[ Clara follows, lacing their fingers together so that their palms press flat. There's so much she wants to ask, things she wants to say. It's been a long time; her own eyes have age behind them now, though she looks as youthful as ever. Silently, she wonders how long it's been since that last time in the 'diner.'
She's quiet all the way to the TARDIS, trying to wrangle all of her thoughts. It isn't until they're inside the old girl with the door closed that she finally speaks, lips tugging down in a gentle frown. ]
It's darker.
[ Clara turns to face the Doctor, studying her intently. It isn't so much what the TARDIS looks like, as it is she's worried over what the changes mean. Or, she could be blowing things out of proportion, it's been known to happen. Sometimes. ]
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She's quiet all the way to the TARDIS, trying to wrangle all of her thoughts. It isn't until they're inside the old girl with the door closed that she finally speaks, lips tugging down in a gentle frown. ]
It's darker.
[ Clara turns to face the Doctor, studying her intently. It isn't so much what the TARDIS looks like, as it is she's worried over what the changes mean. Or, she could be blowing things out of proportion, it's been known to happen. Sometimes. ]
You weren't alone, were you?