Don’t you lecture me, blue-box man, flying through time and space on whimsy. All I’ve got, all I’ve had, for 36 years, is cold, hard reality. So, no, I don’t have a sonic screwdriver, because I’m not off on a romp. I call it what it is, a probe, and I call my life what it is… hell.
Amy Pond! Amelia Pond from Leadworth, please, listen to me. I know it seems impossible, but you know me. In another version of reality you and I were best friends. We, we travelled together, we had adventures. Amelia Pond! You grew up with a time rift in the wall of your bedroom. You can see what others can’t, you can remember things that never happened. And if you try, if you really, really try, you’ll be able to… Oh. Oh… Oh!
Colonel Manton… I want you to tell your men to run away. Those words. Run away. I want you to be famous for those exact words. I want people to call you Colonel Run-Away. I want children laughing outside your door, ‘cause they’ve found the house of Colonel Run-Away. And, when people come to you, and ask if trying to get to me through the people I love…is in any way a good idea. I want you to tell them your name. Oh, look! I’m angry. That’s new. I’m really not sure what’s going to happen now.