“She can always hear me, Doctor. Always, wherever she is. She always knows that I am coming for her, do you understand me? Always.”
“I’m not running away from things, I am running to them. Before they flare and fade forever.”
Yeah. Amelia. Little Scottish girl. Where is she? I promised her five minutes, but the engines were phasing. I suppose I must have gone a bit far. Has something happened to her?
"The angels are coming...and I think they're coming for you."
Everybody lives and everybody dies...and nobody knows it like the Doctor...
And now both the Ponds
Had their fun with the Doctor
And now they’ve all gone.
So ask me again
Why the TARDIS is blue:
There’s a sad man inside
With both hearts torn in two...