Clara walked to the back cell behind the police Chief who sneered at her as he slowly opened the doors to the cell which the Doctor had been kept it.
“Good luck.” He commented before walking off and leaving her there.
She stepped into the cell room. She starred at him, silent, before speaking; “So, what did you do this time?” She asked, not even greeting him
“Not really that much this time, actually.” He grinned up at her, still not understanding why she still cared about him after all he did. “I mean, emperor Kri-Zah had it coming- And his civilization too.” The Twin sighed and rubbed his temples, trying to massage his headache away.