[ Clara really wants a scarf, wants to get something fashionable for the Doctor as an 'I'm really glad you kidnapped me again after Christmas' gift. Unconventional as a theme, but then, the Doctor isn't conventional, so she isn't worried. But first, she's offered herself up for errands.

One such errand is running coffee to two different places. It's on the second that someone turns a corner too close to her and she doesn't have enough space to recover. ]

Fu—

[ Clara winds up with coffee all over herself; thanks to her jacket she isn't burned, but her eyes are closed, dripping with four coffees. ]

Did that really just happen? If I open my eyes, will I see something different?