The Doctor picked up the only things that remained of the Cedranite and the woman who cared for him left. Reaching down he picked up a fob watch, and a dog collar with a name tag on it. He ran the collar through his fingers, flipping the name badge over in his fingers and reading the inscription on the tag.

"If you find this, I am lost. My name is Avalanche. Please return me to Mercy Milan, Earl's Court Station, London," he read aloud. Clara rose up and came up next to the Doctor, reading it a second time. "Earl's Court Station," he whispered thoughtfully. "One of the only places in modern London that still has a Police Call Box."

Clara looked up to him placing her hand over his on the collar. "Where did they go Doctor?"

"Home, I hope," he said honestly. "Mercy was atomized, and Lanche holds those atoms together. They are one being now. I don't know if that means that she is gone, dead, or what that means precisely. Where ever they are, they are an entirely new race."

She took the fob watch out of his hand, flipping it over in her hand. "It is beautifully crafted. Why a fob watch? What was in it that would have saved her from dying?"

"She was in it. The other two had her mother and father in it," he said softly. "They turned themselves into humans, or at least partially into humans. The Time Lord, and Sister of Karn ran away together in a TARDIS to give their child hope of a life. And she gave up her life to save the Cedranite that had adopted them," he said softly with a heavy sigh.

"I'm sorry Doctor," she said with such devotion and emotion in those large doe eyes. "She was the only hope you had of not being alone, wasn't she?"

"No, she isn't. I've got you, don't I now?" he said straightening his bow tie and stifling back a sniffle. Trying to put on a brave face, the Doctor kept her gaze for a moment before looking back at the console. Clara nodded and let his hand go.

He took a few moments, looking at the console, running his fingers over it. "I have repairs to make before we can land. I don't know what was damaged when she resonated with the cybernetics that was damaging the TARDIS." He said matter of factly.

"I'll let you get to it," she said softly, patting him on the back. "I need a shower and to get back into some normal clothes."

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Clara sat in the grass of a red field, picking at a flower nearby. Her fingers running through the Doctor's ruffled hair as he lay nearby, eyes closed. The light around them was ethereal, the twin suns in the sky bright but there was no mistaking they were on Gallifrey.

"I'm asleep aren't I?" the Doctor said keeping his eyes closed.

"Indeed," Clara said softly.

"If I am asleep, how are you here?" he questioned, still relaxed laying back not moving in any way. Just serenely relaxed he took in a deep breath.

"You find this relaxing," Clara answered.

"When did I fall asleep?" he asked. "Where did I fall asleep?"

"In your swing, fixing the TARDIS console," Clara answered. "Still trying to fix her up after all of these years."

"She relies on me to take care of her," the Doctor said softly. "Just like I rely on her."

"Of course," Clara said softly.

"Why have I fallen asleep?" he asked, his eyes cracking open to look up at Clara.

"So I can tell you a story," she said softly. "There is a man, who lives up on a cloud. And all he does all day, every day, is stop children from having bad dreams. He's been on vacation, but he's back now. Isn't he Doctor?"

"You aren't supposed to be able to do this," he said softly. "If I am in the TARDIS, you shouldn't be able to reach me."

"The TARDIS is looking out for you," Clara said softly. "She always has, just like me."

"You aren't Clara," he said softly under his breath. "Mercy, you aren't supposed to be able to do this."

"I never got to see Gallifrey," she said dodging the question. "It is beautiful, I can see why you miss it so much."

"You were born on your TARDIS," he said not as a question.

"True. Lanche came to us the moment I was born," she said honestly.

"Is he still alive, out there, somewhere?" he asked, a hint of hope in his eyes.

"Of course, we are the same," she said softly looking off in the distance.

"But if this is not a nightmare, why are you here Mercy?" he said confused as the Clara image ran her fingers through his bangs, pushing them away from his eyes.

