4th Doctor: Its the end, but the moment has been prepared for
5th doctor: Feels different this time
6th Doctor: Carrot juice!
7th Doctor: I am not human screams in agony
8th Doctor: Physician, heal thyself
War Doctor: Yes… Of course, I suppose it makes sense. Wearing a bit thin. I hope the ears are a bit less conspicuous this time
Shalka Doctor: Looks like the Masters ready to go
9th doctor: Rose… before I go, I just wanna tell you, you were fantastic. Absolutely fantastic. And do you know what? So was I!
10th Doctor: I don’t wanna go.
11th Doctor: I will not forget one line of this life, not one day, i swear. I will always remember, when the doctor was me.
What broke my heart about this scene wasn’t the fact that he was saying the same thing that David Tennant said when he left Doctor Who. In fact, that only occurred to me upon my second viewing.
No, what broke my heart was the fact that this was a frail old man. Sometimes grumpy, sometimes just downright mean, but Doctor Who brought him genuine heart and pleasure.
Children loved him. His granddaughter was proud of him, and his wife knew how much this meant to him. But he was growing old, and he was no longer fit to play such a role.
He was suffering from dementia, and he knew it. And while the realization that you are slowly losing your mind is enough to drive anyone to tears, you have to add to that the fact that his age, his illness, was robbing him of the one thing that had been bringing sunshine into his otherwise gloomy life. He was being forced to let go of the thing that he loved above most other things. I can’t think of anything more painful than that.
a) skip a class I hate and play xbox for awhile,
b) skip a class I hate and check my school email about that appointment I need with educational services, or
c)go to a class I hate and fail to see the point of and check my school email about an appointment with educational services cry for awhile before heading to my second and last class of the day
This last week of my freshmen year was a wear red lipstick every day kind of week. Leaving today feels so bittersweet. Too many things left unsaid, that once the summer months go by, it’ll be too late.