[The words draw an ache in her chest, blooming all at once. The way that Clara looks off with that longing, longing and not nearly enough hope. The Doctor could do it, couldn't she? Sweep her off again, hold on tighter this time.]

Would you go? Just pop off like that. No looking back?

[Even still? Even after everything?

Her fingers wrap around the milkshake, urging it closer and sipping at it, nodding her approval at it.]

Love it. I can't imagine stopping.

[And where would she go if she did? She has no home to return to, no home but the TARDIS and the timestream. It was missing something though, to really be a home, missing someone.]

It gets a bit lonely at times.