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They had a plan. They had so much of a plan, in fact, that there was absolutely nothing left to do—nothing they could do until the guards made their morning rounds—and that was what was driving the Doctor mad.
"Please stop pacing," said Clara, patting the hard stone bench next to her. "Just sit down."
He sat down.
"Just a few more hours," she said, and yawned. Then she lay down, resting her head on his knee. "You're bony," she said sleepily, "but you'll do." Her eyelids fluttered shut.
Well, now he really did have to wait patiently.