The doctor didn't really leave. He was in the Tardis outside her house just incase. Clara didn't know however so when she eventually peeled back the covers later that day to get out of bed and have lunch she was in for a shock. She went to the window and pulled the curtains back, she turned away and as she was about to walk to the door she stopped and turned back to the window.

The Tardis.

She sighed gazing out the window. Clara reached for her dressing gown and wrapped it around her as she walked through her flat. She went into the kitchen and searched for the phone.

The Doctor was under the console of the Tardis when he hit his head due to the load noise of the phone ringing. He slid out and walked outside of the Tardis muttering to himself about patching it through into the console. He knew it would be Clara. Who else had his number.

'Clara' he said raising his voice at the end of her name.

'Your outside my house' she said walking over to window and holding back the curtain to look out.

He looked around him then up at the window to see Clara.

'Oh! So I am' he said smiling up at her.

'You gunna stay there?'

'Yes I thought I might'

'I'll come to you then'

The phone call was ended.

Moments later Clara appeared closing the door to her block of flats with her hands in the pockets of her coat and her head down.

'Someone's perked up a bit'

'No. I just wanted to say I'm sorry' Clara shouted over the wind

'It's not your fault. I shouldn't have been angry with you' she continued. 'Anyway, I'll see you...' Clara said turning around back to the door of the flats.

'Who's fault is it then?' The doctor spoke loudly.

She stepped inside and held the door close to her chest. 'Mine' she said then closed the door.