Clara sighed. She wanted to be with Eoghan so badly, but she had to admit that it could have been much, much worse. They would find a way, somehow. Clara was sure of it.
They. Clara immediately scolded herself internally for falling back into thinking that there was still the Doctor and Clara. She would find a way. She had to do this alone. The Doctor was no longer her friend.
“As for Earth”, he stated in a careful tone, “There is no more Earth. I'm sorry, Clara.”
Clara stared at him blankly. “I don't think I'm hearing you right. Say it again.”
“Earth was one of the first planets to be destroyed in this war,” the Doctor explained.
“And you did what about that?” she yelled at him in an accusatory tone.
“Well, you're alive, aren't you? And so is your son. And now that you're done asking all the questions, may I throw one in?” he stepped towards her, “What are you doing here? Why did you come here? Why now?”
Clara stared at him for a moment, the face she had only known for a while before being brutally abandoned. There was nothing of her old Doctor staring back at her. The man standing on front of her was a ruthless monster, no better than a Dalek or a Cyberman.
“I came to see if Vastra was right and the Doctor truly is gone,” she said coldly. “He is. There is nothing of the old you left at all.”
“Vastra?” the Doctor asked immediately, sounding surprised, if not horrified, “How did she get out? I thought she had gone down with the rest of them.”
“She has a vortex manipulator,” she explained, “But. . . if you say that Earth is gone, that means. . .”
“Jenny and Strax are dead. Everyone you have ever known is dead.”
Clara slowly stepped backwards and sank back down unto the bed. How come she hadn't known? She should have. The war had spread across the entire universe. It was only reasonable to assume that Earth had perished along with the rest.
“Doctor,” she began carefully, “Why did you abandon me 12 years ago?”
“Huh? It's been 12 years?”
“Answer me!”
He scoffed in reply. “I was tired of you bossing me around.”
“That's a lie. And a bad one at that,” Clara said angrily, “The truth, Doctor! Now!”
“There!” he exclaimed, “There's the bossing around I was talking about. I will find you a planet from which you can take a shuttle to where your son is. And you will not leave this room under any circumstances. Do you understand me?”
“Doctor!”
“No!” he shouted back at her, louder than before, “You will go back to your son and you will stay out of my business!”
He tossed her the bag that she had carried on her arrival, the one holding the poison to kill the Doctor. Apparently he hadn't bothered to look inside it. Clara caught it just in time.
“Stay in this room,” he ordered her sharply before he headed out of the door and slammed it shut.
Clara was fuming. Oh yes, she would kill him. Right after he had dropped her off so she could get back to her son. But she was definitely not going to listen to him. Rising from the bed, she clutched her bag a little more tightly and reached for the doorknob.