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Is it a sad song?
Nothing's sad till it's over, and then everything is.
What's it called?
I think it's called... Clara.
Are you looking for her?
I'm trying.
Clara... Oswin... Oswald!
When something goes missing, you can always...
recreate it by the hole it left.
I know her name was Clara.
- What's your name? - Clara.
Nice name... Clara.
You should definitely keep it.
Goodbye!
There's one thing I know about her. Just one thing.
If I met her again, I'd absolutely know.
Soufflé girl...
Oswin...
It was her.
Run, you clever boy,
and remember.
It was soufflé girl again!
I know we travelled together.
I know we sat together
and she told me something very important,
but I have no idea what she said.
Run. Run, you clever boy, and remember me.
No... Clara!
Merry Christmas, Doctor.
Clara.
Hello, you stupid old man.
You're back! You're in my head.
All my memories... are back.
And don't go forgetting me again, because...
quite frankly, that was offensive.
What Clara told you in the Cloisters...
I don't remember a single thing about it.
You said memories...
become stories, when we forget them.
Maybe some of them become songs.
That would be nice.
Yeah, it would be, wouldn't it?