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The ghost spoke softly from the spacesuit's communicator as the timelord looked on. He stared at the empty shell now slumped in the silver chair, what had once been that brilliant, mysterious woman. She had known his name and she had saved his life. She had known his name and it was whispering now out of the data trapped in the suit's neural relay. All he could do was watch, handcuffed to one of the computer's metal supports, neither able to reach his sonic screwdriver nor the modified one that had belonged to Professor River Song.
Her voice continued to trickle into the room, though her lips did not move; eyelids closed in endless peace. "I'm sorry, Doctor. I'm sorry, Doctor." She had reverted to his custom title now, the circuit nearing its end as she began to loop.
"I love you."
The Doctor's hearts clenched. He stared helplessly, guilt and despair so overwhelming that he could only feel numb. The green lights had flickered out on the collar of R
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Wilfred knew it was still dangerous. His granddaughter visited often, particularly when his bungalow was situated just around the corner from her comfortable family home. It was a miracle to see her so content since those miserable Christmases past, but she had found happiness. Her husband treated her well and the world was just bursting with opportunities for her now she had the freedom and time to consider. The distant expressions she showed
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Amelia. Can you hear me? No, of course you can't, you're not even real. Not anymore. Silly Doctor. Silly mad man with his silly blue box. Amelia Pond, the little girl all alone in the empty house, waiting with her apple, for a silly old man. I never wanted you to grow up, not really. How could I tell you that? Would've been a bit weird really...and rude. Not that that would have stopped me. Hasn't stopped me before. Did I ever tell you about my last face? I said I was rude then. If I could have known me now. Rude, rude Doctor. I'm much more rude now. And I have a fez. Oh, don't tell River. She thinks she's got rid of them all. She didn't think to check the rocking horse in the conservatory.
Where was I? Amelia. I feel like it's my fault you grew up, but how could I have stolen a child? I'm too dangerous for grown-ups let alone little Amelia Pond. I think I would have done it. I think the TARDIS... I think she stopped me. She knew I'd be so stupid, that