Apparently, Friday comes and collects everyone who died, and there's a morgue.

[ Clara keeps his hand in hers as long as he'll allow it. Her entire time on board so far she'd wondered what he would do, tried to be as curious and kind as he would. But there is nothing quite like the real thing and she tried once, to be him, and it didn't go over as great as she'd hoped.

But what's keeping her holding on is the fact that he knows her, he remembers her, and a part of her is afraid that if she lets go, it'll sever some sort of connection between them. ]

You better not ever forget me again, do you understand?