[Clara nods. Get ready to mind a lot more gaps than this, Dr. Song.]
There are only guesses.
[It's said a bit apologetically. Deeper down, Clara almost feels embarrassment at the fact that she doesn't have any more answers, after all these months. The Doctor would have solved it. The Doctor would have busted everyone else out ages ago, but she hasn't solve a single thing.]
The station was clearly designed for a human crew, but it looked abandoned when we woke up here. No signs of recent life. [She thinks of a coffee cup on a desk, a book on a duvet. It had called up thoughts of nuclear fallout, at the time - pictures of the playgrounds and classrooms and sidewalks stopped still in Pripyat, as though they could burst back into motion at any second, were it not for the slow decay creeping over them.] Most of it's still blocked off. I think whoever's pulling the strings is still on board, somewhere, messing with us.
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There are only guesses.
[It's said a bit apologetically. Deeper down, Clara almost feels embarrassment at the fact that she doesn't have any more answers, after all these months. The Doctor would have solved it. The Doctor would have busted everyone else out ages ago, but she hasn't solve a single thing.]
The station was clearly designed for a human crew, but it looked abandoned when we woke up here. No signs of recent life. [She thinks of a coffee cup on a desk, a book on a duvet. It had called up thoughts of nuclear fallout, at the time - pictures of the playgrounds and classrooms and sidewalks stopped still in Pripyat, as though they could burst back into motion at any second, were it not for the slow decay creeping over them.] Most of it's still blocked off. I think whoever's pulling the strings is still on board, somewhere, messing with us.