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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.


He came back for me

He came back for me

In your dreams they’ll still be there. The Doctor and Amy Pond.

He suffered losses which hurt him. Now he prefers isolation to the possibility of pain’s return.”