→ Eleven/Clara moments; 32/?
+ that hi-
fiveten [ft. the obvious height-difference]
→ Eleven/Clara moments; 31/?
Clara Oswald: No, no.
The Doctor: Hey.
Clara Oswald: Please don’t change.
→ Eleven/Clara moments; 30/?
The Doctor: It all just disappears, doesn’t it? Everything you are, gone in a moment, like breath on a mirror. Any moment now, he’s a-coming.
Clara Oswald: Who’s coming?
The Doctor: The Doctor.
Clara Oswald: But you, you are the Doctor.
The Doctor: Yep, and I always will be.
There’s a man called The Doctor. He lives on a cloud in the sky. And all he does, all day every day, is to stop all the children in the world ever having bad dreams.