Clara was freaking out. The Doctor had decided to pay a visit on the worse day imaginable. The Chairman of Governors was making his yearly tour of the school today.
"Doctor, you turn around this instant!" she said, panic starting to rise. She tried pushing him back into the TARDIS, but he wouldn't budge. He dug in his heels and looked down his nose at her.
"Why?" His voice was rough and cold.
"Because," was Clara's clipped response.
"Why?" he asked more firmly.
"This is a very important day for me. I could get fired if you muck this up for me."
"Oh. What's so important, then?" the Doctor asked.
"I just explained it to you," she huffed.
"Yes, yes, the Chairman of Governors. But I don't know what that means."
"It means that if I don't impress this one person I could lose my job."
"So, who is he then?" the Doctor asked.
"The Chairman of-" she began.
"No, no. He has a name, doesn't he?" the Doctor said cutting her off.
"Oh." She rocked back on her heels, taking a half ste