In which, she has a new purpose.

Clara sometimes asks me if I dream.

“Of course I dream”, I tell her. “Everybody dreams”.
“But what do you dream about?,” she’ll ask.

“The same thing everybody dreams about,” I tell her. “I dream about where I’m going.”

She always laughs at that. “But you’re not going anywhere, you’re just wandering about.”

That’s not true. Not anymore. I have a new destination. My journey is the same as yours, the same as anyone’s. It’s taken me so many years, so many lifetimes, but at last I know where I’m going. Where I’ve always been going.

Home.

The long way around.

-The Doctor (The day of The Doctor)

P.S sorry if the drawing sucks, I'm still to the 'no outline' thing or the fluffy something something.