Donna soon returned with the Doctor's silver-and-blue sonic screwdriver. Clara took it and examined it dutifully. She twisted it a few times, and laid her avocado in front of the creature. After saying farewell to the avocado, a thing Donna thought unnecessary, she stepped back and pointed the screwdriver at the fruit. Kersplank! The avocado exploded all over the creature. A piece splattered on Clara's cheek and she wiped it off and licked her finger. Then she realized how effective her prized avocado had actually been. The serpent heads began to writhe about, the creature finally laying limp in front of the two women.

"Well." Clara said, wide-eyed. "I guess giving up that avocado was worth it." She remarked. The Doctors hurried over and Clara returned the screwdriver to its owner, who studied the remains and queried, "What exactly did you do?"

"Blew up an avocado." Donna replied matter-of-factly. "Her idea. Her avocado." The Tenth Doctor nodded, impressed, and rattled off, "Snakes are allergic to phenol oil. Avocados contain a small amount of phenol oil, but my sonic screwdriver..." He examined it. "Multiplied the phenol oil when the combustion took place, and poisoned the creature."

"Hold up." The Twelfth Doctor held up a hand. "Clara blew up an avocado and it killed that...thing?" Clara blushed slightly as the others responded in the affirmative and the oldest of the group muttered, "I love that girl."

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The Doctor descended slowly into darkness until he hit the ground. He could hear the slithering of tentacles around him and he frowned as he tried not to think what had become of Clara. "Clara?" He called. "Clara!" No answer. He pulled out his screwdriver and used it to illuminate the cavern-like space. A few yards away from him lay Clara, tentacles slithering around and over and under her. The Doctor sighed in relief. It seemed the squid had decided to save her for later. He hurried forward, batting away tentacles like they were mere flies. "Clara?" He hardly whispered now. He reached her body and felt her pulse. He let out a long sigh when he found her to be living. "Clara," he whispered softly, gathering her up gently. A tentacle hit him in the head and he stumbled, but righted himself with a shout. "YOU LAY OFF ME, YOU FOUL CREATURE! I AM A DANGEROUS LUNATIC, AND I! WILL! HURT YOU!"

There was a low displeased noise, but the tentacles slithered back to the body and were still. The Doctor sighed and walked to the hole in the cloud above. "Alright!" He shouted up, "I'm ready for you to pull! Start her up!" Nothing happened at first, and then his rope began slinking towards him and then grew taut. Holding Clara tightly, he was raised slowly into the air. When he came out of the cloud, he quickly solidified the water vapour and shouted for Martha. Up above in the light, one could see that, though she had escaped consumption, Clara had been horribly hurt. The Doctor carried her into the TARDIS and into her own room, where he laid her on the bed. "Please," he looked up, his green eyes begging, at Martha. "You can help her, right?"

Martha smiled. "I'll do my best." She promised. As he exited the room, he found Rose waiting just outside the door. "Is she—will she be alright?" She asked. The Doctor sighed. "I hope so."

They heard a commotion outside, and ran out to find Amy, Rory, the other Eleventh Doctor, and the Tenth Doctor carrying Rose. The Eleventh with them shouted, "Where's Martha?!"

His look-alike replied, pale, "Tending to Clara. What happened to Rose?"

"Bitten. I think it's poisonous. It's urgent!"

Rose was placed in another room, and Martha went to see her. The Doctor who had lost his fez asked if he might see Clara, and she told him he could.

He closed the door behind him and walked quietly over to the bed. Clara lay in a thin white dress, her head bandaged, and her right leg laid out carefully. Martha had said it was broken. She'd relocated it, but hadn't had time to splint it properly or anything.

"Not this time," the Doctor whispered. "Please, Clara. Not now. Not again." As if in response, her eyelids fluttered open. "Clara?!"

"Doctor?" She inquired groggily. He grinned excitedly and nodded. "You alright?" He asked. She frowned. "My leg hurts...and my head...and I ache all over..." She sighed painfully and he looked concerned. "What happened?" She asked. "All I remember...falling...and then everything went black..."

"The squid got you." The Doctor replied simply. She nodded and sighed again. "Doctor?" She asked sleepily, her eyelids heavy. He smiled. "Yes Clara?"

"If...you don't remember this happening...and none of us do...none of you, none of them...does that mean we'll forget everything?"

He thought for a moment. "It seems that way."

"So we'll forget this whole conversation?" The way she asked hurt him, but he replied, "Yes, I suppose we will." Clara smiled sleepily. "I love you, Doctor," She whispered as she drifted off to sleep. A tear rolled down the Doctor's cheek as he replied softly, "I love you too, Clara Oswald."