Clara sighed into her cup of tea, sipping the hot liquid and feeling it run down her throat. She hummed contently, enjoying the peace and quiet.

Surely enough, that peace and quiet did not last.

The front door swung open, and a young little girl with long dark hair and green eyes came running inside, purple coat fluttering behind her as she dived into her now-standing mother's arms. Her grandfather followed.

"Mummy! Mummy! Guess what?!" The six year old exclaimed with excitement, bouncing up and down as if she would burst.

Clara rolled her eyes. "What is it, Martha?" She laughed, squeezing her daughter tightly in her warm arms.

"Grandad..." She started, fishing through the inside pocket of her coat and pulling out a piece of cloth, holding it delicately like a broken butterfly, "gave me this!" She presented the object carefully to Clara, her eyes bright. Exactly the way her father's had when he first showed Clara space.

Clara smiled warmly and peered down into Martha-Rose's hand. Her heart stopped for a moment, and she gasped softly, her vision going foggy as her eyes brimmed with tears. A wave of sudden nostalgia glided through her, flowing through her veins and warming her insides. But it also broke her already crumbling heart.

The Doctor's bow tie. His signature bow tie.

"How lovely." She smiled sadly, a tear slipping slowly down her cheek.

"Why are you crying, Mummy?" Martha asked, concern spreading over her young face like wildfire. "What's wrong? Don't you like it?" She kissed her mothers forehead and smiled sweetly, the way the Doctor did.

When he was alive.

"Martha, sweetheart, could you do me a huge favour and run upstairs to get Mummy's photo album? I've got something to show you..." Clara said softly, stroking her daughters hair and biting her lip to prevent herself from crying.

The little girl grinned at her mum, and gently placed the bow tie on the coffee table, handling it so carefully that it looked as if she thought it would break. "Okay, Mummy. Geronimo!" She shouted, rushing up the stairs like a superhero. "I'll be back quicker than you can say-" she thought for a moment, "oh, never mind."

"Geronimo," Clara's dad laughed. "Every bloomin' day she becomes more and more like her dad, doesn't she?" He looked down at Clara, who's eyes were full of tears. "Oh, Clara, I didn't mean anything by it - we came up with a plan, that Mar could stay over every weekend, an' have her own room. We were sortin' out yours, and she found it. I'm sorry, love, if you want I'll-"

He was interrupted by Clara enveloping him in a tight, long hug. "Thank you, Dad." She sobbed into his shoulder. "It's amazing."

"MUUUUUUUMMY!" Martha-Rose yelled loudly. "I got the book! I got it!" She rushed down the stairs enthusiastically, almost falling down in the process, and presented the album to her mum.

"Good girl," she laughed sadly. "Come over here and sit with me."

The both sat on the soft, comfy sofa, Clara's dad soon joining them.

"Why is there a leaf in your book, Mummy?" The little girl asked as they opened the first page.

Clara smiled. "It isn't a leaf. This is page one."

That night, Clara told her daughter tales he would never forget. Tales about a father that fought aliens day and night, anywhere and everywhere in time and space. Tales about a lonely monster who finally found his happy ending.

Tales of the stars.

(THERE IS LITERALLY ONE MORE CHAPTER TO GO ARE YOU AS EXCITED AS MEEEEEEEEEEEEE BECAUSE I AM SO EXCITED)