[ Clara's non-functioning heart knows before her mind can wrap itself around what's happening. Her eyes are wide in silent shock, lips parted for words that are stuck in her throat. ]
No.
[ It's the first sentence that slips out and it's hoarse, on the edge of tears. ]
This isn't possible. You aren't possible.
[ She has to reach out to hold onto the counter, feeling like her legs might stop working any second. ]
Who are you? Why are you doing this?
[ Her mind won't let go of thinking it's a trick or a trap, unknowingly echoing the Doctor's past fears over what she was. ]
no subject
No.
[ It's the first sentence that slips out and it's hoarse, on the edge of tears. ]
This isn't possible. You aren't possible.
[ She has to reach out to hold onto the counter, feeling like her legs might stop working any second. ]
Who are you? Why are you doing this?
[ Her mind won't let go of thinking it's a trick or a trap, unknowingly echoing the Doctor's past fears over what she was. ]