{The Doctor stayed frozen in place; rooted to the spot while Clara inspected his hat. It was very important to him that she liked it. Once he had her approval, he let out a breath of relief. Then he smiled.}
“Right then, Clara Oswald. Shakespeare is waiting for us. We’ll be just in time to have missed the bubonic plague!”
‘lets go.’
{she walked towards the opening it and stepping out, taking everything in. no matter how many times she did this, how many places she went with the doctor, to her it always felt like one of the first times. she looked behind her, and grinned at him}
'to the globe?’