The Book Of Lost Things
When you run with the Doctor it feels like it will never end. But however hard you try you can’t run forever. Everybody knows that everybody dies, and nobody knows it like the Doctor, but I do think that all the skies of all the worlds might just turn dark if he ever, for one moment, accepts it…
Some days are special. Some days are so, so blessed.
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…
And no story tells its end.
