воскресенье, 30 сентября 2012
Жизнь боль, Моффат сука. И я хочу об этом поговорить.
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“Afterwords. By Amelia Pond.
Hello, old friend.
And here we are. You and me on the last page.
By the time you read these words, Rory and I will be long gone so know that we lived well and were very happy, and above all else, know that we will love you. Always.
Sometime I do worry about you, though. I think, once we’re gone, you won’t be coming back here for a while and you might be alone, which you should never be.
Don’t be alone, Doctor.
And do one more thing for me: there’s a little girl waiting in a garden. She’s going to wait a long while, so she’s going to need a lot of hope.
Go to her. Tell her a story.
Tell her that if she’s patient, the days are coming that she’ll never forget. Tell her she’ll go to see and fight pirates, she’ll fall in love with a man who’ll wait two thousand years to keep her safe, tell her she’ll give hope to the greatest painter who ever lived, and save a whale in outer space.
Tell her this is the story of Amelia Pond, and this is how it ends.”