If you were that old, and that kind, and the very last of your kind, you couldn’t just stand there and watch children cry.
Then I am pushing through the crowd, just as I did before. Trying to shout her name above the roar. I’m almost there, almost to the barricade, when I think she hears me. Because for just a moment, she catches sight of me, her lips form my name. And that’s when the rest of the parachutes go off.
We wouldn’t last two days without her…
The Doctor has failed. His compassion is his great weakness.