[After Clara gets off the console with the Doctor, she begins pacing her the length of her apartment. It's hard to breath, she feels like the walls are getting closer and closer together and the entire flat is just uncomfortably small. She twists her fingers through her hair.
It's a nightmare. The Doctor doesn't know her. And yet she needs to deal with it, to accept it. She'll tell herself she does. That's fine and they'll work things out but she's afraid. She wanted to be with him, to talk about Trenzalore and the things she saw and to have him help her through that. Find her like he always did. Now he couldn't.
She inhales and exhales shallowly, fist pressed to her mouth in distress.]
CLOSED [For Jim Kirk]
It's a nightmare. The Doctor doesn't know her. And yet she needs to deal with it, to accept it. She'll tell herself she does. That's fine and they'll work things out but she's afraid. She wanted to be with him, to talk about Trenzalore and the things she saw and to have him help her through that. Find her like he always did. Now he couldn't.
She inhales and exhales shallowly, fist pressed to her mouth in distress.]