Its funny, I thought, if you could hear me, I could hang on, somehow. Silly me. Silly old Doctor. When you wake up, youll have a mum and dad, and you wont even remember me. Well, youll remember me a little. Ill be a story in your head. But thats OK: were all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh? Because it was, you know, it was the best: a daft old man, who stole a magic box and ran away. Did I ever tell you I stole it? Well, I borrowed it; I was always going to take it back. Oh, that box, Amy, youll dream about that box. Itll 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? Wouldve had. Never had. In your dreams, theyll still be there. The Doctor and Amy Pond... and the days that never came.
Posted on: Fri, 10 Oct 2014 22:47:14 +0000