"Me?" Her smile appeared again, a sad, sad smile. "I was a little girl when I first saw the Doctor. And the first time we talked, he knew everything about me. Can you imagine that?" She sighed, the smile never leaving her lips. "I live for the days I see him. But every time I do, he knows me less. And I know him more."
She rested her head on the back of the chair, shutting her eyes for just a moment. "One day, I'm going to look into that man's eyes, and he won't have any idea who I am." Her eyes opened again, and though the smile hadn't faded, her eyes were heavy with sorrow. "And I think it's going to kill me."