[Hearing his voice gives her renewed strength to get away. She can't worry him more than she already has, can't be killed here and have goodness knows what happen to her. He's taught her that she doesn't just walk away. Not from people that she loves.

And it's her love for him that has her doing all that she can to get away, twisting and turning and pushing.]

Doctor!

[She sobs out his name as hands tear at her hair.]

I thought I could give them what was left. I -

[She's cut off by hands pressing and clawing at her face, smothering any other words she means to say to reassure him. The cries for more are so loud now that it sounds more like a mindless threat than begging.

It's in that moment that Clara realizes they really will tear her limb from limb if she doesn't give them more. And she's not about to let them have the only thing left of value that she has on her.

She screams in anger as she manages to pull free, and takes off at a run. They give chase, of course, and Clara hurries her way along as fast as she can go.]

It wasn't enough, Doctor. Nothing will ever be enough.

[The sounds of the cries for more sound off behind her as she runs. She realizes they're less tortured souls at this point and more fractured beings that have given in to greed. They're little more than people who had been turned into monsters by darkness and fear. And nothing she can do here will help them.]