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   Finally! Class was finally over for the day.
   Clara very nearly skipped out of her 
   classroom and out of Coal Hill, down
   the road. Her smile only became brighter
   when she saw that familiar blue box there
   sitting just off the road. With a skip in her
   step, Clara opened the door and walked
   inside, not bothering to look for the Doctor
   before she started speaking.

          ❝ Doctor, do you think today…
   Do you think you could teach me to fly her?
   Maybe then she’d dislike me a bit less.❞

                       For a bit of time, the Doctor was  telling  himself
                       that he should get rid of the rooms he didn’t use
                       in the TARDIS. Just to keep  it  clean,  with  less
                       space. Or maybe to build a bigger pool. He liked 
                       the  pool.  And  finally, there  he  was, getting to
                       business.  So  when  he  heard  a  voice coming 
                       from the door, an unknown voice asking  to pilot
                       the TARDIS, his hand went  straight to the sonic
                       screwdriver on his pocket as he  looked up  with 
                       a frown.

         ❝Who are you and what are you doing in my TARDIS?
           Not  teaching  you  how  to  fly  her— she’s mine. And 
           perhaps she doesn’t like you because you tend to  get
           inside things without an invitation; what comes back to
           my first question

                                                        —-who are you?❞