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The TARDIS landed outside the Maitland's house once again. It was another Wednesday, and the Doctor waited for Clara to come on her weekly journey. The last time she had travelled with him only deepened the mystery about her. That she was able to take command of the Punishment Patrol was quite a surprise. (And the Cyberplanner had dug up some quite unpleasant thoughts). His musing stopped as Clara entered the ship. She looked well dressed as always, although she wore her hair in a similar style as the last week.
(Something he had learned to rarely comment on.) “So, where to this time?” he asked.
“I don't know. Somewhere romantic,” she answered.
“Somewhere romantic!?” he asked, incredulously.
“You know, like Paris, but not Paris,” Clara said.
“Paris, but not Paris,” the Doctor considered. “I think I know such a place. And no, not any of the New Paris's.” He set the TARDIS in motion.