“Wakey wakey, rise and shine!”
Clara groaned and rolled over in bed, glaring blearily at the Doctor. “You’re in my bedroom! Do you even know what privacy means?”
The Doctor ignored the question. “Ah, that’s better. Good morning!”
Picking up her alarm clock, Clara checked the time; it was three-thirty.
“It’s the middle of the night!”
“Earth revolves, most planets do, so it’s morning somewhere. Bound to be!”
“But not here and not now! Unless the world’s about to end, I’m going back to sleep.” She rolled onto her other side.
The Doctor stared in astonishment. He’d never understand humans!