“That would be nice.”
“Yeah, it would be, wouldn’t it?”
I know her name was Clara. I know we travelled together. I know that there was an Ice Warrior on a submarine and a mummy on the Orient Express. I know we sat together in the Cloisters and she told me something very important, but I have no idea what she said. Or what she looked like. Or how she talked. Or laughed. There’s nothing there. Just nothing.
“I know men like him. I’ve served under them.”
Nobody said it was easy, it’s such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy, no one ever said it would be this hard
Oh, take me back to the start…












