• hello, old friend. and here we are. you and me, on the last page. by the time you read these words, rory and i will be long gone. so know that we lived well and were very happy. and above all else, know that we will love you always. sometimes i do worry about you though. i think once we're gone you won't be coming back here for awhile. and you might be alone. which you should never be. don't be alone, doctor. and do one more thing for me. there's a little girl waiting in a garden. she's going to wait a long while, so she's going to need a lot of hope. go to her. tell her a story. tell her that if she's patient, the days are coming that she'll never forget. tell her she'll go to see and fight pirates. she'll fall in love with a man who'll wait two thousand years to keep her safe. tell her she'll give hope to the greatest painter who ever lived. and save a whale in outer space. tell her, this is the story of amelia pond. and this is how it ends.
• it's funny, i thought, if you could hear me, i could hang on, somehow. silly me. silly old doctor. when you wake up, you'll have a mum and dad, and you won't even remember me. well, you'll remember me a little. i'll be a story in your head. but that's ok: we're all stories, in the end. just make it a good one, eh? because it was, you know, it was the best: a daft old man, who stole a magic box and ran away. did i ever tell you i stole it? well, i borrowed it; i was always going to take it back. oh, that box, amy, you'll dream about that box. it'll never leave you. big and little at the same time, brand-new and ancient, and the bluest blue, ever. and the times we had, eh? would've had. never had. in your dreams, they'll still be there. the doctor and amy pond... and the days that never came.

⚝and rip me⚝