You know the sound the TARDIS makes? That wheezing, groaning? That sound brings hope where ever it goes. To anyone who hears it, Doctor. Anyone. However lost. Even you.
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I am the one hiding under your bed
Teeth ground sharp and eyes glowing red
on the starship enterprise, no one is alone. no one.
All of time and space; everywhere and anywhere; every star that ever was. Where do you want to start?
Rose, before I go, I just want to tell you, you were fantastic.
And do you know what?
So was I.