tap dancing on the future"One of the good things that come of a true marriage is that there is one face on which changes come without your seeing them; or rather there is one face which you can still see the same, through all the shadows which years have gathered upon it."tap dancing on the future in Short Stories More Like This
She leaves her invitation pinned to his door, signs it with two kisses, one for each heart. He's off saving the world, keeping the heavens from being stripped of its bright stars. She waits for him in the winter bare garden, watches the sun turn black as Ragnarök begins. Three winters of eternal cold, and snow the farther north you got, with never any Christmases. River sets out the dark blue blanket on the frozen dry violet grass, sets down her picnic basket next to her, and considers fairy tales.
She'd found the note telling her where to go tucked away at the beginning of her diary, where she kept the end. Their end. And while it is true she doesn't know how their first meeting will be, she sees him getting yo
please let me listen to you singing"Could you do it?" Kazran asked. His heart was ripping itself to shreds in his voice, but he didn't seem to notice. Everything he had was focused on the golden light spilling across her face. "Could you do this? Think about it, Doctor: one last day with your beloved. Which day would you choose?" He turned to look at him, reproach in his voice.please let me listen to you singing in Short Stories More Like This
The Doctor closed his eyes. He could not bear to face Kazran's pain in the wake of his own preeminent future.
Those last days always came, somehow, someway.
Goodbye Susan. And I suppose, since this is the last I'm going to be able to say it: Rose Tyler Don't look like that; I'll be seeing you again mister. I don't want to go! Don't make me go! Look at that. I win. The Face of Boe, they called me. (You are not alone.) The Towers sang . . . and you cried.
The Towers sang.
And you cried.
"Hello, sweetie." And there they are. Those two words.
Her first words to him, ever.
They're like alike a song, or a benediction. Or a verdict. B