sábado, 11 de junio de 2011

 “It’s funny. I thought if you could hear me I could hang on somehow. Silly me. Silly old Doctor. When you wake up you’ll have a mum and dad and you won’t even remember me. Well, you’ll remember me a little. I’ll be a story in your head. But that’s OK. We’re all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh? Cuz it was, you know. It was the best. The daft old man who stole a magic box and ran away. Did I ever tell you that I stole it? Well, I borrowed it. I was always going to take it back. Oh that box. Amy, you’ll dream about that box. It’ll never leave you. Big and little at the same time. Brand new and ancient. And the bluest… blue… ever. And the times we had, eh? Would’ve had. Never had. In your dreams, they’ll still be there. The Doctor and Amy Pond. And the days that never came…. The cracks are closing. But they can’t close properly until I’m on the other side. I don’t belong here anymore. I think I’ll skip the rest of the rewind. I hate repeats. Live well. Love Rory. [kisses Amelia’s forehead] Bye bye, Pond.

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