Clara remembers one of her trip with the Doctor: Rome, 1821. Excerpt: "We could have gone to the Stars' Fall of Effiour. Well, they're not actual stars, and there's no real waterfall, but the light is refracted on the surface of the wat- well, it shines. Don't you like shining things, Clara?" "But you wanted to meet John Keats."

It's always the same Muggle book: a children's book – a boy with glasses on the cover. Probably she has take it hundreds of times, and hundreds of times she has stayed here, watching it, passing her fingers through the pages.

Draco's watching how his girlfriend is interacting with her best friend, and he doesn't like it. He doesn't like it a bit. Some Harmony mixed up with a Dramione.

You know that you're everything? You're the first woman on the first day of creation. You're the mother, the sister, the lover, the friend, the angel, the devil, the land, the home… Ah, that's what you are: the home.