Bugger all. This is just like me. I leave myself standing on a beach in bloody Norway and say I can have a life with Rose, and then wham! Straight back to the TARDIS. Not that I'm complaining about the TARDIS, mind. Love the TARDIS. It's just that I finally got Rose back.
Right then. Down to business. Which one of me broke the TARDIS? I'm quite cross, I'll have you know.
If this is someones clever idea of getting me all bloody riled up I'm telling you now I am hardly upset by this.It takes more then a misplacement spell to distress me!
Does this mean I'm in trouble? Like, God hates me now with the passion of a thousand suns and no longer being able to look at me without wanting to throw up, She's banished me to this... whatever this is?
Someone is missing or locked up, there's a key, a key with the light that will slowly dim out.
We are to help, all to help, even the light will help, but she knows it will fade. She weeps for the lost of souls, the life of herotic thing...woman, no man. He's broken, all is broken, now time will be silent as she tries to sleep.