Claire is fighting to hold onto something that she can't re-spool, no matter how hard she tries. Her entire life, her father has been nearby, able to be seen anytime she'd like. Her father is the one she's turned to for guidance, for reassurance. He's seen her through the end of her first meaningful relationship and toasted her new marriage, they've studied the unusual, pondered echoes, and comforted one another in times of sorrow. That's what she knows.
Except that she also knows her father is dead, long dead, and he was never on this planet. She can't even remember Henry Beauchamp, but she remembers the Doctor.
Stumbling into his domain, she looks for him, desperate to be told there's a way to fix it all, to make time go back and put things the way they ought to be.
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Except that she also knows her father is dead, long dead, and he was never on this planet. She can't even remember Henry Beauchamp, but she remembers the Doctor.
Stumbling into his domain, she looks for him, desperate to be told there's a way to fix it all, to make time go back and put things the way they ought to be.
"Father!"
Because she refuses to give in, not yet. Not yet.