"Uh... yeah," Clara fumbled with the controls of the TARDIS, but she was going haywire too. Maybe because the Doctor had changed, she had gone back to rejecting Clara as a temporal anomaly.

After managing to get some control of the TARDIS, Clara turned to the Doctor. He'd dropped off to sleep, not being helpful at all. She examined the interior of the TARDIS, realising she'd have to say goodbye to it soon. In her memories, she'd seen that each different face redesigned their TARDIS.

She supposed she was grateful that even though the Doctor had changed, he hadn't changed into a woman yet. That might have been just too much change for Clara.

"Are we safe?" the voice of the orphan Clara came, echoing in the internal foyer. "Are the other people safe?"

"Yes. I saved as many of the townspeople as I could. And we're safe in the Doctor's TARDIS," Clara explained. "We're not in Christmas anymore,"

"Who's he?" the orphan Clara asked, moving Clara's arm so it pointed towards the Doctor, slumped over on his chair.

"He's... the Doctor. His new face," Clara explained.

"No! He's not supposed to change!" the orphan Clara cried out.

"It's hard, isn't it?" came another voice, softer this time. "When the Doctor pulled us out of his time stream, it was weird for me. The face was so young,"

"Well, I guess this one will be easier for YOU, then," the older Clara commented, a little snarky.

"Hey. Can you drop the attitude? I'm getting really tired of it," Clara snapped.

"You would," the older Clara said, rolling her eyes.

"Okay, so are we getting him to some place more comfortable than that chair, or not?" Oswin asked, maneuvering the body so that it was closer to the Doctor. She picked up his arm and put it over her shoulder.

"The closest bedroom is a little bit down the corder to the left. Third door," Clara explained, and they brought the Doctor there.

The TARDIS had accidentally — or perhaps on purpose — brought Clara and the Doctor to somewhere in the Mesozoic Era. At least it was quiet, Clara rationalised. Okay, not so quiet, she realised, when a dinosaur ended up swallowing the TARDIS.

"Please, please just take us somewhere I actually know people now!" Clara pleaded with the TARDIS, pulling at the controls while the inside of the little blue box darkened.

"Here we go again," the older Clara commented.

Clara clung to the railings of the TARDIS as the dinosaur stomped around, trying to dislodge the TARDIS from her throat.

"Is it always this scary?" the orphan Clara asked. At least the foyer inside Clara's head was well lit. She felt like an idiot thinking that.

"Only every Wednesday," the older Clara said.

The TARDIS landed outside of the dinosaur's throat with a splat. The Doctor, who was supposed to be sleeping, had somehow stumbled through the corridor and up the stairs in the darkness.

"Rose?" he called out.

"No. Uh... close enough. We... were swallowed?"

"Well, let me apologise to whoever swallowed us! I really don't think I'm very edible," the Doctor said, pushing past Clara and towards the door.

"Shouldn't we be being apologised to?" the older Clara asked.

"Just go with it," Clara said.

There was a knock on the door of the TARDIS, and a voice came — Strax's. "Hello? Exit the box, and surrender to the glory of the Sontaran Empire!"

Oh, thank God, Clara thought. Never before had she thought she would be so grateful to see the Sontaran who could never figure out what her gender was.

A little later, the smoke cleared and Clara could concentrate on what was going on outside of the box. "Oh, you two. The green one and the not green one. Or it could be the other way round, I mustn't prejudge."

Making her way through the smoke, Clara pushed her hair back and exited the TARDIS.

Upon seeing her, the Doctor started gesturing wildly. "Oh, you remember. Er. Thingy. The, er, the not-me one. The asking questions one. Names not my area,"

"Clara," Clara said.

"Imagine how he's going to handle all of us!" Oswin said with a smile.

"Well, it might be Clara. Might not be. It's a lottery," the Doctor said.

"It is Clara," Clara said.

"Well, I'm not ruling it out," The Doctor turned to the dinosaur, who was bellowing. "Reduce the frequency!"

"I'm sorry?" Clara said.

"Your sonic lanterns. Turn them down. You're giving her a headache."

"Giving who a headache?" Jenny asked.

"My lady friend. Just an expression, don't get any ideas," the Doctor said, waggling his finger at Jenny.

"I doubt she was planning on it," said the older Clara.

"How do you know?" Strax asked, tilting his head to look at the apparently female dinosaur.

"Come on, Clara. You know I speak dinosaur," the Doctor said, admonishing Strax.

"He's not Clara. I'm Clara," Clara pointed towards herself.

"Well, you're very similar heights. Maybe you should wear labels?" the Doctor said, but his eyelids were drifting closed. Clara did suppose that she and Strax were a similar height, but there was the whole thing where they were different species. "Why, why are you all doing that? Why are you? You're going all dark and wobbly. Stop that,"

"I… don't think we are," Clara took a step towards the Doctor, worried he would fall asleep on the riverbank of the Thames.

"Never mind. Everybody take five," The Doctor held up a hand, swayed, and fell over — onto the riverbank of the Thames.

"I don't understand. Who is he? Where's the Doctor?" Jenny asked, looking down at him.

"Right here. That's him. That's the Doctor," Clara looked down at the lined face, sleeping as peacefully as one possibly could in the middle of a patch of mud.

After Clara and the Paternoster Gang had successfully gotten the Doctor to sleep, they stood outside the bedroom, Clara looking at them in expectation of something.

"So what now?" she asked.

"He needs rest," Vastra explained.

"So what do we do? How do we fix him?" the older Clara introjected. For all of her snark about Clara's attachment to the Doctor, it seemed she had gotten one too.

"Fix him?" Jenny asked.

