[ Clara holds onto Caitlyn like a lifeline while she closes her eyes and tries to forget the way the Doctor sounded when he regenerated, and the way he acted directly after. ]

He called me. [ Opening her eyes, she huffs out a small laugh that sounds more resigned than humours. ] Time, it's...well, he's in control of it, isn't he? When I was with the new him, the regenerated him who ran from me, avoided me, wouldn't let me close, our Doctor called me from his TARDIS, fully aware that he'd already... he asked me not to leave him. To stay, take care of him. Best, rudest phone call I've ever gotten.

[ There, she laughs a little and it's lighter, but that phone call, it hurt as much as it helped. ]