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Me pulled out a diary from her library. "I wrote this legend I heard about you when I was living on what you call the 'trap street,'" she said to Clara. "Something about you and a future Me fighting some creature on some planet. And that evening there were groans and sighs of thunder and fire coming from our TARDIS. Would you like to read it?"

"Is this going to affect my timeline?"

"Clara, we're not Time Lords."

Clara opened the book. "Me, there's nothing in this journal."

"It hasn't happened yet." Me grinned.

Clara grinned. "Let's make it happen."