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Clara has some news for Malcolm. Malcolm takes it in his stride. His penuin-run stride, to be specific.
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Clara has some news for Malcolm. Malcolm takes it in his stride. His penuin-run stride, to be specific.
Clara is sick. What on earth is the Doctor doing with her tea kettle?
There’s some karaoke. And hypervodka. And consequences.
The TARDIS led her there, but Clara's the one who chose to stay. And watch.
Hiding in plain sight, on the night of the winter solstice.
Clara wants a pajama party. The Doctor is sure he knows exactly what that means.
Clara looks for her lipstick. The Doctor meddles.
Giles has an engagement ring in his pocket, but he's stuck in interminable meetings. His scheme to wriggle out of them might have just backfired on him. Oh dear.
Giles has broken his wrist. The left one. The assault on his dignity commences.
The best way to wake up?
Toast racks are abused; bathrobes are stolen; crosswords are left undone.
Giles, in pajamas, thinking.
What happened when Xander got thrown out of his house just minutes after he turned eighteen.
What was that vampire doing with a knife? That wasn't fair.
Buffy gets the flu. Giles has bromides.