until I can decide if she'd be able to see jack...
Clara leaned against the small brick wall, draping her arms over it. She couldn't help but laugh at the sight of actual gondolas moving down the water ways. It wasn't Italy, but it did a brilliant job of pretending to be Venice. She raised her eyes to look at the buildings.
Her head tilted as she looked at the sky. That was still odd to her. Could the walls between different realities really break? Clara had learned to question everything when it came to traveling with the Doctor. That sometimes included questioning what he said.