Everybody knows that everybody dies. But not every day. Not today. Some days are special. Some days are so, so blessed. Some days, nobody dies at all. Now and then, Every once in a very long while, every day in a million days, when the wind stands fair and the Doctor comes to call, everybody lives.
“Finally they get to this wrecked, deserted, nighttime, Dalek-invaded street, civilazation gone. And from the greatest possible distance, there they are: her with her great big gun and him with the TARDIS. And they run towards each other, like the biggest romance you’ve ever seen. - Russell T. Davies