatively pushes out, urging Clara along as well while bringing out his sonic screwdriver as well.

After a quick scan he squinted at the reading.]

You were right about the flair, Clara. They are and they aren't from. They've been mutated by something else. A mutation gene gone haywire. We can track it back to the nest but we should figure out how best to shrink them. Or something.

[ Clara puts a hand on her hip, seriously trying to think. ] Wait what about when we were able to shrink down in size to go inside the Dalek? I mean, is there a smaller, portable version of that?

A portable version of the little capsule they sent us along in? [He reminds it well, almost like it was yesterday.]

We could hypothetically. But what we'd need is less of a capsule and more of a shrink ray. It would need be strong enough to blast all of them at once. The sonic could do it as long as we have a powerful enough power source or something to amplify it.

[ Clara sees a spider coming and side-eyes the way it's scurrying closer. ]

Could you take care of that? [ She hates spiders so, so much. ] I personally do not want to be eaten by a giant spider, Doctor.

[He's clicks his teeth as he's glancing around at their surroundings.] You're not going to get eaten, Clara you don't exactly look like a fly.

[And then he spots the Eiffel tower off in the distance but he's so focused on his revelation that he fails to notice the spider.]

That's it! We'll use that to amplify it out.

But I have been told I taste good, so.

[ She loves making him blush but before she can see his reaction the spider moves fast and before she can call out it's jumping at her face. Her arm blocks it but it latches on and she shouts. ]

Doctor! [ This is the worst and it's disgusting, but it's digging itself into her skin and she can't get ot off. ]

[Clara's comment does hit its mark and he can't help but flush, admonishing her slightly But before he can get the full comment out Clara screams out.]

Clara!

[The spider is the size of a baby calf and slobbering all over her. He flips the setting of the sonic screwdriver to a bright light.]

Oi, pretty boy! [The spider looks up from Clara hissing, its pincers clicking and opening furiously just as the light hits its eyes. It screeches, immediately scuttling off back into the alleyways. The Doctor rushes to Clara's side, helping her up.]

Are you okay? Are you hurt?

[ Taking his hands, Clara stands with wide eyes and pats herself down a little. Her dress is ripped at the arm but she doesn't bother to check beyond that because there's no blood. ]

No, I'm alright. I think I am. [ She isn't. But her eyes move back up to his. ]Eiffel Tower?

[He's hawkish as he examines her anyway to check for a scratch. Thankfully he only finds the tear in her dress but still gives her a kiss to the forehead before dragging her off in the direction of the Eiffel Tower.]

Apparently you look like a fly. Did you know that?

[ Clara smirks. ] Well, I'm small. To that spider I was probably just the right size.

[ They have to knock away spiders the deeper they get into the city, but once they're at the base of the tower, she's sweating and lets out a breath. ]

Is there an elevator in this time? Are we going all the way up on foot?

You're right but you don't exactly have the skinny insect legs or big buggy eyes. The opposite in fact.

[His chest is heaving too by the time they make their way to the tower.]

We're about 30 years too early for that I'm afraid. [But despite that he grins like a bit of a maniac at the prospect of seeing what could have potentially be in the tower.] Time to put the new body to use.

Race you.

[ And then she's running into the tower and up the stairs. By the time they're halfway up she can tell something isn't right, and by the time they're almost at the top, something is going wrong with her vision. Clara slows down, enough to let the Doctor pass her like she's falling behind in a race.

Before he gets too far she stops completely, a cloudiness covering her eyes that she can't blink away. ]

Doctor, something's wrong with my eyes.

[He grins wildly as Clara takes off, clattering up the stairs in heels which only comes from countless adventures of having done something exactly like this.

There's plenty of spider webs in here too criss-crossing all over the place and the skittering of their many legs send this odd clicking throughout the metal frame. It's spooky and exhilarating all at once.

Clara slowing down doesn't immediately mean something to be concerned about to him until she speaks and he turns around, immediately returning to her side, touching her hand slowly so that she knows it's him.]

What - come here. [He takes her face in his hands, gently cupping it to see indeed that her eyes are clouding over, a milky white that wasn't so dissimilar to his own when he had been blind.] It must have been the spider venom. Are you okay? We can turn back. I can take you to the TARDIS and we can take care of you first.

We're too high to go back now. [ She tries to insist it even though she looks afraid as she tries and fails to focus on him. ]

[ I can walk behind you and stay along the rail. You'll see the spiders, clear the path for me. Doctor, we're too close. ]

There's no such thing. [She should know that he'd do anything for her even if t was carrying her down countless flights of stairs. But she's so brave. She always has been.

His hand clasps hers and he continues to lead them up the stairs, telegraphing what he's seeing to her as they move up and up. Finally they reach the deck, with a big heave through the door, breaking the cobwebs and spider eggs that have made their home there.]

We're almost there, Clara! Just got to get to the top.

[ She absolutely knows that any minute now the Doctor could toss her over his shoulder and go back down, but she also knows there are people who need help, their help, or the TARDIS wouldn't have brought them. ]

Now what, and can I help somehow? Someone once told me I'm good with my hands in the dark.

Was that me?

[There's one last set of stairs and they're far narrower before they end in a ladder leading up to the very top which is where they need to go.]

Don't mind my hands, keep your head down, and don't lose grip on the Sonic Screwdriver.

[And without much else of an explanation he hoists Clara up over his shoulder and starts bolting up the stairs.]

[ She makes an undignified squeal of a sound as she holds onto the sonic with an iron grip. ]

I love it when you carry me. [ She's trying to keep a sense of humor about things, especially because she can't tell if she's imagining it or if her face really is going numb. ]

Be sure to carry me more often, please.

[He lets out a laugh.]

Even if I'm carrying you like a sack of potatoes?

[He's climbing as fast as he can up the stairs and he's not exactly being quiet about it and the chittering of the spiders is closing around them.]

I think it's a good thing you can't see right now, Clara. Just keep concentrating on my voice!

[ Clara can hear them and she feels another spider get a leg tangled in her dangling curls, making her shout and jerk in the Doctor's arm, pointing the sonic at the spider until it explodes - that part's on accident, she just can't see what she's doing. ]

Are we surrounded? It sounds like we're surrounded.

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