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?”
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.