It’s funny. I thought if you could hear me I could hang on somehow. Silly me. Silly old Doctor. When you wake up you’ll have a mom and dad. And you won’t even remember me. Well. You’ll remember me a little. I’ll be a story in your head. That’s okay. We’re all stories in the end. Just make it a good one, eh? ‘Cause it was, you know. It was the best. The daft old man who stole a magic box and ran away. Did I ever tell you that I stole it? Well I borrowed it. I was always going to take it back. Oh that box. Amy, you’ll dream about that box. It’ll never leave you. Big and little at the same time. Brand new and ancient and the bluest blue ever. And the times we had, eh? Would’ve had. Never… had. In your dreams they’ll still be there. The Doctor and Amy Pond. And the days that never came. The cracks are closing. But they can’t close properly ‘til I’m on the other side. I don’t belong here anymore. I think I’ll skip the rest of the rewind. I hate repeats. Live well. Love Rory. Bye bye, Pond.
People fall out of the world sometimes, but they always leave traces. Little things we can’t quite account for - faces in photographs, luggage, half-eaten meals… rings. Nothing is ever forgotten, not completely. And if something can be remembered, it can come back.
Amy: What? So, you sneak out at night to parties? You’re dressed up. You never dress up. Was River at the party?
Moffat: I don’t know if we’d be allowed to [see what happens on The Doctor’s night’s with River]. Heaven knows, I think it’s important that characters keep secrets from their writers, and the Doctor has not given us the information about what happens on those nights. He’s a gentlemen. Gentlemen never tell.
the cracks are closing. but they can’t close properly ‘til i’m on the other side. i don’t belong here anymore. i think i’ll skip the rest of the rewind. i hate repeats. live well. love rory. bye-bye, pond.