"I now have seen Gallifrey," she said softly taking in a long look around. In the distance, the leaves of the nearby tree held two small boys climbing up in the branches playing. "Because you and I are the same, and tonight, you are needed to help your beloved Governess," she said. "And do me a favor, Doctor?" those brown doe eyes turned to the Time Lord laying in her lap.

"Yes? If it is within my power?" he said softly.

"Take care of my TARDIS," she said softly. "It will come in handy in the near future. You may need it after Trenzalore."

He awoke with a start, under the console in the swing of wires he used to work on the console. He jerked up so hard that he almost fell off of his make shift hammock. After a few not so graceful swings around on the cables, he was able to stand up and shake his head awake.

"After Trenzalore?!" he said scratching his head and shaking it a moment. "I won't need for anything after Trenzalore, I'll be gone. Won't I?" He said thinking, shaking his head as if the answers would fall down out of the underside of the console and hit him in the head.

He got up and straightened his braces as he wandered up the ramp to the bedrooms, he knocked on Clara's door but there was no answer. He opened the door to see her tossing and turning on the bed. Sweat beaded on her brow, her fingers grasping at the sheets as her face contorted in her dreadful dream that was haunting her this night.

He could hear her moans, and soft cries as she called out for him. She whimpered softly pounding her hand on the bed as if trying to break through something to get to him, still crying out for the Doctor.

He walked over to the side of her bed, and sat down on the edge of it. His fingers pushing her hair out of her face before he gently shook her by the shoulder gently.

"Clara, Clara wake up," he said softly. Her eyes flew open, her body bolting upright breathing hard as she cried out his name. She panted for breath a moment before her eyes seemed focused and she looked over to him.

"I'm right here, Clara," he said softly. She looked at her hands then back to him as it clicked she was dreaming, and she looked up to his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I was yelling wasn't I?" she whispered softly.

"No, you weren't," he said softly. "A nightmare?"

She nodded, shaking it off, clasping her hands in front of her looking down embarrassment tingeing her cheeks pink. He reached over and took her hands in his own.

"Tell me about it," he said softly.

"Its nothing," she said softly. "Just my mind playing games on me in my sleep."

"Clara, my Clara, don't do that," he said softly. "Tell me about it."

"I was on Trenzalore again, we were carrying your body to the TARDIS. Once you were inside, there was a horrible screech from the TARDIS driving everyone outside, and the door closed, sealed," she panted out. She gripped the duvet. "And it wouldn't let me back in."

"That was quite a nightmare," the Doctor said.

Her voice was very small. "Yes," she whispered. "I don't remember everything about it, it's vague the details. I remember there were Daleks, and I remember River being inside the TARDIS when the doors closed. But then I looked at it and it wasn't your TARDIS, it was a different one," she said shaking her head. "I could feel it wasn't your TARDIS."

"I could molly coddle you and tell you that its just your mind trying to fill in the blanks," he said softly. "But that doesn't stop the nightmares, does it?"

"I don't get them often, I really don't. I just think with everything today, plus seeing that younger one of you with the Ood struggling and in pain crawling alone across the street triggered something," she said looking to his face. "Really, its fading even as we speak."

"Clara, stop," he said pressing a finger over her lips to stop her defensive babbling. "You are still shaking, it's alright. Really. I'm not going to shun you because you have a nightmare about me dying," he said honestly. "Always brave, always strong Clara," he said shaking his head. He pulled on her hands and brought her into a hug.

"How did you know to be here?" she said into his shoulder. "Last I saw you, you were smiling in your sleep beneath the console."

"Someone said you needed me," he said simply, honestly. "So here I am."

Clara smiled into his shoulder and gave him a proper hug. "Thank you."

He just smiled and pulled back, helping her back down onto her pillows. "Sleep well Clara," he said softly with a smile on his face.

"You too," she said snuggling down into the blankets once more. He sat a few moments more, watching her fade back into the oblivion of sleep before getting up and leaving her room. Heading down the hallway he opened another door and walked into a dark room. The lights slowly came up revealing a small bedroom.

"Alright Mercy, you win," he said opening the closet and pulling out a set of jimjams.