He won't leave Clara with Vastra an

He won't leave Clara with Vastra and Jenny forever. Of course not. He's just not going back quite yet.

The Doctor spins some dials on the console, restless. Throws a lever. The console room around him feels empty, half-formed, a bad metaphor for his psyche. He contemplates that for a moment, but needs more round things doesn't resonate as useful mental health advice.

He'll be back for Clara soon. He just needs to be a little more settled in his skin, that's all. His friends' influence is not a bad thing—it's one of the reasons he keeps humans around, after all—but right now he needs to be alone, away from the scrutiny of those who might prefer him the way he used to be.

That's not fair. He has Clara to thank for this new regeneration cycle, after all. Not her fault that it didn't come out to her satisfaction. (That's not fair, either. He gave her the wrong impression in his last incarnation. It's better this way. She won't try to bring this version of him home for Christmas dinner.)

He just doesn't want to see himself through her eyes right now.

The TARDIS lands with a decisive thump, giving him a start. He hadn't actually triggered the materialisation sequence. Or had he? He might not have been paying attention.

He opens the door to darkness. Sand underfoot, stars overhead. Earth constellations. Approximately local midnight, his time sense says; at least that still works. When he pulls the door shut behind him, the darkness seems to swallow him up. He glances over his shoulder; the TARDIS' lamp is extinguished, the windows dark. The ship's bulk is just a blackness against the stars. She's gone into hibernation mode; apparently they're going to be here for a while.

Well, he wanted solitude. He pats the weathered wooden door, and something inside him relaxes at last. As his eyes adjust to the darkness, the stars grow piercingly bright, the sky utterly dark.

Except there, to the north—there's a faint smudge of light on the horizon, somewhere past the next set of sand dunes. Not so alone after all. Humans: there's no getting away from them completely.

He could go south, let that light fade over the horizon. There's no need to investigate. He weighs curiosity against the desire not to be judged by anybody else today.

Finally, he turns to the north and starts to walk.

結果 (中文) 1:

他永远不会离开西与克拉拉和珍妮。当然不是。他还只是不会回来。医生旋转一些刻度盘在控制台上，焦躁不安。抛出一个杠杆。他周围控制台房间感觉空，半形成，一个坏比喻为他的灵魂。他凝视着那片刻，但需要更多的圆东西不共鸣作为有用的心理健康咨询。他很快就会回来为克拉拉。他只是需要一点更解决在他的皮肤，这是所有。他的朋友们的影响不是一件坏事 — — 这是他毕竟保持周围，人的原因之一 — — 但现在他需要独处，监督下的那些人可能会更喜欢他了他曾经是。那是不公平的。他有克莱拉毕竟为此新的再生周期，谢谢。不她使她感到满意，它没有出来的错。(这是不公平的也。他给了她错误的印象，在他最后的化身。正是通过这种方式更好。她不会试图为圣诞大餐带来此版本的他回家)。他只是不想看到自己现在通过她的眼睛。TARDIS 土地决定性重重地给了他一个的开始。他实际上没有触发物化序列。或过他吗?他可能不一直关注。他打开黑暗的大门。沙踩在脚下，头顶的星星。地球的星座。大约在当地午夜，说他的时间观念;至少那仍然工作。当他拉他身后的门关上时，黑暗似乎要吞噬他。他看了一眼在他肩上;TARDIS 的灯熄灭，黑暗的窗户。船上的大部分是只是一片漆黑的四颗星星。她是进入休眠模式;显然他们要在这里一段时间。好吧，他想要孤独。他拍了拍风化的木制门，和他内心的东西最后放松。他的眼睛适应了黑暗，星星随着恶狠狠明亮，天空完全黑暗。除了那里，向北 — — 那里是在地平线上，某个地方过去的沙丘下一集的微弱光晕。毕竟不孤单。人类: 那里是没有完全和他们回避。他可以去南方，让那光褪色在地平线上。那里是没有需要调查。他的重量，人们不愿今天通过别人来判断的好奇感。最后，他转向北方，开始走。

結果 (中文) 3:

他不会离开克拉拉和珍妮永远组Vastra。当然不是。他只是还没有回来。一些医生转拨控制台，躁动不安。掷杆。在他周围的安慰室里，他感到空虚，一半是他心灵的一个坏比喻。他考虑了一会儿，但需要更多的圆的东西不同样有用的心理健康咨询。他很快就会回来给克拉拉。他只是需要多一点的解决他的皮肤，这是所有。他的朋友们的影响不是一件坏事，这也是他一直保持人类的一个原因，但现在他需要一个人独处，远离那些可能更喜欢他的人的关注。这不公平。他有克拉拉感谢这个新的再生周期，毕竟。并不是她的错，她没有出来，她满意。（这也不公平。在他最后一次道成肉身时，他给了她一个错误的印象。这是更好的方式。她不想带这个版本的他回家吃圣诞大餐。）他只是不想通过她的眼睛看到自己现在。TARDIS的土地具有决定性的重击，让他开始。他其实并没有引发的各种序列。还是他？他可能没有注意过。他打开黑暗之门。沙子在脚下，头顶上空的星星。地球星座。约在当地的午夜，他的时间意义上说；至少，仍在工作。当他把门关上时，黑暗似乎把他吞了下去。他瞥了一眼他的肩；TARDIS的灯熄灭，黑暗的窗户。船上的大部分只是一个黑暗与星星。她进入冬眠模式，显然他们会在这里待一段时间。他想要孤独。他拍了拍风化的木门，里面东西他放松最后。当他的眼睛适应了黑暗，星星长着明亮，天空完全黑暗。除了那里，往北有一点微弱的光在地平线上，在过去的沙丘下集。不那么孤单。人类：没有完全脱离他们。他可以去南方，让光在地平线上消失。没有必要调查。他对欲望的好奇心，不受任何人的评价，今天。最后，他转向北方，开始走路。