"Turn down for… what?”
"That’s the spirit."
"Yeah… Shoul’d’ve figured, really. He, uh, he does that. Leaves without telling." Clara exhaled quickly, not quite long enough to be a sigh. "Guess you’re stuck with me for a bit."
"Guess you're stuck with me.” Izzy echoed, offering the other a slight smile. “I wouldn’t worry though. He will come back eventually. He always does. At least so they say.”
"Ah. I’ve done the military thing. That part of my life is over."
"I understand. However there must be a reason for you to be here, am I wrong?"
"It’s exactly what I was aiming for."
"Then welcome, Doctor. It’s wonderful to see you up and about."
”Someday you won’t remember
the pain you thought would last
"Wow. Okay. So, what could it be that
gets a man so down that he starts
quoting Taylor Swift?”
”I beg your pardon? What I am?”
[ The offense is not entirely feigned; even
with the knowledge that she is not one of
them -which is quite a relief at times- she
cannot help but take the question as an
"What I meant was you’re obviously not a human. So…”
[ It didn’t take much for Isabella to notice
that she had hit a a nerve. And it was clear
to her that she needed to be 'delicate' with
this woman for it seemed as though she
could snap any moment. ]
"Ah wonderful, I’ve arrived at the right place and time."
"Sure. If modern day London was what you were aiming for."