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(Spoilers for "Time of the Doctor") There was a line of shed clothing leading across the Tardis. "Doctor?" Clara called. She couldn't see him anywhere. There were footsteps, slow, measured, her heart clenched in dread. He strode up the stairs, young again. Back in his regular clothes. Her heart leapt. She rushed forward. "You're young again. You're okay. You didn't even change your face." He smiled at her wistfully, that tired, old/young smile that could so easily break her heart. She felt her heart stuttering. Something was wrong. "It's started," he said - breaking her heart. "I can hold it off for a little, reset a bit first, but I can

"River, Help!" "You're doing fine, Sweetie!" The nine foot tall baby giraffe, all awkward legs and neck, gallumped along chasing the Doctor across the African savannah. The Doctor, all legs and neck, ran hell bent for leather in front of it. River put a finger to her cheek and just grinned. Sometimes life got no better than this.