Clara was about to talk about getting the Doctor back to not falling asleep every five minutes, but the older version of herself cut her off. "How do we change him back?"

Vastra's face hardened, and she turned towards her wife. "Jenny, I will be in my chamber. Would you be kind enough to fetch my veil?"

"Why, are we expecting strangers?" Jenny asked, looking between her wife and Clara.

"It would seem there's already one here," Vastra said curtly, and turned to leave.

"What have I done wrong?" Clara's — or was it not even hers — voice came out plaintive, just wanting approval and her Doctor back.

"Excuse me, ma'am. The wife doesn't like to be kept waiting," Jenny started to turn away, but Clara's arm reached out for her.

"Where did he get that face? Why's it got lines in it? It's brand new. How can his hair be all grey? He only just got it."

Jenny tugged her arm away. "It's still him, ma'am. You saw him change."

Somehow, those words were enough for Clara to regain control. "I know, I do. I know that."

"Good," Jenny said, and made to leave.

"It's just…" Clara could feel the feelings of the woman who called herself Miss Oswin flooding into her. "If Vastra changed, if she changed, if she wasn't the woman you liked?"

Jenny's face softened. "I don't like her, ma'am. I love her. And as to different? Well, she's a lizard."

Clara nodded, understanding, and Jenny left.

Clara was about to follow her, but she heard muttering from the bedroom. The Doctor was talking in his sleep.

"The wind bites now, and the world is grey, and I am alone here. Can't see me. Doesn't see me. Can't see me,"

Clara stepped over to the Doctor's bed, where he was sleeping, but not in the restful way he had when he was in the TARDIS.

"Who can't see it?" Clara looked through the window at the dinosaur in the Thames. "I think everyone can see it."

"She can't see me," the Doctor muttered, and sighed.

"I'm right here," Clara said, reaching out for the Doctor's hands above the blanket. "It's me," But if these words were a reply to Miss Oswin's desire to "fix him", she knew it would take more than a few comforting words to make him realise that she didn't want to leave him.

Miss Oswin, hearing Clara's thoughts, cleared her throat. "I didn't see him regenerate," she stated, as an explanation.

"He looked like your dashing young gentleman friend. Your lover, even."

"Shut up."

"But he is the Doctor. He has walked this universe for centuries untold, he has seen stars fall to dust. You might as well flirt with a mountain range."

"How dare you? How dare you?"

Clara was standing in front of Vastra and Jenny, gesturing wildly. "Marcus Aurelius, Roman emperor. Last of the five good 'uns. Stoic philosopher. And the only pin-up I had on my wall when I was fifteen."

Vastra watched Clara, curious.

"I am not quite sure who you think you are talking to right now, Madame Vastra, but I have never had the slightest interest in pretty young men. And for the record, if there was anybody who could flirt with a mountain range, she's probably standing in front of you right now. We — I jumped into the Doctor's time stream, not because I was in love with him, but because I knew how much of a disaster it would be for the universe if it was destroyed. Maybe because I had the foolish idea that I couldn't be important without doing something extraordinary. And now — I've seen things. I know his life, I know it better than you do. I've seen everything from the Academy of Gallifrey to the most beautiful garden in all of time and space. Just because my pretty face has turned your head, do not assume that I am so easily distracted."

Clara finished her speech to applause from Jenny and a small smile from Vastra.

"Well, goodness me. The lake is ruffled at last. I often wondered what you'd be like when you lost your temper."

"So you were… testing me?" Clara stared at Madame Vastra. Testing us? To see if we were worthy?

"Yes," Vastra said simply.

"Why?" Clara asked.

"I wanted to make sure you were still Clara," Vastra explained. "Now come with me. We have a dinosaur to investigate."

The Doctor had left his bedroom — and not just because he wanted to do something other than sleeping in Vastra and Jenny's house. When Clara and the others heard the dinosaur burning, it became clear that the Doctor knew it had been in danger and would be nearby.

Strax drove the carriage through the streets of London, stopping below the parapet. The Doctor was standing there, looking down at the remains of the dinosaur in helplessness, his hands shaking.

"She was scared. She was scared… and alone. I brought her here and look what they did," He pointed down at the fire in the Thames.

"Who or what could have done this thing?" asked Vastra, picking up her skirts and running closer to the site of the explosion with the others.

"No."

"I'm sorry?" Vastra looked up at the Doctor.

"No. That is not the question. That is not where we start."

"The question is how. The flesh itself has been combusted," Strax observed, looking at the site of the fire with perhaps more fascination than was appropriate considering the moral gravity of the situation.

"No, no, shut up," The Doctor continued to gesture. "What do you all have for brains, pudding? Look at you. Why can't I meet a decent species? Planet of the pudding brains."

Clara moved closer to the Doctor, but didn't touch him this time. "Doctor, I know you're upset, but you need to calm down and talk to us. What is the question?"

The Doctor looked at Clara, his face looking like he was fighting between trusting her and brushing her off like he had Strax.

Eventually, he settled on the former.

"A dinosaur is burning in the heart of London. Nothing left but smoke and flame. The question is, have there been any similar murders?"

Vastra exclaimed, while the Doctor continued his thinking out loud.

"Question two. If all the pudding brains are gawking, then what is he?" The Doctor indicated a man walking away from the disaster, unconcerned.

"He seems remarkably unmoved by the available spectacle," Vastra observed.

"Do you think that is whoever —" Clara started, only to be cut off by a splash. The Doctor had jumped into the Thames.

"What's he doing? He'll drown," Clara hissed, turning to Vastra.

"I very much doubt it," replied Vastra.

"Why?"

"There has been a murder," Vastra explained. "The Doctor has taken up the case. If we are to see him again, we must do the same."