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                    and sometimes it gets just a bit                  too                      much. And I know I’m just one more heartache away from self destruction.”          The Doctor sniffed his tears away, batting at his eyes and shaking his head at himself, “I’m talking to a skeleton..” 

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[…]Sometimes it’s like I’ve lived a thousand lives in a thousand places. I’m born, I live, I die.

"Don’t you remember, hmm?" Clara scooted closer to him, wrapping her arms round him. "Just let’s say you had an extraordinary bedside manner." She winked, grinning. 

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"You attract trouble and danger regardless Chin Boy." Clara hiccuped having drank to tea too quickly. A headache (an eventually migraine) and hiccups, great.

It was incredibly difficult yes but he could not force her to think about it and scan her brain for activity and changes, that would be cruel and he would not call himself the Doctor any more. “Oi, not always. There are times I just walk around without being in danger at all. But, otherwise life would not be any fun would it?”

"The fact that you know my name gives you no right to use it." He said, maybe a bit angrily but Clara should know he would never be called by that name again. "She made a stop in the middle of the Vortex, throwing up out. I have no idea where we are, scans are off-line."

She moved gingerly to her feet. Clara edged towards the console and the Doctor, "Is there anyway we can get them back on-line?" The nanny hiccuped then groaned.