Yeah, well, not my proudest moment,” Clara hesitated, “My parents approved of him. He was nice but. . . not who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. I had planned my escape for quite a while, buying a plane ticket and everything, and I wasn't sure whether I should actually go through with it up until the night before the wedding.”
“What made you be sure?” the Doctor asked, now seemingly intrigued.
Clara shrugged. “I wasn't sure. I still don't know what I want, but the last few weeks here made me realize what I didn't want and that was being his wife.”
The Doctor pushed himself away from the wardrobe and outstretched his hand for her to take. “Well, you're now part of our family – if you want to be.”
Clara took his hand and he gently pulled her up into a standing position, his touch leaving the strangest feeling on her skin as he did.
“How about a nice breakfast before I open my practice?” he suggested.
Clara smiled at him. “Sounds good.”