there's a touch of magic to all of this. science, of course, like he said, but unbelievable and impossible sorcery, too. clarice was a woman of of logic, choosing the career she chose because of the black and white aspects of of the tasks she would be accomplishing. she worked with and hunted down humans - despite them always coming up with new ways to kill and cause destruction, at the end of the day, that's all they were, human. and clarice wasn't surprised by any of it, anymore. with her straight thinking and rational, even within the tardis, she still has a small doubt whether this all is real or not. that doubt quickly melts away as she's ushered toward a seat, told to hold on tight, buckle in.
there's a small jolt before clarice takes the warning seriously, rushing forward and strapping herself in before eyes land back on the doctor. she likes the way he rambles, and she likes that he didn't question her ideal destination. it's true, she's spent too long in the city. away from trees and wildlife. it was harder to get lost in a place where there were too many people. she remembers running away into the forest by her house when she was a girl, if just to get away from her fatherless home, for awhile. clarice feels like she hasn't stopped running since. this time, she was going toward something. and she wasn't alone.
short hesitation covers clarice before she slowly undoes her seatbelt. there's a glance toward the doctor as she makes her way towards the door they had entered through only moments before. hand raises, halts. if this was all some kind of trick, clarice would never allow herself to live it down. but she believes in the doctor, and so she pushes open the door, keeping her feet inside as she peers out across an oasis of green. she can't help the small gasp that leaves her at the sight. trees as far as the eye can see, lush and mossy. inhaling, the air smells on like wet earth after a thunderstorm. 'y'got me speechless again, doctor. usually i have a lot more t'say,' clarice chuckles, eyes bright as she glances across the scene. 's'beautiful... not a single factory or skyscraper as far as th'eye can see. can we...' clarice turns backs to the doctor, gaze hopeful. 'are we goin' out there?'
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