The corridor ends.

CLARA: “I-it’s that eye f-from the robots again!”

BONNIE: “Are you okay? Is it too cold now?”

CLARA: “I’m f-fine. Fine.

BONNIE: “If you’re sure. What’s that writing mean? You recognise the language?”

CLARA: “No.”

Well, whatever it means, it’s probably not important if it’s in a language you don’t understand.
Or was that probably very important?

You don’t recall.

The door creaks slowly open in a shower of crushed ice as you approach.

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