That's how she found him. Sat on the floor, back to the console, the silent tears running down his cheeks. It was the same kind of pain that came with every departure, Sarah Jane, Rose, Martha, Donna, River, Amy and now Clara. This was worse. This was the pain of Clara's absence coupled with Missy's betrayal. She was the last person he wanted to see right now and yet there she was. Missy.