[ Going home is a double-edged sword for Clara; she doesn't know what to expect, she isn't ready to live with knowing she's never going to see stupid floppy hair and ridiculous bowties ever again. She wants to see her dad, her nan especially, but saying goodbye?
Pulled out of her thoughts by Caitlyn's voice, Clara stares ahead and can, just barely, see something flickering. ]
I think my light is bouncing off of something. That, or we have mood lighting ahead, can't tell yet.
[ Feeling something that feels incredibly like snot land on her arm, she tries to hold back the urge to gag. But finally, her hand reaches a ledge and clumsily, she pulls herself out, just as something seems to clamp onto the skin just above her collarbone. Dropping the torch in surprise, there's a shout from Clara as she stumbles, trying to see what the hell it is. ]
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Pulled out of her thoughts by Caitlyn's voice, Clara stares ahead and can, just barely, see something flickering. ]
I think my light is bouncing off of something. That, or we have mood lighting ahead, can't tell yet.
[ Feeling something that feels incredibly like snot land on her arm, she tries to hold back the urge to gag. But finally, her hand reaches a ledge and clumsily, she pulls herself out, just as something seems to clamp onto the skin just above her collarbone. Dropping the torch in surprise, there's a shout from Clara as she stumbles, trying to see what the hell it is. ]
Caitlyn!