There's a push and pull in Clara that she's come to realize she loathes. She's only ever felt it in Serthica, and she hopes she'll never feel it again. She doesn't want to go, and yet her body is almost making the decision for her. When the Doctor reaches for her hand, she immediately holds onto him in return. Then, she takes a step forward, another—they're getting on the boat, that much is clear.

"I've been thinking you and I need a boat holiday. Perfect timing." She doesn't feel nearly as cheery as she sounds. They're together, and that's all that matters.

A question is asked once they're securely on board: What do you most want?

Alarm bells start to sound in Clara's head, and she looks up at the Doctor, lips parting as her head shakes minutely. Her eyes are dark pools of brown, and she waits to see what he'll say and if it will be an answer to the question.