[The evening of the 12th, a small envelope smelling of smoke arrives at Max's front door. The note inside is written in Clara's bold, blocky handwriting.]
Max -
I'm afraid I have some unfortunate news, as well as a final request. The Doctor was sent home for a short time, and has returned with his mind wiped of our time together. I knew this was coming, but hoped that we would have longer before it caught up with us. He knows he had a friend named Clara, and he's aware that his memories of me are missing, but he doesn't recognize my face. It's best that this doesn't change. The safety of the universe depends on our separation.
Please check up on him when you can. He's gone through a torturous ordeal, and he needs friends, not a sad stranger. He's very bad at being alone, and if I could offer him any help I would. I'm afraid, however, that all I'll be able to give him is more pain. I've got no idea where I'll wind up, but I can't stay in Heropa right now. I'll let you know once I do.
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Max -
I'm afraid I have some unfortunate news, as well as a final request. The Doctor was sent home for a short time, and has returned with his mind wiped of our time together. I knew this was coming, but hoped that we would have longer before it caught up with us. He knows he had a friend named Clara, and he's aware that his memories of me are missing, but he doesn't recognize my face. It's best that this doesn't change. The safety of the universe depends on our separation.
Please check up on him when you can. He's gone through a torturous ordeal, and he needs friends, not a sad stranger. He's very bad at being alone, and if I could offer him any help I would. I'm afraid, however, that all I'll be able to give him is more pain. I've got no idea where I'll wind up, but I can't stay in Heropa right now. I'll let you know once I do.
Your friend,
Clara Oswald